. a cesar chicken salad, side of fruit and water. I gaze lovingly at you, admiring your beautiful face, your sweet smile, your lips which show me how ...uch you love and care for me, and I know that you love me with all your heart. I cannot think of the words to express how I feel about you, my love. The one person in my life who makes life worth living. As we eat we share our thoughts of things which need to be accomplished at home, as well as endearments for each other. I come over to your side. Des courroies enserrent mes cuisses, ma taille, mes bras et mes avant-bras.La femme s’approche de ma nudit? et prom?ne ses mains sur mon corps. Du bout de ses ongles parfaitement manucur?s, elle suit les br?lures qu’elle vient de me causer. Je g?mis le plus silencieusement possible. Tr?s lentement, elle caresse mon ventre, tourne autour de mon nombril et fait remonter sa main, bien ? plat, jusqu’? mes seins. Elle proc?de avec douceur et ses caresses me r?confortent.??Je peux te donner du. We did the same and followed. Once inside the dark corridor, we were met by a tall scrawny roadie called Spike. After a few yards, we stopped outside the main dressing room. “This is your last chance to change your mind,” he told us, “Once you get inside, there’s no going back, and no crying for mummy!” We looked at each other; “Let us at them!” we could have screamed as we barged past him. “Tonight’s willing victims!” he laughed, opened the door. As we rolled through, Matt the drummer, who. Today, with Dave at his side, he was standing in city hall waiting for his future bride to arrive. When she walked through the door Paul's heart skipped a beat. She looked truly beautiful in a form-fitting black dress and heels, carrying a small bouquet of flowers. Her mother was similarly dressed and, although she was over twenty years older than Angel, it was not hard to tell who she got her looks from.Ang's mom, Erika, had driven from upstate the previous morning, along with John, her second.