Neither spoke as he sat down-gingerly- gulped a beer as we watched tv, then he rose and asked: “Can I come back again?” “Sure”, I replied, “That was something special, I would like you to come back again”. XNXX Video 5 minutes later, thinking about Mot, I realised I hadn’t given him a towel, so back upstairs, grabbed one and knocked on the bathroom door. Neither spoke as he sat down-gingerly- gulped a beer as we watched tv, then he rose and asked: “Can I come back again?” “Sure”, I replied, “That was something special, I would like you to come back again”. He didn’t just open it a little – he flung it wide and faced me, shampoo in his hair, a quizzical expression around his closed eyes and open mouth. What was I supposed to do, even if I agreed the World was in a pitiful state?
