I finally had a man who is not my husband! That night, he tanded enough for an hour, finally tired. I can't sleep, but the needle finger is the most difficult late night after passion. I twitched the table lamp, under the soft light, and I looked at my pillow. People who have seen him said that they were a handsome guy, especially the pair of laughing eyes with the martial arts. But my heart, I prefer that he is sleepy, it is more than holy, especially when he suddenly laughs or wrinkles in the dream, the sudden sweetness and sadness make me feel drunk and broken. I can't help but kissed it on his amount. He actually raised his hand and smashed his forehead. It seems that I am not happy, I bother his dreams. I am so funny again, I want to bother him. I gently touch his body, the kind of innocent damask can't match the smooth feel, let me doubt this is the male body, which is made to describe the word "skin such as gel" describing the word girls. Not too, under the skin, it is a well-known elastic flesh, such a perfect body, I think I can't encounter the second one in my life. Thinking of this, I thought that he would leave me in the morning and evening, put another woman's arms, which made me helpless, and I cried him. He felt my hug, and even went deeply into my chest, the warm and sticker made my heart, and the tears wet the pillow inadvertently. I like him, slowly. Suddenly, he struggled in my arms and burst it. I am sitting up from the nest, picking up him: son, my little ancestors, diapers, please let the mother sleep a stable! Want to face the wall!
