Horny freak! What you got? I'm gonna fucking tear you apart! she pulled my pants so hard, the button flew off. To my horror excited member immediately jumped out of his pants and underpants, like a buffoon-the-box. I began to cover it with one hand, another trying to fasten trousers. "This thing is none of your business," I said. She kept pulling my pants down. I didn't know what was on her mind. Does he really want to tear it off? - I'll rip your stinking trunk off and you'll eat it, you bastard. she groaned. I grabbed her hands and threw her on the floor. It was not difficult. My pants were down, my dick was like a tin soldier. - Please, calm down. I'll pay for all the damage. And you separately moral damage. Just take a breath. Let's put everything back. There is no disaster, " I said with my pants down. I tried to let her out, but she immediately reached for my penis, why I in order to self-preservation again grabbed and began to hold her hands. She was lying on the floor, t-shirt lifted, exposing her navel and the bottom of one of the Boobs. She really was without a bodice. "It's rape," she said softly. - No, I'm just trying to calm you down. - I tried to pull her shirt off to cover her nakedness, but her hand was free and she very accurately and firmly grabbed the barrel of my cock. That's all - I thought, ready in the near future to be in intensive care. However, it is not strengthened his grip and, what struck me even more was slowly jerking my penis. - What are you doing? - Second hand. she said, continuing to relish the drive in my unit. I obediently let go of her hand. - You just want to have sex? she didn't answer my question by putting her other hand in her sweatpants. I didn't know what to do. Very carefully lifted her yellow t-shirt, completely freeing her milk Tits with large almost flesh-colored nipples. She had a lovely young tummy with a deep belly button. I admit, the pleasure was amazing, especially after such a shock. She, so rude, boorish, so gently masturbated my cock like none of the women I had sex with. Although they were not so much. Just two. Soon she let go of my thing and completely pulled off her t-shirt. "Take off my pants, please," she said to me. - Her voice was very different. It was like another person was talking to me. Not a trace of the aunt who used to sell me loaves behind the bread counter. With members already flowed lubrication. She lifted her legs and I slowly, savoring the situation, kissing and licking her full hips, then elastic shins, then gentle ankles, took off her sports. Finally I took off her sandals and well licked her feet and painted fingers, while she resumed to caress my cock and testicles. Then she took off her white, lace panties. Sex sashes were plump and compressed, like the lips of a teenager offended by the whole world. You have condoms? she asked. - In truth, they're particularly useless, I replied. - Wife and I divorced a year ago. She looked at me with that scornful look she had given me earlier. Then stood up, her naked bubble ass, went to the counter. - I didn't know there were condoms in the bakery. Is my she said, pulling a package out of the bag. - It seemed to me that the company of people passed by shop. I hope they didn't see us. - If anything, my name is Ira. You're gonna fuck and you don't even know who. - she said, handing me a condom. I opened it. And fitted rubber its stagnant business. "Let's go to the couch," she commanded. We went to a small room the size is not much larger warehouse. There was a table, littered with thick books and, apparently, patch. An old personal computer and a tiny sofa, which would not fit in full length and I with my sixty meter. Ira, formerly clerk, now, Nude beauty body, the first that either there is a sample cleverly laid out sofa. It turned out that in the unfolded form it was quite suitable for a love bed. When she tried to fill it with some kind of blanket, I could not resist, grabbed her waist, pressed her face down to the couch and inserted the penis into her warm pussy. - Mmmm... how big is he with you?.. I'd like the couch tucked in. You gonna finish him off, what am I gonna tell the receptionist? - The blanket? - My own plaid. she said muffled. - Oh, not so, not so: a little slower. But I was so hot, I couldn't slow down. She rose to her hands, standing on his knees in a pose dog. Tits were hanging down like two big melons in a string bag. They dangled from side to side, hitting her tummy and her face. I grabbed CECE with my hands and began to make movements as if I was milking her like a cow, without ceasing to spy on her hole. - What are you doing, you're gonna rip my Tits off. she groaned. - You recently too I wanted something to tear, ' I replied, grabbing it from below hips and lift the legs. - What are you doing? she groaned. - A fool or what? From her rudeness, I got aroused even louder and began to gouge it even stronger, she screamed like crazy when I run. When I felt her coming, I slowed down. - Don't stop, you idiot! she shouted. - You're such an idiot. She grabbed the blanket with her hands, hugging it like a precious treasure. I lowered her legs and