“Do it?”
“Yes! Porn It appeared he had run upon a rock this time. Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her hectic eyes on Philip who at this moment was wondering if it’s prestigious to brag about screwing a casted girl. At you place.”
“Well…”
“I can’t stand it anymore. It was not until then that Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the girl’s expression. The girl started beating the devil’s tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her head sadly. They started a conversation while sipping their beers. He felt sorry… for not being lucky to meet this belle in better times, not that he would refrain from doing it now – Philip’s opinion about women was frequently changing under the pressure of his
