Toa me popali uste poveke… posto sega veke zborese so nea kako so nekoja kurva…po strogo… Pocna da ja ebe,…. go vadese poleka i malku poostro...i go zacukuvase cel i go zadrzuvase vnatre.. mozev da mu go vidam cel kur kako mu sveti od nejzinata vlaga dodeka go vadese … majka mi samo ofkase, i disese prevozbudeno…bese vlazna i gladna za kuristeto na tetin mi…. On pocna da ubrzuva so nabivanjeto u nejze, uste ja drzese za ramenici, cel gol, samo so crni cevli i so beli sportski corapi na nego…. (That was sooo fucking embarrassing!!!)The second guy a tall buff guy in a t-shirt in his 30s. Clearly working out a lot. I fronted him, and asked "are you single?" - Yes, he said, "Do you have a job?" Yes, "what is your name?" Peter, he said. I didn't know what to do next, so I just kissed him, and asked if he wanted a beer, he said yes and sat down with us. We told him of how all of this came to be, he laughed and then the discussion started all over again.....After a few beers and a few. For a start, she gravitated to him at every break for lunch. At first he sat with the other acting extras or junior members of the technical crew, so she had to make an effort to cut him out of the herd, by getting him to walk around the Studio plot, or using excuses like “tell me about the real London we never get to see”, or “help me through my lines on this tricky scene, woncha?” Pretty soon he was conditioned to expect to see her every lunchtime and the other crew took note and tended to. As she walks in she sees herself in the mirror. Looking, she barely recognizes herself! She’s pale, her mid-back length red hair looks a bit disheveled, and her clothes had wrinkled on the long flight.After changing clothes and fixing her hair, Sara decided to hold off on releaving the uncomfortable tension in between her legs. She then went and picked up her rental car, and drove to the spot she knew Mike would be eating lunch. He ate lunch at the same place every Tuesday, and that’s where she.