“T-tit ?!” I stuttered. I pressed my eyes hard over and over again.
Is this true?
“Tit ?!” this time I didn’t stutter.
She is in the kitchen of the house. She cooks what’s there.
Damn it! Am I mimicking? Is it just me or is Tit really here at home? When I arrived I was nervous because the door was not closed.
Then there was a car parked not far from here. I don’t have anyone else with me so I was so nervous before, I thought Tit’s house had been robbed!
He turned to me then happily smiled. I dropped the equipment and quickly ran closer to him.
I beat him and then hugged him. It complained so I went down immediately. I have arthritis. The bones are weak!
“The heavier you spermcegg you, the fatter you are!” he complained. He faced the stove again and stirred the coo
