We started having fights over petty issues. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Now comes the bitter one. Milf porn i had no one to proof-read it, so i did it myself (it’s a really tiring job), and i know a few errors might have gone unnoticed. That’s it. No foreplay, no kissing. I didn’t completely blame Stella, though she was insensitive sometimes. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Now comes the bitter one. I remember how she’d been sitting alone at the bar counter, watching the animals inside the people unleashed on the dance floor, with a drink in her hand, and how after many self-reproachful sermons which had nearly come to questioning the significance of my existence, I had gathered the courage to talk to her. It was disgusting, half-hearted sex. I take a satisfying bath – my body looks fresh and clean, and my long, blond hair smells of shampoo.
