And so we three had argued, the accusation and recrimination like pom-pom-flak bursting around my head. And there's me with an obelisk in my pants fro...m looking across at Vicky and those tits of hers, remembering how she had come to me that night all lovey-dovey, sliding her sweet butt onto my knee, her short dress riding up so that her thong-split-cheeks were all squishy on my groin. And then her face nuzzling, her gin-sweet breath warm on my throat, her perfume an opiate quelling my pathetic. Wo boli please andar mat dalna tumne promise kiya tha.Maine bola jab tak tum nahi bologi andar nahi dalunga bas uper uper ghisne do.Wo maan gayi aur mera lund apne chut per ghisne lagi. Uski chut bahot garam ho gayi thi aur pani se puri gili thi.Mera lund uski chut per badi asani se fisal raha tha aur wo jor jor ae lund ko ragad rahi thi apni chut par, upar neeche karte karte lund kayi baar uske chhed per atak jata phir wo usko apni chut ke daane par ragdti.Achank usne lund ko chhed par laga. In Sorcerer, it's called Irish, Gaelic or Irish Gaelic."English" is the U.K. English. "American" is the U.S. "Irish slang" is the English-language slang used in Ireland; most of the Irish slang in Sorcerer is from Dublin because that's what I could find easily on the Internet.A-wunnerful (adv/adj): A real old-fart joke. Back in the 50's and 60's there was a television show, Laurence Welk. It was an hour of popular music with his big band and the Lennon Sisters. When the band had a number by. They've been my friends since grade school." "Hello." Tammy blushed as he set his sleeping bag next to the others. The girls had formed a circle on the floor so they could face one another when talking. Jill's mother brought them snacks and left them to the giggling girl talk about the cute guy, whose crotch Tammy was looking at in the hall. "How'd your first day at school go?" Ally asked."Pretty good. Especially seeing that cute Bruce McCoy." The girls all broke into laugher. Tammy had always.