began to tickle her heels. No reaction followed, it is only more tense, grouped. She puffed like Darth Vader from Star Wars. - Deep cock! Hurry up! Do what they say! Okay! Okay! Enough! she cried out breathlessly, as if she had just gone for a run. I fished my stuff out of the salesgirl without letting it go. She got up from the couch with her hands on my shoulders. - Okay, let's wrap this up. she said. I haven't... - You'll finish your business at home. Let's go put the shelf back. She cupped her hands around her Breasts. - Now will much to root. And don't forget the moral damage... Whoooo... how sore Boobs: and you for the damage should pay. - Can you finish it with your mouth? - I suggested, insolent and podrachivaya member. She threw on a blanket and left the room, twisting her bare ass. "At least let me touch your chest," I said insolently. I took off the condom and threw it on the floor. She turned around and approached me. - Worse than you, cattle, I've never had. The saleswoman dropped to her knees and wrapped my cock in her thick buffer. I stroked her hair and tried to kiss her, but she dodged. Caressing my dignity with her no less valuable property, she made such an expression, as if working all day on the conveyor, and all this she was tired. When I came, I spattered all around. It was beautiful. Couch and carpet. Even the news got, by some miracle. I fell on the couch like a piece of meat. - You're more ugly than I thought. Worse than my husband being an alcoholic. - she said and went to dress in the pantry. Then we somehow still cleaned the sofa and carpet. The sheets, to my happiness, were the day before yesterday. In short, cleaned up surprisingly quickly, although it seemed that the work here for the rest of a miserable life. The feeling was that for my sins I have time to quarter and fry steaks. The son was with his grandmother the whole time, so don't worry. Although I had to eat the Mac and bun myself. - While. And be more courageous. And then shaking like an aspen leaf, already dressed with a smile she held me. Now I have no particular animosity go to the bakery on the way home. My aunt is still rude to me. Sometimes cleaner than before. And I would not refuse to continue. The author wished to remain anonymous.
Sex Stories You just want to have sex?
Ira - a woman of about forty. Not great. Or rather, I did not know then that she was Ira. I called her boorish or loaves to myself. Loaves because she was selling bread in a shop near the house where I live. And also because she had under a thin yellow t-shirt very noticeably stood out healthy long Tits, similar in shape to two loaves. Boorish she was terrible. Every time I bought buns for tea, I felt awkward: she constantly hurried buyers, bickered, chatted on the phone until people just left or started swearing in response, which also averted me from this place. There was no book of complaints. Always grumpy,grumpy, but not old. Sometimes I did not regret to make a big detour, returning home from work to reach another bakery. I've always liked older women, but this aunt just pissed me off. She had a wonderful shape - not fat, no-the store has always been fresh products, but the nature of the women was bad. And bad taste: a yellow t-shirt has long faded and it was hard to make out what was depicted on the print. Whether it's the Eiffel tower or just a ketchup stain. She kept her husband-an alcoholic, stunted and evil man. They say that he used to teach at the Institute of biology, because many people called him: biology. Once the Biology was so wasted that instead of a piece of cheese put in the fridge for your cat. The cat sort of walked away, but his wife, a portly lady of the loaves, painted his face, it seemed he should have a place the cats spent two hours in the refrigerator. I'm the one who has the economy rises to all that in a skirt and moves. And, as not frightened me boorish, it was still nice to imagine her bare bars with nipples the size of coffee cups. Maybe she noticed how I sometimes stared at her Tits and was therefore more aggressive towards me. But will move closer to reality: to tell especially there is nothing, just one day I managed to win this stervoza for all customer grievances. Maybe I'm not the only one so lucky, but I could not think that this could happen to me. Two weeks ago I was walking home from work, tired as the devil, after ten hours of slave labor in the hotel - I was the flunky, porter shorter. I live with my little son from my first marriage, so every time I buy him some sweets. This time I was too lazy to make a hook to another bakery, and I went to the one on the way home. - Can you read, young man? I tried to find a look that I should have read, but so anything and did not notice. - Seen at school badly studied, sarcastically she smiled. Nonsense, but it hit a nerve. I really didn't study that well. - At the entrance it says that the bread works until eight. I already closed the register, everyone. So long. She turned her back to me, and putting her meaty ass in some kind of sporty pants, began to collect things in a hefty bag. I thought she would take pity on me and said, " I have