"Testa di cazzo, finocchio" What the fuck, faggot. His standard greeting in Italian."Ai gamisou, malaka" Go fuck yourself, wanker, my response in Gree.... It was a tradition, or an old charter or something.Thank you Robert Rankin"Ness been around today?" He asked eyeing the remainder of the pasta. He picked up my used fork and started digging in. What a pig. "If you had any brains you fucking gaylord, you'd ask that bitch to marry you. What's wrong with you, don't cha like girls anymore?" I like. They seemed like firm friends. After dinner they went into the lounge with their coffee while I cleaned up. “Hey man your mum is hot” I heard Trevor say. Toby just laughed. I smiled to myself. It is not offen a 40yo is called hot. I joined them and was aware that Trevor kept glancing at me. At first I was concerned but then I thought “no worries, he thinks I am hot” and ignored him. Then Toby dropped a bombshell. He had gotten a full time job at a burger place and Trevor also got a part-time. I followed behind her with a putty knife and a sandpaper block, taking off what little dried paste was left behind. We managed to get three of the four second floor bedrooms ready to either paint or repaper before knocking off on Sunday afternoon.Her ability to remain visible and audible seemed to be getting better all the time, although neither of us could say why. Either her focus improved with usage or my frequent sperm donations boosted her staying power. Whatever it was, she could remain. It wasnt long before i was on the beach and walking towards the nudest area.once on there i dropped my shorts and continued to walk on.i was fine about this as i hadnt seen a soul,just me and the beach.i walked as far as i could then set up my tent for the night.it had taken me a while to get here and the summer evening was drawing in.the sun was going and i was ganna stay the night naked outside.this really excited me to think how free i felt,and it didnt take long for my cock to stand to.