85 36 hours. (1/2)
Saturday, January 28, 2017
00h50am We just went to sleep in a boy's room and as expected, an awful smell of foot perfumes the room. This particular fragrance that is not the one I prefer among all that I know makes me to push my nose into the pillow. Bad idea. I immediately remove my head from this thing that smells of sweat and throws it to the ground. This guy is a pig among the pigs and I sleep in his bed. Emie has just fallen asleep. The moment of my revenge has finally come. I get off my bed, slip into her, put my body on her. We'll see if your little mouth will continue to make fun of me after that little girl ”I lift the top of Emie's pajamas that the udder milker lent us and begins to titillate her small breasts. Do you want to say something? Forbidden my beautiful. I quickly sink my tongue into his mouth and enjoy it greedily. Her skin is really soft and I like to caress her. I try to slip a hand into her panties but I see her panic, so I stop.
Emie. ”Lisa do not go that far. Give me cuddles and kisses but do not touch this place. Please.”
I will not force this little chip if she does not want to. ”Ok my baby, but you made fun of me just now so you have to pay. Tickling”
As Emie wanted, we had a lot of hugs and I do not know what time we fell asleep but when the rooster started his fair at 6:00 am a desire for chicken invaded my thoughts. Do not he think of those who sleep? I will not get up, at least that's what I thought but ten minutes later, the constant lowing of cows that someone was driving I do not know, have put my patience to the test and now I want to eat beef. When I get out of the room, the udder milker jumps on me.
«Lisa you are very morning and me who thought that celebrities were lazy.”
Tell that to your idiot animals that pulled me out of my sleep. ”Yes, I slept so well that his few hours were equivalent to my usual nine hours.”
Udder Trayeuse. ”Perfect, in this case come help me feed the calves and then we'll go get some eggs. But before that, I'll make you taste my little homemade alcohol.”
But did you confuse me with Laura Ingalls my word ? You sincerely believe that I'm going to touch what comes out of the hen asses me who am a celebrity as you so rightly say? ”Let's start with your liquor Madam Flint.”
She leads me to the kitchen in which, on the table is placed a barrel with a small tap. She takes two big drinks and fills them to the brim, then hands me one with a look full of pride. ”Take it Lisa. You'll see, it has nothing to do with what you drank at your fancy restaurant. This liqueur is not horse piss but a hard alcohol that I distil with love and passion. A liter while waking up in the morning to be healthy guarantees longevity. Go Lisa, swallow it in one go.”
It smells like a mixture of white spirit and essence this thing. No problem, still less than a year ago, I swallowed the whiskey as if it were water. You want to test me, so look. ”Unlike the smell, it's not bad, but, but, olaa. I must sit down. I can not see very suddenly suddenly and ... ”