Military Ball Red Dress

ROD END


Monica was sick, did not understand why those stupid jealousy. The little scenes were becoming more frequent, James gave him no respite. Coworkers, friends, this was already high, a new Paripe this time in his office.

The truth is that the relationship had deteriorated enough, the love had become a baby, the glances were practically nonexistent, the routine, monotony, lack of freedom may for convenience ... but was not going at all well, and had no paint that what was going to improve.
Monica and James had overcome many crises, brought together more than seven years, and this was the first time that it was clear that what he had done with James.

Monica Leaving work was accustomed to take a drink at the bar of her friend Zaira, although it was spotless, with white shirt, jersey strategically placed on the shoulders and a black trench coat that made him look smart His eyes were sad, were glassy and no longer shines.

Do not tell me anything, it to you again reassembled! Can not go on baby! - Zaira frowned, and anger was becoming visible in his face and his gestures exaggerated. Zaira
"It's over, a tear from slipping down his cheek, this time I will not fight for something not leads us anywhere.
- You're coming home with me and do not ever take her phone to the cocoon that, enough is enough! - Zaira had never made friends with James, she was a friend of Monica and was limited to respect him.

After a long conversation and the odd glass of wine, Monica got up to go to the bathroom, and felt that someone was watching in the shadows from the bottom of the bar, despite not having his best day Monica was a very attractive woman, his shirt collar and highlighted the pants fit perfectly, also stylize their heels even more.

As he approached to go to the end of the bar to go to the bathroom, discovered blue eyes staring at her, she was a brunette with wavy hair and Indian features, was dressed in elegant but simple. Monica took a brief look at where I was the stranger, but quickly looked away.

After leaving the service, he found himself face to face with those blue eyes, the stranger at the door,
- I? - Said a voice sweet and velvety
- of course - Monica replied nervously
hands lightly touched the two women instantly, a chill ran through Monica, never felt anything like it.



continued ...

Does Muscle Milk Stop Growth

The best gift. Sandcastles


am alive again. I look in the mirror, I choose the clothes I'm going to get and I can change my mind 1500 times Do you like how I have this shirt ...? no, I put on my best black dress, well ... although the jeans with this shirt I feel very well, better clothing, until finally, the result is not bad!.

games of seduction, seeing, touching and a great desire to make sense again stronger than before.

Get up every morning with the smell, a hug and I love is the best gift you can do, and if it when you're on your side you feel like a princess, you have an inner peace and tranquility that would envy the very Buddhist monks and you feel so desired for a moment believe you can reach the most sensual of the planet ... What more could you ask for?!.

I found distinct impressions, new sensations, past feelings, a being that completely overwhelms me and makes me just amount.

I need you, I look and when I have, I hold you so strong that it seems to be our last embrace.

I do not find anything better than to fall asleep in your arms and wake up the next morning with a kiss from you.





HAPPY SAN VALENTINE A TOD @ SL @ S @ S LOVE

Microfiber And Microsuede

is horrible to feel the disappointment in your own skin, especially when the person to whom you want the results.

Like when you are a girl and start to build a sandcastle on the beach, at first you do so at a safe distance from water, but is not you who destroys it, if not a jealous child who leaves reduced to powder his rake ...

killed rabies find another secluded place to build it rakes outside again, care of every detail, solid wall with a moat, which has a bridge that enters the water and around the fortress, its towers, and this time you even care in the decoration stones using shells and other treasures for children.

Perfect is almost perfect.

I was still one of those girls who still dreamed of being a princess, waiting at the top of the tower to the handsome prince (which over the years become a princess ..) come up on his white horse. Excited

after seeing the magnificent castle you've built, you will seek approval from adults, and what was your surprise when the most of your smiles and holding hands of Mom and Dad, come back and see your beautiful strength is small heaps reduciza difumidados by water ... The disillusionment is reflected in your face so indelible, the feeling of sorrow comes over you and want to throw in the towel do not leave room for any other thought.
consrtuiré
But tomorrow in a place where there are children who breaks, where water can not reach with a security fence to make it stronger and more beautiful than the last.

Reptile Respiration Vs. Mamal Respiration

Kids stuff:-D


I have the chance to work on what I like, that as things stand having a job is hard enough, but I have the privilege to work with children of different ages and cultures, and just ... cool. Say

a Tuesday afternoon, was the time I began to mentalizing to go to work, look at my watch and ... buff laziness. I begin my session minutes in the bathroom ... I recognize that there are times that I can perpetuate, and I love:-D, but when you go just in time you can not go explayándote. Among

laziness, afternoon storm was a constant headache and a sore ovaries was going to kill me ... go to work was the last thing I wanted.

I arrived to work and had several of my kids running around the door, approached one of the girls hug me and before I could react I said

- How beautiful you look today! - With a smile that occupied full face that if with a tooth missing. Automatically my face changed and I returned his smile. We

the game room were all pretty upset, you can tell a lot of stormy weather.

few days ago my work had been a friend of a degenerative disease that is indispensable to use a wheelchair, and the truth is that the experience was very rewarding for the kids to her and that evening could laugh and have a little while away from their illness.

suddenly appeared one of the girls, having an innate grace to say them things ... also can not say the "r" and change the "d"

-Ayed saw your friend, that that was the day otdo nosotdos because the street was pod otdo friend who was also in cadoza like her, and I saludadon them.

After the inevitable attack trying to contain laughter, and I was rather complicated, laughingly asked:
- What do you mean by coach?
- What's your name then? "I asked puzzled-
- A wheelchair but the idea of \u200b\u200bthe coach seems much prettier.

the end my malaise disappeared, and no more medication than the smile of a Niñ @.

Today