I love this place. It is hushed and belle natural and harmless in every revere and esteem in similarity and dissimilarity with the earsplitting and co...gested and crammed-full that township house places are. Phew!In a hurry and hastily—before I start to cook or bake up anything, I snatch and grab my phone that is lodged and put down on kitchen slab and I type this coming wording message to Stian. Of course! He might be busy finishing and wrapping up stuff and chores that he has been toiling and. We stop and steady ourselves for a second till I reach down behind her legs and pick her up and carry her to the room. She nuzzles into my neck as I carry her and moans somewhat. I get to the bed and lay her out on it and turn out the lights and say good night, but she says, “Matt stay a few minutes with me, I don’t feel to good” and she starts to heave, and I grab the trash can besides the bed and she brings up everything she had that night, its in her hair now and I can’t leave it, or the. ‘It sounded like you said ‘elf.’ Does it feel good?’ I nodded, groaned. Of course it felt good. I felt fantastic. I opened up my throat to take in as much cock as I could. ‘Atta girl. Hey, I’m going to take more pics.’ Please, yes. Please. Click, click, click. He showed me the screen. ‘What do you think?’ I saw a dazed-looking woman in artsy glasses, the lower half of her face wrapped around a cock. It looked more like a dog’s snout than a woman’s face. Practically deformed. But she looked. Most sailors left it at that. If any further questionsarose, then the job could be glamorised as tales of foreign traveland visits would be weaved into the 'half-truth'."Oh, was that with shipping then?" Yes, much of it." I thought so, you seemed to know an awful lot about ships when wewere talking outside the school."I hastily changed tack. "What about your life? Is it OK to ask?" "Pretty boring really, I worked as a cashier in a bank until I metBarry. He seemed to live such a glamorous life.