. العطور النسائية .. مجلات النساء .. أي شيء تستعمله المرأة أموت في حبه أنا وأي شيء أرا...� في المرأة يذوب عليه نور عيني من فرط الحب الماجن الذي يكنه قلبي اتجاه النساء .. لا أعتبر حبي الجنوني للنساء مراهقة أو جنون أو نوع من أنواع الهبل الرجالي .. كلا كلا كلا .. هل تعلمون لماذا أحب المرأة بهذا الجنون ؟ هل يخبرني أحدكم عن السبب الحقيقي وراء كل هذا العشق ؟ سأخبركم أنا لأنه لا أحد يرى النساء كما أراهن أنا ولا أحد يعرف الجمال الأنثوي كما أعرفه أنا .. منذ صغري وأنا أحب الوجه الطيب البريء الذي تظهر عليه. ”“It’s not, illegal, is it?”“No! It’s a resale shop.”Grocery shopping went quite fast after that.Arriving back at the dorm they dropped off their groceries and went through Rene’s wardrobe looking for what works and what didn’t. Not surprising they didn’t find much that didn’t scream rural farm girl. Not that there is anything wrong with that. But if the look you want is one of urban sophistication, than a drastic change is required. So, off they went to the resale shop with $25 dollars of cold. “I woke up wet,” she informed me as she again paused in her fellatio, her hand now working the shaft of my rigid cock.“That's nice,” I replied with a yawn. I turned my head to the side and pretended to drift back off.“Oh no you don't,” she remarked before attempting to cram the entire length of my cock down her throat, causing my toes to curl. She knew she had me, but I was still going to resist, just to egg her on.She pulled back, her tongue sliding up the length of my shaft and flicking at. She understood him and was trying to say something back. Knowing my wife it was probably something like, “ High, how are you doing?” or something completely inane like that.Danny was impatient. His hand had wormed its way to her pussy. His fingers massaged her outer lips and could instantly tell that she was hot and ready. I heard for the first time the victorious laugh that Gina had describes to me in her stories. His middle finger roughly slipped inside her, and, bending her over, he bit her.