In general. I go to the mushroom in my pants. Culturally, I’m lying, with the intention of sweeping a gorgeous ass, because without pants I haven’t watched it yet, and I’m interested! He breathes all kinds of compliments to my ear. And, rushing to another portion of pleasures in my address, erotic whisper ask: "Who is the best in the world?" And at this moment I get in my pants.
My inner fool is involved.
And I ended my own phrase with a lively voice: "Who has the fur on the pope?"
Thank God that the muščinka got not out of the scary and could finish the started, but his eyes at that moment I will never forget.