Francesca, is a architect and also a beautiful 34 year old woman, who welcomed me in what will be his new office. For now, just a beautiful harbor plastic garden table and four chairs. There is also abundant drinking water that flows from a tap of the bidet, directly into my gargarozzo.Ci also that I relish not only water but also the friendly situation. I am very impromptu, non-conformist and I love so much to be welcomed, rather than by a board of directors of a large corporation. Francesca long dark hair which rest on the shoulders proportionate to that slender body. Two dark eyes and very deep, hidden sin for a couple of glasses and a smile endlessly sweet as his way of speaking. The wine-colored blouse with long sleeves intense, can barely contain her breast hard to hide. His neck, a marvel that would surely delight a young Modigliani. I think it is also equipped with a remarkable pair of legs, judging from the ankle: hide sin, even if the skirt, very trendy, it was just the summary to the rest of the clothing worn. I listened carefully, and as he spoke, the more she did, the more I understood that I could draw some lessons from quell'eloquio (like I usually try to get into who stands in front of me). I was fascinated! For a long time not happened to me a woman of such sensitivity, well hidden behind a veil of formality. Finished my work has come also the time of mere conversation, usually mate to the topics related to my partner. It happens sometimes, however, that I let go in my personal soliloquy, and I fear Pallos stressful for the listener. My mix also tends to be ecogentrico attributes stronger! But no! She listened, and when I asked the question, in fact myself of why I may have had relationships with over 280 women (fully counted ...), his immediate response and absolutely honest I was completely blown away. I am a normal man, I can do well to define the feminine beauty, in contrast with certain exceptions, I is impossible with the masculine: ergo not consider myself neither handsome nor particularly attractive. I am tall six feet inches, slender (weight 74 kg), not at all hairy, smooth appearance and two perfect legs ... basically an adolescent tends to trans! That's why all of a sudden be told: "... I understand why she has success with women and always will be so" left me stunned. The studied with care, as he said those words, as if in grasping at all costs of irony in his words. The badger and ask you to expand the concept: "... I do not know ... I do not want to be misunderstood ... but ... her eyes are, you know ... crafty. " Francesca please do not keep me on tenterhooks, spit the bone and limited hygiene that: "... His eyes express and hit and then ... His voice ...." The telephone rings: "My husband and now." Do you like the real final for granted? Instead, I met the husband of Francesca. A guy who voiced in five minutes what the proverb that says, God makes them and then they mate. They were good together and it was nice to see the youth going off to walk to the stadium Meazza. I like a poor fool with a cigarette in hand, I could hardly stand up by fatigue, and while my tiny little body was so battered by a north wind is not indifferent; I was wondering the reason for that answer. Thinking about it I do not care that much. Since that meeting, which I hope will follow at least one other, spread like writing and I did not know that I met Sabrina.
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