masturbating in Milan.

“Si, having the seat pointed straight up has worked out very very well.”

So she’s in Milan. Isn’t that in Titaly?

As she panicked, fearing that another turn would take her back into the clutches of her captors, she felt a strange sensation, as if from somewhere deep within, the way was being shown to her. Across the street, and then straight on as fast as she could pedal. Belen looked down, and she finally understood something her grandmother had said to her long ago: ‘Them titties are gonna get you into and out of a lot of trouble.’ Belen grabbed the handlebars again and let out a sigh of relief. Grandma was right. But then again, Grandma always was.

“Look at the purdy gurl, George…look at the purdy gurl. I wanna ring the doorbells, George. I wanna ring the doorbells.”

Tits and tats.

“If only I had a sign, something to tell me which direction to take!”

She seems itchy… Literally.

Very, very nice “pointers”