Xxxvogue - Walking

Jil woman was the most normal - husband, daughter, homework, etc. zhiteyskie wisdom. She was 35 years old, you can see - not balzakovsky age, but not 25. Most sexuality crisis in the soul. So everything is fine, but there is something lacking, all about something I think dream ... It may cast all of this where someone - she thought - did not already girl ... Around lived people - young and old, men, but men do not perceive it, so were their reasons. No pieces of psychological complexes, we will not. In general, she loved to watch and represent themselves as young men, but certainly not with green youths, though they, too, were it not bad in bed. It all depended on the person and that they are the. She was on the street, simply walked, people walked, drove, where everything is moving and lived. It was slow and looked around - Why am I not notice? -- she thought, but as has been erroneously really! It simply afraid to come, and who can meet like this just - for all and all have to pay ... But it, and so would - for free, for your viewing pleasure. Looking came to the store showcase - there was a young man of indeterminate age, like a young, but hard look gray eyes talked about hardness and firmness on other parts of the body. She just smiled it directly and openly spite everyone, and myself, and it all-all. She is tired, it was just like think about it, but no one not even drew the attention, all was not until the men were all in itself, vanity overtook them, it seemed that all forgotten that there was spring ... Before, it was not so, or just before I was young and so screwed with whom wanted to get a great pleasure and a bit of disappointment later. But it is only then - she thought, sitting on benches and lighting. Green eyes prischurilis, suddenly looking at the street.

- You can sit? -- A young man sat down, extended a lighter.

Well, that's it, now it is up to me - she looked at him, he liked it. She wanted him right away. Spring in the middle and you grieve, - he said. A standard set of phrases and movements, attitudes - all the same - she thought. He offered her a lift, she agreed.

- Where?

- I do not care where you want.

His hand was between his legs, her head round, in the eyes of not darkened, but came to the throat coma. She wanted to kiss him, it - it. They potselovalis. How easy! He looked at her in surprise, it rassmeyalas.

- What's next? -- Next - whatever you want, and it will, you hostess situation, "he said. She was pleased, as he laskal her neck, kissed ear. It just otkinulas on a seat in the soul was calm. Why is it so rarely happens well? She took him for his strong neck and kissed. Her language deep dedication to his palate, it took its language and much prikusila, giving to understand herself without knowing that. The head went Circle. Stranger to the man seemed very close and family. Why? Yes because it gave her a feeling of warmth at the bottom of her black lace bras. She came. How good and pleasant! He looked at it and did not understand.

- Thank you! -- She smiled him again, beautifully curved leg to leg. -- I need to go.

- you always do so with men - not afraid?

- No, it just so happened - but at heart, she praised him and deceived themselves. She has always done well, the man had wanted to, they prevail over their liking (again some psychological gadgets). But it was necessary, and to strive for that.

He looked at it a long time, it was to him, he silently extended her phone. Excellent, I will call you, I hope you can remember me. She started very much like to continue, but the reason it stopped. He understood that. She leaned forward to it, again kissed, held a hand on the thigh, above, is satisfied its rightness femininity and strength, shepnuv for abalone: Then, the next time, I promise ... At the moment, he embraced her tightly, and suddenly she was scared, but only for a moment. He laughed and let it - More, more so than do others. Okay? -- Yes, yes, I promise - is unlikely to another meeting. She touched his hands to his eyes, kissed them, could not away from him, and he of her. Their frightened feeling that connects them and exciting them ... I will be. Bye. She came out of the car, he set off sharply from their seats and left very quickly. Interestingly, his name? She looked down at his hand-written phone.