My Door Is Always Open

It happened to me, but it got more erotic.

There wasn't a real pig like your dream.

I introduced Darrin to Laurence in Montpellier a few years ago. You know them.

And they had barely met that right away it was love at first sight.

And Jean-Pierre told me the next day his dream, a ******* wedding night, but in my bed!

Not to mention...

I wouldn't have told it.

This one's really dirty.

It's like little Louis story.

Oh, the innocent, he doesn't know what a doodle is.

If you'd seen that mum, old man, always her thighs spread to her clitoris.

At the beach, in the elevators, in the lounge, at the end, the little skirt is up, and that's it, she was terrible.

And then what?

Say, do you remember Alban?

I remember, you know, he told me a funny story lately.

Yeah. - I heard you were with Sophie.

And besides, she left you a little gift, he told me.

Did you get the cat?

It's slightly. - Slightly.

It's true, though, I woke up the other one.

Louis, do you know Alban?

Alban's not the guy that was walking with Natalie, is he?

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