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"Can you show me something? Her knees are either side of my shoulders, and her head's down between my legs, where she's slurping and licking and tickling my anus, while I've thrown up my legs, to wrap them round her neck, with my head and stiff neck raised by a folded pillow:
A three-star view—worth making a detour for—of her cheeks and her cunt. She accelerates her finger and starts blowing me. "Are you a teacher?" "My father and mother are teachers."
"Teach me to say "run." And I demonstrate with my hands the difference between L and R: My left hand the mouth, my right index finger the tongue; showing how with "L" the tongue touches the top of the teeth, and how with "R" the tongue doesn't but the mouth constracts. I didn't know then that the shapes of Korean letters are shaped like the shapes that the mouth and the tongue take, when making the sounds the letters represent. It might have seemed to her that I was signing. We practice. She starts to say "R"—but I put my hand to her lips, stopping her. "Just the R!" "R/L." "No."
"L/R." "No."
"R" "Yes!"
And when the mama-san knocks on the door she spits burst of Korean, and we continue to practice. "Yes!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
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2 Comments:I worked for some time in a region where Orunyankole is spoken (with both the R and the L in this romanized word actually being pronounced as R/L). One of the favourite local expressions was "feel free" which came out sounding like "fear flea". Either way, it was good advice. By
John, By All characters and situations fictional. Copyright (c) 2003-2007 by "John Psmyth."
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