How about one last kiss and we go to sleep,"I agreed. We did.Sunday, December 16, 2007 Construction plansWe slept in to 9:45 AM. Finally Cynthia woke...."Who fucked me so well last night? And what time is it?" she asked."It is 9:45 AM and I am the party that split you asunder," I answered. "What's the matter, your legs don't work? My back feels funny. I think breakfast is over. Would you mind orange juice, coffee, a bowl of cereal and milk?"She gave me a kiss.We showered and dressed for the. “That’s gonna be my new nickname for you,” he smiled. “You’re my cum puddle, right darlin’?” I laughed, then, too, and nodded into his armpit. “I’ll be your whatever you want,” I sighed, and we were both suddenly exhausted. “We didn’t finish the dishes,” I muttered, but Dyl was already asleep, breathing deeply. “Oh yeah now fuck me deep!” Scott yelled from my room. “Yeah…oh…come inside me, dude,” and I closed my eyes, feeling peaceful, because I’d rather be me than anyone else in the world.. ” He said. I looked up at him. “Do you think you did a good job cleaning this kitchen, slave?” "I tried—" He reached for his belt and began taking it off. I hung my head. When he got it off, he doubled it and brought it down on my shoulders. “No, Sir. I didn’t do a good enough job, Sir. I am sorry.” I called out. “I don’t have time to play games with you this morning,” he said, setting the belt on the counter. “No more ‘I tried’. Just answer the questions.” He only spoke to me this harshly when. Quite upset, the policeman proceeds to alcohol-test (breath test) the Englishman and verifies that he is indeed totally sloshed.He asks the Englishman if he knows why, under French Law, he is going to be arrested.The Englishman answers with a bit of humour,“No sir, I do not! But while we’re asking questions, do you realize that this is a British car and that my wife is driving on the other side?”This has been made possible by a sharing Reader.If God was a Woman...1. Sex would smell like.