. رد عليا وقالى بيوجعك فين وطبعا انا كنت قريت افكاره فرديت عليه فى كسى.. زبرك تخين وك...�ى مش عارف يتنفس.. قالى عاجبك قلتله اه اوى اوى... قالى مش بتقولى تخين على كسك قلتله انا اصلى ماتناكتش بقالى اكتر من 3 شهور وبينما انا لقيته بيسرع فى حركته وحسيت انه هيجيب فقلتله متجبش فى كس عشان مش عامله حسابى قالى اجيبهم فين قلتله ارفع الجيبه من ورا وهاتهم على طيزى وكسى ويادوب كملت كلمتى وهو رفعلى الجيبه وحسيت بطلقات نار بتخبط فى طيزى وفى كسى ... اااااااااااااااااااااااااى يخربتك خررمت كسى وطيزى. ااااه ايه. She stood back and he entered, waiting for her to lead him to the living room, though he had been to the house many times and knew perfectly well where it was. She indicated the armchair, and he appreciated her delicacy in leaving the sofa to herself, allowing him to keep his distance."Let's skip the pleasantries," she said. "They'll only be awkward."He agreed with a nod."So," he said, "Do you want to start?" Will you let me talk until I finish?" she asked. "Then I'll do the same for you. After. But he’s pretty obscure for this part of the world. How did you come to discover him?’ I asked. He thought for a moment and then turned fully around to face me. ‘Someone gave me a CD of his ’70’s music. I ignored it and then one day, when I didn’t have anything else to do, I played it. I found it fascinating. He had these strangely serious but comic ideas. The topics were serious, but the songs all had this odd sense of humour.’ ‘Do you have any more of his music in your repertoire?’ I asked.. “God, woman ... you could make a eunuch horny!” Damien grinned as Tara and he washed and then fucked each other under the hot water jets.“You’re not so bad yourself, you know,” Tara pulled her best Groucho Marx as she made out with him while they dried off.“Well, we still have time before we have to get ready for work, you know,” Damien winked at Tara.“True, but it’s Cassidy’s turn. Let’s wake her so that we can service her better,” Tara licked her lips, already envisioning Cassidy’s crack on.