" They paid YOU to write adverts?" Shut up or it's Newsnight for you," I joked. The orzo had boiled andI began melting butter into a skillet. "Watch... You melt the butterand brown the garlic. When it's browned, you pour in the orzo andvoila. Not that difficult." For here it is," he laughed. "So anyway. You fart and piss and allthat." And at the same time, it's amazing. There's this person in you, who'sdependent on you. Who's a part of you." I started to tear up. Stupidhormones again. . " But didn't Clifford leave on his own? After you told him to leave?" I'm not interested in the facts, thank you very much. I just want revenge," said Tracy, the rage evident in her eyes."Oh, well, that's different," said Stacy, her eyes lighting up." Count me in. What's the plan?" I don't know," cried Tracy, collapsing on the lounge. "I can't think straight without Clifford here. It's not fair. Why did he have to make me fall in love with him?" Stacy was concerned. This was not the usual. ”“What else do you have to do? Come on, it will be fun. Tell you what, you can make a long whip and use it on me, just like a real horse trainer. You know the kind they use. Like a real long stick with a little whip on the end. It isn’t meant to hurt, just get the horse to do things.”“Okay, but I have to modify the bridle. I didn’t put anything on it to attach a lead. I also need to find something to use as a lead and also make the whip. Here, let’s take the tack off and I’ll see what I can. The changing room smelled like a wet cunt. The women grabbed the other’s panties as a souvenir. Something to smell later that evening as they masturbated , each in their own house. Moïra and Pamela had been furiously fingering each other as they watched the live lesbian fuck. They just needed to 69 until each had time to lick the other’s clit once or twice and they exploded like two squirting grenades. The women traded soaked panties to enjoy later..