I'm not into guys or anything but I did really have fun today. So I guess it really depends on who it is." I tell her."Can we make it another woman ne...xt time honey?" I ask her."Haha, that wouldn't do as much for me watching it. I suppose you'd want me to watch you fuck her too?", Kate says."I'm not saying that at all. It was just a thought.", I say."And I suppose you'd want her to be 18 like he was too?", Kate says getting a little irritated."No....I mean...I wouldn't mind that. .?”, maine rote huye kaha “please muz chod do..”. wo haste huye boli “nahi pille ye nahi ho sakta.. aur tumhara reward ye hoga ki tum mere chut mais aur ras pioye.. yane ki meri susu… hahaha..”, what the helll.. mai kafi daar gaya.. rote huye mai bola.. “malkin please ais mat karo.. mai apki koi bhi agle baat manko tayar hoo.. please muze kisis ka susu nahi pina.. please..”, wo aur hasne lai.. usne bola agar tum ye nahi karna chahte to tumhe apni didi ka susu pine padegi.. bolo manzur hai..???”. Their rivalry took a turn for the worse when George hid in the bushes on the side of the road and waited for Henry’s horse and sulky to come slowly by. As it passed him he spooked the horse and it bolted down the road at breakneck speed. It was some time before Henry could bring it under control. Lydia demanded that he take her straight home. He didn’t even get a goodnight kiss from her before she jumped from the sulky and bolted for the safety of her home. The next time that George took her. What?He shifts carefully from in-between Leslie's arms—she is a light sleeper—and slips out of bed. The window's blinds are partially open, and the street lamp from outside shows him what a mess the bedroom is. Articles of clothing are scattered over the bedroom's sparse furniture, and he stares bemusedly at one of Leslie's shoes, suspended by its heal from the top shelf of his book case. The only flat surface which appears to be clean, swept clean in fact, is the top of his desk. Even once.