He was like an occupying army. “What’s for dinner?” he inquired.“Whatever you’re cooking,” I said. I was a little annoyed. To my surprise... he actually cooked. He made a spinach quiche from ingredients in my refrigerator, which was quite good.He used the bathroom and I could hear him peeing into the toilet. Yikes. Is this how it would be? Would he be listening to me in the bathroom?When it was bedtime, I took a shower as usual. I was very conscious that he was lurking outside. The door. Every woman in the room, including Lady D, was standing. Grace showed she had class when she voluntarily opened her legs, letting Gloria rub her cunt the same way she was doing to her. The nipple-twisting had decreased in intensity (neither girl could stand it any longer) but the knee-against-cunt rubbing picked up as both cunts were oozing and making the slide well-lubed. The girls began kissing again showing the audience that the fight was a mixture of love and hate. They were saying things. She was shaved smooth like me, except for a little wispy tuft of hair at the top of her slit. I barely noticed that and began to finger her clit while I switched back and forth between her nipples. She cooperated with me, drawing me closer and rolling so that we were laying on the couch, and got my top completely off and my pants unzipped. Eventually, after an orgasm apiece, we found ourselves undressed in a sixty-nine. It was time for a no-holds barred pussylicking competition. We both came. On 28th September, the 2006 rainy season reached its nadir. Typhoon Milenyo made landfall on the east coast of Luzon, and by ten-am, it was traversing Manila itself. Angeles, 70 km to the north, was swept all day by gusting winds, and inundated by torrential rains, which drummed loudly on corrugated iron roofs. Gutters overflowed, and water spouted from all four corners of every roof. The unmade roads turned into mud or sludge. On open ground, water grew from puddles, to pools, to ponds, to.