a little boy to buy a little bun like that." Maybe somehow, I'll pay you extra. - Listen, sweetheart. Let me pay you extra so you don't stop me from getting ready. she said without turning around. Then she quite unceremoniously corrected crashed into the ass panties. - Can you hear me all right? I looked at the clock hanging on the wall: it was ten to eight. Surely this card will not work, I thought. Quite brazen aunt. - Woman, it's ten to eight o'clock. Please, sell me that muffin for 4 hryvnias and all. After all what you labor? She turned to me, Tits under t-shirt swayed like weights of a wall clock, and I realized that there she is without a bra. - You would have tried so hard! You don't think it's hard, do you? I don't know how you work there, but I have enough. The clock, by the way, is half an hour behind. If you are lost in time, go get a good sleep at home. Pulling out his mobile, I was convinced that she, unfortunately, was right. These people must be exhausted today. Politely saying goodbye, I left the store. It was already dark, I decided to smoke a little, without departing from the lighted place next to the bakery. Smoked half a lung camel, I heard that she was there, in the store, talking to someone on the phone. More trouble is not enough, think that I came here. - no ... come on in, I'll sell you a bun. - it turns out, this was not telephone conversation. She talked to me The magic cigarette helped. I went back to the store, my aunt handed me a bun with poppy seeds: my son does not eat with poppy seeds. I decided to remain silent. - 3 hryvnia, - she said. - I'm ripping my loaf off. Such bread as she will come off, I thought. Hand yourself more otsosesh. I got 5 hryvnias from a pocket. Then I hid them, realizing that she could start a scandal, they say - no change. About 20 seconds I was rummaging through my pocket. She stood with her lips curled. - You realize you're holding me? - She became very close to me, almost touching the titties on my chest. Come on. You broke a piggy Bank, how much change do you have? Finally, I nakovyryat the required amount, but, unfortunately, when he tried to pass her hand began to fall out one coin. Trying to hold her back, I dropped almost all of its message on the floor. The shopkeeper took a deep breath. You're human... she said. You're insane. I'll wait. I squatted down and began to pick up the loose change from the floor. It's amazing how such a bitch can have such neat, clean toes. She was wearing sandals with heels that were clearly not too attached to her sweatpants. Excellent legs, well-groomed. I started to get up and, although I collected all the change,I was embarrassed to get up. I pretended that one coin rolled under the counter. But my thing didn't calm down anyway. Come on up. Just give me what you've got. she said nervously, raising her voice. - Well, it is necessary to raise, ' said I, still fumbling under the counter. By the way, I did find coins dropped earlier by someone else there. Then she pulled my shirt. - Give me the money, I gotta go. If you have nothing to do, I do have two hungry mouths at home. I had to get up, though my buddy never calmed down. I looked at him-nowhere to be seen. Handing her the coin, I took it from her hand and put it in my bag. - You'd find yourself a girlfriend. That's how I dropped the change, and she's picking up after you. Socks around the apartment your dirty collect. I only pretended to smile. A young girl about 20 years old came to the store, but the saleswoman rejected her, as well as me at first. The girl did not argue and immediately, wearing headphones, came out. - I mean this, ' said bolseria. - Did the Laundry for me, cook - look at you, clearly not Alain Delon. - Well, I'm going, probably. So long. - Look, since I helped you, you can help me. We need to put some drawers on the top rack in the pantry. Just hurry up, don't delay. aunt scratched his belly almost down her t-shirt rode up, exposing the abdomen. Cultural mistress, what to take from her. I feel like I'm not a man, and not man even that at I can fix pants, scratch where they like. "No problem," I said, nodding. She led me into a terribly narrow room, with a high ceiling, lined with plastic bottles of soda, boxes, lit lonely hanging on a long wire bulb Ilyich. I pushed the rickety stool. - That's two boxes at the bottom, I don't get. Get on the stool I picked up the box, surprisingly heavy, barely climbed on the wobbly chair. "I can insure it," she said. I agreed and the saleswoman grabbed my hips. The grip is not very strong: if you fall, then fall-insurance, frankly, not circus. With the first box I coped, putting it on the top shelf of the rack. On the second box, I felt like I was losing my balance. "Just don't crash," she said. Soon the drawer with a dull sound fell on the floor. I noticed white clouds rising up from there. Apparently, there was flour. I followed the box. To keep the balance, I began to grasp at everything. It ended up that I still did not fall, but my hands were on the Tits of the saleswoman. She said nothing, giving me an indignant look. - I'm sorry, ' I said. - Tits to the touch was as soft as dough. Of course, I immediately removed his hands, but again began to fall. Now I've got the rack. The rack was banked and products began to move down slowly from there. Boxes, bottles, bags, jars with some pickles. Everything began to fall to the floor. Rack fell, but not completely, and diagonally: leaning on another wall. All that stood on it was on the floor. Soon collapsed and I broke the legs of the stool. I fell face first into the saleswoman's belly. My hand held her thigh. Are you okay? Are you hurt? - she seemed to be all right. - You bastard, you bastard, - she then began to cover me with the most close terms. I'm up again.
