I was thinking how does he know its me or is he just guessing and the dirty perv must be on the site too lol, Eventually I came to the decision to see...what he said and just deny everything, so made my excuses to get off the phone and turned round to face him waiting for him to say something, but he didn’t for a moment I sipped at my coffee and then he broke the silence and said see I told you you looked bloody sexy in your underwear, I don’t know what you mean that yes its very similar to my. "It's a fucking sausage - look at the picture on the label?" another explained."Ahem! Excuse me?" Alexander demanded, louder."Bullshit! Why put sausages in a can? If they were sausages they'd say fucking sausages." According to the Seventh Hague Convention..." Alexander continued."It's written in Belgian, you dummy! See? 'Fabrique en la Provence Belgique.' Can't you fucking read Belgian?" Belgian isn't a language," a newcomer announced. "That's French." If it's French why does it say Belgium,. When she got to where Ricky was standing, he pulled her into his arms, cupped her bottom in his hands, and kissed her. Dianna felt as if she were melting. All Ricky had to do was touch her and she was lost. Her lips pressed against his, and her tongue slid between them, seeking contact with his. The heat of passion began to fill her slim, young body. ‘Come on, let’s go inside,’ Ricky said when the kiss ended. He took her hand and pulled her toward the door. Dianna followed, her body totally. “Jay? Why didn’t you tell me about Riley?”“I told you.”“You said cheerleaders, not Riley.”“Whatever.”She put her left hand on her hip, tilted her head to the left and gave me that look like ‘you gotta be kidding me.’“You know I had to use the girls locker room.”“You didn’t have to give them head.”“I didn’t. Just Riley and Skylar.”“Skylar too?”“Oh, you didn’t know about her?”“Nope. I hope you don’t make a habit of this.”“Well, they’re kind of expecting me to now.”“They are?”“I sort of promised.