When my daughter brings our food, I will say «いただきます» (Itadakimasu). This is the normal Japanese word of thanks for the preparation of t...e food, but also to honor the life that was given so that we may eat. This is an important word for you to learn, similar to perhaps saying a prayer before your meals at home.”We were served fish, vegetables, and rice and I ate with my chopsticks, getting small words of either correction or encouragement from Sensei Ichirou. When we finished, tea was served in. "T-Jay felt a sharp twisting pain in his crotch. He doubled over in agony. When the feeling passed, he reached down into his pants. The masculine equipment that he?d used so many times in the past for his own pleasure was gone. Instead, he felt a small mound of curls around a narrow vertical slit. A finger slipped inside, and he carefully inspected what he had found. A finger brushed against a sensitive nub, his clit, and he squeaked in surprise at how good it felt.Now he felt his clothes. I really caught her off guard and she nearly fell in, I thought it was quite funny and as I walked ahead on the path, she jumped onto my back and clung to me like a limpet. Amy told me I was going to pay for that and I had to walk the last mile back to my cottage with her stuck to my back, thank god she was little otherwise I wouldn't have made it. She never got off until I'd went into my living room, she sat down on the chair and I collapsed onto the sofa, I needed a couple of minutes to. As he came around the front of his flatbed I watched and he watched as I watched his crotch. He stopped at the cab door, turned toward me and smiled and asked how I liked my Subaru. I told him fine and that they were not just for lesbians any more. He laughed and smiled and as I gave him the once over with my longing eyes he did the same. He nodded, got in to his cab and fired up. I did the same and followed him out of the fuel plaza and back on to the two lane highway. I had a distinct feeling.