قلت لها: على راحتك ثم ذهبت الى حجرتها... تبعتها الى غرفتها لأسألها عن الغذاء، فوجدته...� وقد بدأت فى خلع ملابسها يااااه ياللروعة! ما هذا الجسم الناري ويا حلاوة هذا الصدر الجميل الذى يشبه صدر فيفى عبده وجسم دلال عبد العزيز المصرية ويا على جمال السيقان وبطنها الكبير المتماسك ومكوتها يااااااه ..نظرت امي لي وهي لا ترتدي سوى الكلوت وحمالة الصدر وقالت: ايه يا جودت، عايز حاجه حبيبي؟ قلت لها: آه بس نسيت كنت عايز أيه؟ ضحكت وقالت: طيب أقعد علشان لما تفتكر تقوللي. قلت لها لالالا سآتي بعد ما تلبسي هدومك.. One day, Mister Jason had appeared at the open door of their little rooms and announced, "That husband of yours is... irritating."That doesn't sound so bad, but Inez had been instantly alarmed. Mister Jason carried with him an aura of dangerous, poorly contained power everywhere he went. When she locked eyes with Mister Jason, that aura was palpable.Inez was no longer the softly rounded beauty she'd been at fifteen; time and pregnancy had thickened her waist and padded her ass, while sliding. Another thing I found I liked about Tom. I'm sure he realized from our talk that I was not loaded financially. He obviously was much better off in that department but he never made any suggestion that he pick up part of the tab. He was astute enough to realize I would be hurt if he had. The more I knew him, the better he looked.When the waiter brought the bill I simply reached for it and handed over my credit card. Tom made no move to interfere and I could see it didn't bother him to have a. My legs were like rubber—foam rubber. I massed almost twice Kelsey’s weight and I topped her height by a head, yet she didn’t show any strain as she walked me into the rain room. The falling water refreshed me. Scented soaps sluiced sweat from skin, then was in turn rinsed.“Total submission,” Kelsey told me. “You wondered why everybody was bald. It’s a Zheeyad tradition. First, the woman is stripped of her glory, her beautiful mane. She is made aware of her inner beauty. If we had time I would.