"I prefer the later," I stated, though I think my answer wasn't as clear to her as I'd intended. Seeing the confused expression on her face, I made it...a lot clearer for her. "I like squirting on women's clothes while they're wearing them."Now she really grinned. "Would you like?" she asked.There was no mistaking that. "Yes! Yes I would!" I replied enthusiastically."Not here," she said, and I thought when she said that, meaning here in my room."On here," she then said, as she unbuttoned her. They showed no worries about the clicking camera which Rodney explained were for a magazine introducing himself as ‘Rod’. Before Kingston station they were crowding round the ladies posing and before long taking liberties even British rail might have blanched at never mind a preservation line! Slowly they slid into Swanage station they were soon on the sands, followed by the hopeful lads, who were to be on hand all day. At one-point Ellen indeed found as she sat down on the sand one of the lads. Her eyes lit up and she smiled at her cleverness, unplugging the lamp and flipping it over so the base was pointing into the air. The grey shade fell off onto the floor, but that was fine, she wouldn’t need it. Leaping onto the desk she reached up to press the base against the bowed ceiling. Yes! The plaster gave a little, and although water started to pour down the metal lamp, spattering all over her hair and shoulders, she was able to push the ceiling upward, roughly back to how it had been. Jab vah jhukti, tab blouse ke upar se chuchiyon ke beech ki darar ko chupa na sakti. Jab voh thumakti hui chalti, to uske chutar hilte aur jaise keh rahe hon ki mujhe pakdo aur dabao. Jab voh thumakti hui chalti, to uske chutar hilte aur jaise keh rahe hon ki mujhe pakdo aur dabao. Aaj jab wo mere liye chay layee aur mujhe kcup rakhne ke liye jhuki to maine uski is darar ko tirchi nazar se dekha to pata laga ki usne bra to pehna hi nahi tha. Mujhe shaitani sujh rahi thi maine socha aaj to mami.