Утомленный Олег развалился в кресле, положив ноги на подлокотник, и наблюдал за мн...ой.-Слышь, а что за мудак тебе звонил? - нагло ухмыляясь, спросил он.-Ты сам мудак! - огрызнулась я, подводя губы яркой помадой.. - Это был мой муж!-У-тю-тю. Даже так?! Ха-ха! Ну и как? Понравилось мужу изменять?-Я не изменяла!, - возмутилась я - Ты меня просто изнасиловал, а потом воспользовался ситуацией, когда у меня не было другого выхода, кроме как поддаться тебе.-Ну да, ври дальше! Думаешь, я не видел ты. "What was that all about?" Oh, nothing. She's just glad we're here."Angie smiled. "Me, too," she said and we started toward the woods to explore. Aunt Milli's place was fantastic. There were paths that led to meadows and a small pond. Others led to dense forest with huge old hickory trees that shadowed the soft patches of moss below. We walked for nearly an hour when Angie stopped and sat on a log that was all that remained of a fallen tree. "You know, I asked you a question once and you never. And let me share with you why.There was a time I would only write poems about women but it did notrelease my vision of how I see them as a whole so I started to create freeform art on them. I will not claim to be a Salvador Dali in any shape orform but it gave me a chance to express my love for women. I would takesome of my art markers and have one of my lovers at the time get naked andlay on the bed. I would draw designs on them for a couple hours or so.Each time, drawing something different,. You were never the speediest.Finally, the door opens, slowly, tentatively. You step in, unsure what to do. I step closer and push the door closed. The snap of the lock turning seems to waken you.You look up and I kiss you, hard, passionately, pushing you back against the wall. My fingers tugging your tee shirt up, exposing your little buds, bending my head to suck the left nipple into my mouth.“Please,” you whimper, but what you are asking goes unanswered.I switch my mouth from one nipple to.