was drenched with sweat. The heat had left us no rest for two days and, as the man on television, would last for another pair. Children played in the yard jumping over the sprinkler. I heard them from the lounge. To them and the children of neighbors who had joined the party while his mother would not know what message. Her skirt attached to the legs and I could almost smell the sweat from my armpits. I moved the glass that his hand (I always liked the rattle of ice on glass) and rushed the last sip of orange juice with a splash (or more) of vodka. I poured more (this time the splash of vodka filled more glass). I put the radio and I collapsed on the sofa. I thought we should change the upholstery. I got the stain of chocolate ice cream that fell to Virginia but I grew tired of those flowers. Flowers settles ass. I had vases with fresh flowers and painted had to sit up (and for a couple of dust that we take out of the box here.) Julie London began to whisper a song. I drank in one gulp all that was left in the glass and closed my eyes. I wanted to hear the noise of sprinkler drops. The children's feet falling on the wet grass. The ceiling fan stirred the heat and sweat. And Julie spat his breath on the microphone. I pictured myself in an old boat (covered in flowers, but a boat) I rocked from side to side as from the port could hear a concert, the drops were caused by the boat to break the water and the heat was a round sunshine and perfect evening would be a cool breeze. I sat in my boat and I felt the pressure of my thighs under my belly. A perfect pressure in the right place. My boat was small flowers but I kept moving my legs, my thighs, back and forth along the rolling the sea. Soon, a groan drowned chewing the cushions. I opened my eyes and walked out of my boat. My thighs were soaked with sweat and gasp at the pad. I went to shower and change clothes. I decided to prepare stew for dinner. My husband would like.
was drenched with sweat. The heat had left us no rest for two days and, as the man on television, would last for another pair. Children played in the yard jumping over the sprinkler. I heard them from the lounge. To them and the children of neighbors who had joined the party while his mother would not know what message. Her skirt attached to the legs and I could almost smell the sweat from my armpits. I moved the glass that his hand (I always liked the rattle of ice on glass) and rushed the last sip of orange juice with a splash (or more) of vodka. I poured more (this time the splash of vodka filled more glass). I put the radio and I collapsed on the sofa. I thought we should change the upholstery. I got the stain of chocolate ice cream that fell to Virginia but I grew tired of those flowers. Flowers settles ass. I had vases with fresh flowers and painted had to sit up (and for a couple of dust that we take out of the box here.) Julie London began to whisper a song. I drank in one gulp all that was left in the glass and closed my eyes. I wanted to hear the noise of sprinkler drops. The children's feet falling on the wet grass. The ceiling fan stirred the heat and sweat. And Julie spat his breath on the microphone. I pictured myself in an old boat (covered in flowers, but a boat) I rocked from side to side as from the port could hear a concert, the drops were caused by the boat to break the water and the heat was a round sunshine and perfect evening would be a cool breeze. I sat in my boat and I felt the pressure of my thighs under my belly. A perfect pressure in the right place. My boat was small flowers but I kept moving my legs, my thighs, back and forth along the rolling the sea. Soon, a groan drowned chewing the cushions. I opened my eyes and walked out of my boat. My thighs were soaked with sweat and gasp at the pad. I went to shower and change clothes. I decided to prepare stew for dinner. My husband would like.
