I had decided to invite me, cooking for him and give him even that to which most aspire. My personal sweet nectar made of flesh and a woman.
clean the house, step to prepare me. Shower, a quick pass razor everywhere, just to remove any trace of hair growth and making it smoother and appetizing. Velvety cream and moisturize the skin. Nail beautify my feet fairy. Plate in the hair, neck perfume, lipstick to her lips. Ready. I turn on the oven, check that the grill pans are aluminum and not plastic and do a last look around. Flowers! There is a lack of flowers in this room. Maybe he will take them. Yes, why not? Since men are back to being romantic? It will bring the wine, thinking that I need to get drunk able to take me to bed! And I will, I need flowers. I want to be smelling the scent of lilies and seduce him. What time is it? Nineteen fifteen, I told him for twenty, I can do. The florist is nearby. I get in the car, in front of the store is two minutes. The lights are just turned off and the damper is falling. I catapulted out of the door, trying not to run the entry sprained ankle, with those heels.
right now as you can see from inside the store. But it works! The fence stops and goes back up. I see my flower peeking out from under. He smiles and opens the door. "I knew it was you! With those shoes, and this time, Who else could it be? "I imbrioncio as a schoolgirl taken from the janitor. Then look at him and blinked ask him if I can give some lilies. She replies that they are no longer angry. Not at this time and not for me. Why not me? "Why do you come here showing off the clothes and shoes shorter than high, tell me about your adventures without leaving the details of after dinner, gave me cat eyes and then with flowers in hand you go. Leaving me here to think what will you do with those flowers and those clothes. You never thought that I too am a man? ". But that courage, for a mocciosetto than twenty years. E 'blushed visibly, as I said it. But his voice has held tightly. Do not falter. Ok, man! And what do you want from me, I'm a woman? I wonder as a sphinx, with air challenge in poker. Let's see if he has the courage to come and see what cards I have. "I see what you are wearing underneath those clothes" The audacity of the boys just grown up, with nothing to lose and much to gain. He thought for a moment, smile upright. I raise an eyebrow, I support the stock near the chest and unbuttoned his coat. Three buttons, one by one, slowly. He swallows, but remains stationary. I let it fall to the ground. Remained under a black knit dress and black stockings, with the row behind. It's up to you, I say. Let's see if he has the courage. He steps forward, I am one step back. My shoulders are the counter. I have to stop. He hesitates. I laugh, loudly. I knew you did not have the balls, kid. Raise, crouching in front of him, to collect his coat. I go down with his face to him, throughout his body and in doing so, I rub my breasts on his side. Something stirs in her thighs. The serpent came to life! I can not suppress a smirk. I won this time too. I grab the bag. Turned his back and head for the door. I hear footsteps behind me, is more distance. Poor guy. Be ashamed as a child afflicted the blackboard by the teacher for whom he had a crush. He put his hand on the handle, but I get stopped by a noise. It 's the shutter. It's going down! I turn, outraged! What's happening? I want to tease and leave me here in the dark? Grow up, kid. And let me out. "No, you do not you go from here until you have made me feel like a man after he fucked a woman like you" I will dry your throat. Rest of stone. Just try to say, waiting for me at home. "You do not come back home anytime soon, trust me. Come here and rub again. We start from there. "Only after a couple of hours spent by the scent of flowers mingled with the odor of our bodies, was sick of me. After I know, patrol and penetrated everywhere, in all its part, long and virility that belongs only to a young hungry.
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