Horny freak! What you got? I'm gonna fucking tear you apart! she pulled my pants so hard, the button flew off. To my horror excited member immediately jumped out of his pants and underpants, like a buffoon-the-box. I began to cover it with one hand, another trying to fasten trousers. "This thing is none of your business," I said. She kept pulling my pants down. I didn't know what was on her mind. Does he really want to tear it off? - I'll rip your stinking trunk off and you'll eat it, you bastard. she groaned. I grabbed her hands and threw her on the floor. It was not difficult. My pants were down, my dick was like a tin soldier. - Please, calm down. I'll pay for all the damage. And you separately moral damage. Just take a breath. Let's put everything back. There is no disaster, " I said with my pants down. I tried to let her out, but she immediately reached for my penis, why I in order to self-preservation again grabbed and began to hold her hands. She was lying on the floor, t-shirt lifted, exposing her navel and the bottom of one of the Boobs. She really was without a bodice. "It's rape," she said softly. - No, I'm just trying to calm you down. - I tried to pull her shirt off to cover her nakedness, but her hand was free and she very accurately and firmly grabbed the barrel of my cock. That's all - I thought, ready in the near future to be in intensive care. However, it is not strengthened his grip and, what struck me even more was slowly jerking my penis. - What are you doing? - Second hand. she said, continuing to relish the drive in my unit. I obediently let go of her hand. - You just want to have sex? she didn't answer my question by putting her other hand in her sweatpants. I didn't know what to do. Very carefully lifted her yellow t-shirt, completely freeing her milk Tits with large almost flesh-colored nipples. She had a lovely young tummy with a deep belly button. I admit, the pleasure was amazing, especially after such a shock. She, so rude, boorish, so gently masturbated my cock like none of the women I had sex with. Although they were not so much. Just two. Soon she let go of my thing and completely pulled off her t-shirt. "Take off my pants, please," she said to me. - Her voice was very different. It was like another person was talking to me. Not a trace of the aunt who used to sell me loaves behind the bread counter. With members already flowed lubrication. She lifted her legs and I slowly, savoring the situation, kissing and licking her full hips, then elastic shins, then gentle ankles, took off her sports. Finally I took off her sandals and well licked her feet and painted fingers, while she resumed to caress my cock and testicles. Then she took off her white, lace panties. Sex sashes were plump and compressed, like the lips of a teenager offended by the whole world. You have condoms? she asked. - In truth, they're particularly useless, I replied. - Wife and I divorced a year ago. She looked at me with that scornful look she had given me earlier. Then stood up, her naked bubble ass, went to the counter. - I didn't know there were condoms in the bakery. Is my she said, pulling a package out of the bag. - It seemed to me that the company of people passed by shop. I hope they didn't see us. - If anything, my name is Ira. You're gonna fuck and you don't even know who. - she said, handing me a condom. I opened it. And fitted rubber its stagnant business. "Let's go to the couch," she commanded. We went to a small room the size is not much larger warehouse. There was a table, littered with thick books and, apparently, patch. An old personal computer and a tiny sofa, which would not fit in full length and I with my sixty meter. Ira, formerly clerk, now, Nude beauty body, the first that either there is a sample cleverly laid out sofa. It turned out that in the unfolded form it was quite suitable for a love bed. When she tried to fill it with some kind of blanket, I could not resist, grabbed her waist, pressed her face down to the couch and inserted the penis into her warm pussy. - Mmmm... how big is he with you?.. I'd like the couch tucked in. You gonna finish him off, what am I gonna tell the receptionist? - The blanket? - My own plaid. she said muffled. - Oh, not so, not so: a little slower. But I was so hot, I couldn't slow down. She rose to her hands, standing on his knees in a pose dog. Tits were hanging down like two big melons in a string bag. They dangled from side to side, hitting her tummy and her face. I grabbed CECE with my hands