Тут из сестринской, из спальни,Здоровенный, как живой,Хрен бежит из силиконаИ кача...�т головой:Ах ты, глупый, ах ты, жалкий, Неумелый рукоблудень,Стал ты мелким онанистом, Полюбуйся на себя.У тебя худые руки, У тебя жирок на брюхе,У тебя завяла шишка, Близорукость и отдышка,И отдышка, и отдышкаОт задротства у тебя.Рано утром, на рассвете, Это знают даже дети,Даже мама с папой в спальне Кувыркаются вдвоём.Ты один не кувыркался, И задротом ты остался,И неведомы задроту Ни орал и ни анал.Я - великий. "Thank goodness you've arrived," she said."Please come in."As I stepped inside I saw her stick her head out the doorway and glance about. Then she closed the door and locked it with the chain."May I take your coat?"I peeled if off and handed it to her and she took it over to a closet and hung it inside. "Would you like a drink?" Scotch, if you have it." You're in luck, Mr. Ice." She threw me a dazzling smile. "Would you like to help?"I followed her down the short hallway, enjoying the quick. You're here all by yourselfplaying a damn game in the middle of the night while I'm swimming inpussy. Makes me feel sorta sorry for ya. Come on, Michael. You can ridewith me. Call me 'Hammer.'"As I walked out towards the biker gang, everyone stared at me like Iwas an alien except for the girls. They just sort of looked through meand nodded with half-smiles.~On the back of Hammer's bike, I felt fat and exposed. My love handleswere poking out from under my shirt and I felt like my jeans were. Stepping into the darkened laundry room, she picked up the first garment she came to and slipped her arms into the sleeves. Somehow the smell and feel of this article of clothing heightened and aroused her senses. Fumbling for a light switch, she flipped it on. Why, no wonder she felt comfortable it was one of her dad’s white cotton work shirts! Although it was a few sizes too big, Angela decided to keep it on for a nightshirt. Loving the sensual feel of the fabric against her nude skin,.