Lavell leaned over and unbuckled Anthony's belt. He pulled down the slacks and admired the nice looking eight-and-a-half-inch member poking out in the...green athletic boxers. "Oh my," smiled the bitch."Like that, faggot," Anthony asked."Totally!"Lavell sucked away. Anthony swerved a time or two. That made Lavell stop so he could give directions to his complex. When they arrived, both gentlemen got out of the car. Anthony followed Lavell as he gawked at the prissy bottom's ass. Anthony just knew. Тут из сестринской, из спальни,Здоровенный, как живой,Хрен бежит из силиконаИ качает 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. " I'm sure they would," said Anne. "And I imagine Michael would too." You mean Michelle?" corrected Jessica."Of course, how silly of me," said Anne. "Come upstairs with me, I want toshow you something."Jessica followed her to her room and sat on her bed."To be honest, I'm not sure if you want to see them," she said."What?" asked Jessica."Some old photos," said Anne. She went to a cupboard and fetched out analbum.Jessica had a feeling that some of the photos had her, or more to thepoint, Peter. Spun into mine. I was there at the accident. I was also there when you woke up. I ... I need to talk to you," he repeated.I took my finger off the button and leaned against the wall next to the speaker. At this point Alex had walked into the room and was listening. His face was also puzzled. He shrugged silently.I put my finger back on the button, "Okay, Arnie, come on up."***As he entered the apartment, I puzzled over him. Arnie Williamson was definitely not like the bus driver I had seen.