and began to make movements as if I was milking her like a cow, without ceasing to spy on her hole. - What are you doing, you're gonna rip my Tits off. she groaned. - You recently too I wanted something to tear, ' I replied, grabbing it from below hips and lift the legs. - What are you doing? she groaned. - A fool or what? From her rudeness, I got aroused even louder and began to gouge it even stronger, she screamed like crazy when I run. When I felt her coming, I slowed down. - Don't stop, you idiot! she shouted. - You're such an idiot. She grabbed the blanket with her hands, hugging it like a precious treasure. I lowered her legs and began to tickle her heels. No reaction followed, it is only more tense, grouped. She puffed like Darth Vader from Star Wars. - Deep cock! Hurry up! Do what they say! Okay! Okay! Enough! she cried out breathlessly, as if she had just gone for a run. I fished my stuff out of the salesgirl without letting it go. She got up from the couch with her hands on my shoulders. - Okay, let's wrap this up. she said. I haven't... - You'll finish your business at home. Let's go put the shelf back. She cupped her hands around her Breasts. - Now will much to root. And don't forget the moral damage... Whoooo... how sore Boobs: and you for the damage should pay. - Can you finish it with your mouth? - I suggested, insolent and podrachivaya member. She threw on a blanket and left the room, twisting her bare ass. "At least let me touch your chest," I said insolently. I took off the condom and threw it on the floor. She turned around and approached me. - Worse than you, cattle, I've never had. The saleswoman dropped to her knees and wrapped my cock in her thick buffer. I stroked her hair and tried to kiss her, but she dodged. Caressing my dignity with her no less valuable property, she made such an expression, as if working all day on the conveyor, and all this she was tired. When I came, I spattered all around. It was beautiful. Couch and carpet. Even the news got, by some miracle. I fell on the couch like a piece of meat. - You're more ugly than I thought. Worse than my husband being an alcoholic. - she said and went to dress in the pantry. Then we somehow still cleaned the sofa and carpet. The sheets, to my happiness, were the day before yesterday. In short, cleaned up surprisingly quickly, although it seemed that the work here for the rest of a miserable life. The feeling was that for my sins I have time to quarter and fry steaks. The son was with his grandmother the whole time, so don't worry. Although I had to eat the Mac and bun myself. - While. And be more courageous. And then shaking like an aspen leaf, already dressed with a smile she held me. Now I have no particular animosity go to the bakery on the way home. My aunt is still rude to me. Sometimes cleaner than before. And I would not refuse to continue. The author wished to remain anonymous.
Horny freak! What you got? I'm gonna fucking tear you apart! she pulled my pants so hard, the button flew off. To my horror excited member immediately jumped out of his pants and underpants, like a buffoon-the-box. I began to cover it with one hand, another trying to fasten trousers. "This thing is none of your business," I said. She kept pulling my pants down. I didn't know what was on her mind. Does he really want to tear it off? - I'll rip your stinking trunk off and you'll eat it, you bastard. she groaned. I grabbed her hands and threw her on the floor. It was not difficult. My pants were down, my dick was like a tin soldier. - Please, calm down. I'll pay for all the damage. And you separately moral damage. Just take a breath. Let's put everything back. There is no disaster, " I said with my pants down. I tried to let her out, but she immediately reached for my penis, why I in order to self-preservation again grabbed and began to hold her hands. She was lying on the floor, t-shirt lifted, exposing her navel and the bottom of one of the Boobs. She really was without a bodice. "It's rape," she said softly. - No, I'm just trying to calm you down. - I tried to pull her shirt off to cover her nakedness, but her hand was free and she very accurately and firmly grabbed the barrel of my cock. That's all - I thought, ready in the near future to be in intensive care. However, it is not strengthened his grip and, what struck me even more was slowly jerking my penis. - What are you doing? - Second hand. she said, continuing to relish the drive in my unit. I obediently let go of her hand. - You just want to have sex? she didn't answer my question by putting her other hand in her sweatpants. I didn't know what to do. Very carefully lifted her yellow t-shirt, completely freeing her milk Tits with large almost flesh-colored nipples. She had a lovely young tummy with a deep belly button. I admit, the pleasure was amazing, especially after such a shock. She, so rude, boorish, so gently masturbated my cock like none of the women I had sex with. Although they were not so much. Just two. Soon she let go of my thing and completely pulled off her t-shirt. "Take off my pants, please," she said to me. - Her voice was very different. It was like