Andy," she said in English."It's just Andy," he said softly. "When I leave here, I'm headed to a sweaty job in a warehouse. I'm not different from you...– and I never will be."The housekeeper had overheard many of the discussions in the household that revolved around this young man. Now she understood why the Rileys usually referred to him as "genuine." Thank you, Andy," said Esperanza correctly. "I hope you have a nice evening, too." I just told you where I'm headed," Andy said with a laugh. "So. He pushed two digits into her warm hole going a little farther each time, then three fingers, then four, each time going that little bit further. ‘Do you want me to fuck you, Valerie? Do you want to cum, do you?’ Ron asked as he finally pushed his fingers deep into the inners of Valerie’s open legs and used his thumb to toy with her clitoris. She was rapturous, bucking and grunting through her full mouth, grasping Brian’s cock and swallowing as deeply as she could, and her breasts moved. . isn't when you're pissed off." I'm not pissed off anymore," she said.He lifted his head. She'd sat down in a chair, and had one leg crossed over the other in that way that only women and gay men seem to be capable of. Her leg wasn't bouncing and she looked calm, if a little tense. He sat up, stood, and walked around to the side of the bed. He sat and faced her."What do you want to know?" he asked."Do you love me?" Yes," he said, with no hesitation."What does that mean?" Mean?" He looked less. He had built the house for himself and his wife less than twenty years ago, after they had fled their homeland – Palestine – in 1967. The old fisherman lived alone now, he had for several years now, he still sat by the stone on the earth most evenings – the stone that covered his wife – while he said his prayers to Mecca. He continued to fish these days as he continued to breath: it was a habit that was hard to break, and there was – really – no alternative to the suffering of this life. But.