-Amo, quid pro cuo. He tells me awake wagging his tail and with intent in his eyes that wants to delve into intimate
"No game, flip through forgetfulness and tribulations of my life I do not want you to know, I answer
- Let go, love! Do not deny me the small pleasure I supposed to know you. Before I was born, you already had a long run and I came, as it were to accompany you on your maturity, decline, "as he likes to wallow in these matters of my age," the leader.
-You are hard mouth dog, shepherds years ago I cut the tip of the fangs with pliers and without trembling pulse, you know?
-Yes, but you are not a pastor, you could not.
provocative smiles "I do not try, you maybe surprised. Well ... two questions and two response ... no more. Start your game you proposed.
- How is it going to stop the crisis?
- Come on, just that, I thought you were serious! Well I will leave as the Gallo de Morón, without feathers and clucking.
"I get ..., did you overcome your stage and masturbatory?
-I love that you do not mind, forgive me. "Well, here
finished the game, I reply, thinking
leave me alone, If I love, get over it. Satisfied?
"Now I have the final master. Do you have passed and your taste for whores?
-Xoco are provocative and retaliatory, that was a blur in my life a period of loneliness, need for someone to put me shoulder to mourn. And to your knowledge, so exceed, even became friends.
Then we watched without saying anything and we both at once, that tit for tat as the old marriage at this point to share so many things we do not know if we want or we need
"Master, it gives you the last
- Bah !..., let you forgive
0 comments:
Post a Comment