another person was talking to me. Not a trace of the aunt who used to sell me loaves behind the bread counter. With members already flowed lubrication. She lifted her legs and I slowly, savoring the situation, kissing and licking her full hips, then elastic shins, then gentle ankles, took off her sports. Finally I took off her sandals and well licked her feet and painted fingers, while she resumed to caress my cock and testicles. Then she took off her white, lace panties. Sex sashes were plump and compressed, like the lips of a teenager offended by the whole world. You have condoms? she asked. - In truth, they're particularly useless, I replied. - Wife and I divorced a year ago. She looked at me with that scornful look she had given me earlier. Then stood up, her naked bubble ass, went to the counter. - I didn't know there were condoms in the bakery. Is my she said, pulling a package out of the bag. - It seemed to me that the company of people passed by shop. I hope they didn't see us. - If anything, my name is Ira. You're gonna fuck and you don't even know who. - she said, handing me a condom. I opened it. And fitted rubber its stagnant business. "Let's go to the couch," she commanded. We went to a small room the size is not much larger warehouse. There was a table, littered with thick books and, apparently, patch. An old personal computer and a tiny sofa, which would not fit in full length and I with my sixty meter. Ira, formerly clerk, now, Nude beauty body, the first that either there is a sample cleverly laid out sofa. It turned out that in the unfolded form it was quite suitable for a love bed. When she tried to fill it with some kind of blanket, I could not resist, grabbed her waist, pressed her face down to the couch and inserted the penis into her warm pussy. - Mmmm... how big is he with you?.. I'd like the couch tucked in. You gonna finish him off, what am I gonna tell the receptionist? - The blanket? - My own plaid. she said muffled. - Oh, not so, not so: a little slower. But I was so hot, I couldn't slow down. She rose to her hands, standing on his knees in a pose dog. Tits were hanging down like two big melons in a string bag. They dangled from side to side, hitting her tummy and her face. I grabbed CECE with my hands and began to make movements as if I was milking her like a cow, without ceasing to spy on her hole. - What are you doing, you're gonna rip my Tits off. she groaned. - You recently too I wanted something to tear, ' I replied, grabbing it from below hips and lift the legs. - What are you doing? she groaned. - A fool or what? From her rudeness, I got aroused even louder and began to gouge it even stronger, she screamed like crazy when I run. When I felt her coming, I slowed down. - Don't stop, you idiot! she shouted. - You're such an idiot. She grabbed the blanket with her hands, hugging it like a precious treasure. I lowered her legs and began to tickle her heels. No reaction followed, it is only more tense, grouped. She puffed like Darth Vader from Star Wars. - Deep cock! Hurry up! Do what they say! Okay! Okay! Enough! she cried out breathlessly, as if she had just gone for a run. I fished my stuff out of the salesgirl without letting it go. She got up from the couch with her hands on my shoulders. - Okay, let's wrap this up. she said. I haven't... - You'll finish your business at home. Let's go put the shelf back. She cupped her hands around her Breasts. - Now will much to root. And don't forget the moral damage... Whoooo... how sore Boobs: and you for the damage should pay. - Can you finish it with your mouth? - I suggested, insolent and podrachivaya member. She threw on a blanket and left the room, twisting her bare ass. "At least let me touch your chest," I said insolently. I took off the condom and threw it on the floor. She turned around and approached me. - Worse than you, cattle, I've never had. The saleswoman dropped to her knees and wrapped my cock in her thick buffer. I stroked her hair and tried to kiss her, but she dodged. Caressing my dignity with her no less valuable property, she made such an expression, as if working all day on the conveyor, and all this she was tired. When I came, I spattered all around. It was beautiful. Couch and carpet. Even the news got, by some miracle. I fell on the couch like a piece of meat. - You're more ugly than I thought. Worse than my husband being an alcoholic. - she said and went to dress in the pantry. Then we somehow still cleaned the sofa and carpet. The sheets, to my happiness, were the day before yesterday. In short, cleaned up surprisingly quickly, although it seemed that the work here for the rest of a miserable life. The feeling was that for my sins I have time to quarter and fry steaks. The son was with his grandmother the whole time, so don't worry. Although I had to eat the Mac and bun myself. - While. And be more courageous. And then shaking like an aspen leaf, already dressed with a smile she held me. Now I have no particular animosity go to the bakery on the way home. My aunt is still rude to me. Sometimes cleaner than before. And I would not refuse to continue. The author wished to remain anonymous.