Adoravo succhiare un buon cazzo e essere penetrat* damaschioni virili e assatanati di culo. Su questo piano, avevo unasintonia particolare con gli uom...ni arabi, che impazzivano al pensiero dipoter penetrare la mia "vagina posteriore", come la chiamavo io.Ayad non era da meno da questo punto di vista. Iracheno ma emigrato inItalia da qualche anno, era un uomo di media altezza, di pelle olivastra,con baffi e uno sguardo assai penetrante che non lasciava dubbi su chi,nel rapporto sessuale, fosse. Much to her surprise, the bedroom light was still on, and John was sitting up, his back to the headboard, reading a book. “Not sleepy?” she asked.“Ehhh...” was the noncommittal answer.Anita went around to her side of the bed and climbed in, turning off the ceiling light and turning on her lamp on the nightstand. After a few minutes more, John turned off his bedside lamp and set his book aside. “Good night, honey. I love you,” he said.“I love you, John.” Anita snuggled up to her husband but left. I'm Reni. Shall we go before a dactyl dropsa prize on our heads?"I had to grin. "Please. Do you mind if Bethany goes with us? She needsa ride to Queen's Apartments." Sure. It's quite a hike with two bags."I expected a taxi, but Reni had her own car, an older model but wellmaintained. I sat in front while Reni pointed out historic points ofinterest: a battleground, the old market, and the castle where QueenEmma had her coronation. Joanne and Bethany sat in back holding handsand staring at each. I slipped on the tracksuit trousersand t-shirt I had on the day before and went to the kitchen. Onceagain,I found myself hitching the damned things up all the time and had totighten the drawstring again. This time though, I noticed that I wasactually standing on the hems of the legs and although I hitched them upas far as they would go, they were still on the ground about my heels.Ineeded some tea and some time before I did my job searching to try andwork out what was going on. I was sure it.