No little-girl terms such as "weenie", "thing" or the like. She knew what she wanted, and had no trouble telling me exactly what it was.I shook my hea..., saying, "Sorry Donna, but I have a special reason for wanting you to be on the receiving end tonight." Aww. Okay, my turn tomorrow night then!" Hold your horses," (another one of Mom's expressions, who as far as I know, has never held a horse. I didn't think they have many of them in England anyway). "First, we won't be doing this every night.. Shoot your jizz deep into Peter's pussy."Mark smiled at Peter; "While we are waiting can I show the plans for our theme based restaurant?"Peter had already seen the plans when he had visited the construction site earlier in the day, but he needed Kraven and his crew to think that he was really working on a story so he said, "Yes thank you, I'd like that."Mark opened a file cabinet and took out a rolled up set of blueprints and spread them out across the desk. He was pointing out the location of. "Where did you park," she asked. It was a random question and rather sudden. It took me off guard for a moment. "I walked," I replied offhandedly. She nodded nonchalantly, "Yeah me too." There was a short pause. "You into girls?" My attention was instantly piqued as I took a better look at her. I smiled slyly at her as I stepped up to stand beside her. "I am." "And do you like to get dirty?" "Hmm, I'm really dirty." The conversation was cut off as she stepped up to the counter. "See you. Now he arrived on the landing of the third floor and he approached her door with hesitation. He was thankful he hadn't seen anyone on the stairs. It wasn't much past six o'clock, and at this time in the evening there were usually a few people climbing or descending the stairs that ran up the center of the small building. But not this evening. He knocked on the door. After a long moment the door opened and Irma stood there smiling at him."Hello, George."He mumbled at her. "Hello, Irma." He.