Naja....", Isabelle lief jetzt doch ein bisschen rot an. Das Thema war ihr ein wenig unangenehm, aber der Alkohol lockerte ihre Zunge. "Also die waren...alle so normal groß, vielleicht 13 bis 15 Zentimeter."Ömer und Tarek grinsten sich an. "Also da haben wir mehr zu bieten, schwöre." Meinte Tarek und legte sich theatralisch zwei Finger zum Schwur auf sein Herz."Jaaah! Schwanzvergleich!" Rief jetzt Yvonne euphorisch. "Los Jungs, Hosen runter und dann wird nachgemessen." Ehhh, also das muss jetzt. “Really?” “Sure,” he leaned into my ear. “But then you won’t get that special orgasm I promised you.” Damn it. He knew exactly how to manipulate me. And he was doing it perfectly. I pushed him away, not wanting to hear anymore. He laughed slightly even as I gave him my best ‘go fuck yourself’ face. ~*~ The dinner was delicious. A strawberry vinaigrette dressing over romaine lettuce. Then a perfectly seared bass with a vanilla cake to finish it off. I looked over at Todd, who was having. She got much bolder where she dreamt of getting herself tattooed on her lower back through a sexy male tattoo maker with her hubby watching. She imagined her hubby getting so much pleased with her that he allowed her to get her body painted in different colours and got her clicked naked. She had got totally wet and …Suddenly the morning alarm rang and she had to get up to prepare her kids for school. Despite this, She was feeling extremely happy and relieved because now she would be getting. So he goes to the bench, however, his clothes are missing. Right now he is freaking out, not just because his clothes are gone, but because his wallet, money, and his room key were his pants. Suddenly, he gets an idea. He will sneak down to his room and get in and get some other clothes then he will report those jerks who stole his clothes. He holds himself and opens up the door. He peeks out both ways and nobody is out there walking the halls. He feels happy. He runs to the left to his room.