whore feet a dog

Author: lfhs
Word count: 12298
I am 28 years old this year. I teach in a suburban high school. There is a couple living downstairs. The woman is my high school classmate, Meng Xiang. She was a classmate at the time, but she is already a wife. She has a charming figure, mature and charming. The first time I saw her in the community, I was so amazed that I couldn’t speak.
During the conversation, I learned that her husband is her college classmate, works as a pharmaceutical salesman, and is often away from home for two or three weeks. He got married three years ago and bought a house and a car, all in her name. When I said her husband really loved her, she always smiled.
On the afternoon of April 30th, because of the May Day holiday, I returned to the community and met Meng Xiang downstairs, who was carrying things from the car. I jokingly said: It’s different when the unit is ready, do you want to help?
Okay, I’m worrying about it, and you came back just in time. Help me lift this box of fruit. She stroked the hair beside her eyebrows and smiled.
Why don’t you see your husband? Isn’t he at home? Long time no see.
She hesitated for a moment: He is busy and won’t come back.
I heard something was wrong, so I changed the topic wisely. She lives on the third floor, which is not too high, but she has a lot of things, and it took me two trips to get them done, and I was already sweating.
In return, she invited me to sit in her house. Even though I was a neighbor and classmate, I hadn’t been in her house before, so I readily agreed. After entering the door, she changed her coat, bent down and took off her leather shoes to change into slippers. I saw her fine white cleavage and pink from the collar of her knitted dress. It was really a beautiful scene.
When she straightened up, I still hadn’t recovered from my senses. I don’t know if it was because she bent down just now, or because she didn’t turn her eyes when she saw me—I think it was more of the latter. She blushed and gave me a look: just sit down, I’ll wash you an apple.
oh. I answered awkwardly, sat on the couch in the living room, and couldn’t help but look at the beautiful lines on her back.
She came over with a fruit plate and sat on the sofa next to me. Only then did I notice her beautiful calves and feet wrapped in black, which were like thin fishing nets. Her knees were small, making her calf tall and round, and the neck of her calf was thin. Her feet were not big, probably as long as my hands, so I really wanted to pinch them. (: Home > Licking feet in stockings > Me and loneliness on the sofa (2) Time: 2013-03-06 11:57 Source: Unknown Author: admin Hits: 612 times
While she was peeling an apple, she chatted with me about home affairs. In order to recreate the embarrassing situation, I said that I wanted to see the decoration of her room. In the master bedroom, I found a nail on the wall by the head of the bed, but no photos were hung. There were only traces of photo frames. The room seemed to have been unoccupied for a long time. The other bedroom seemed to be Meng Xiang’s boudoir. There was a photo of her on the wall of the room. I stopped to look at it carefully and pointed to the photo: This house is the best decorated because of her. So beautiful, how come I haven’t seen you wearing this dress?
It was taken two years ago, and the people and clothes are old. she said sadly.
theI looked at her: Rodin said that the most beautiful time for every woman is only two months, but I think your beauty is not two months, but two years, ten years, and you will continue to be beautiful.
She giggled: You are very good at making girls happy, how many girls have you cheated on?
What I said is the truth. I’m very stupid, and I don’t know how to express love, otherwise I would not be single long ago. I only speak from my heart, and there is no need to hide it. I’m serious.
She looked at me, and my face gradually turned red. I was asking myself, what I said just now was not like what I usually said. She seemed to be confirming something: you had a crush on me ten years ago?
I am, ah, no, I am sweating on my forehead, and I am back to my clumsy and tongue-in-cheek self.
Hehe she smiled prettily and said: I believe what you said, you are very stupid, but you can coax girls. Eat an apple, people will always change, right? Go back to the living room. She gradually suppressed the smile on her face and said quietly.
I could tell there was something in her words, but it was inconvenient to ask more: I’ll wash my hands first. I didn’t find a single item for men in the restroom. I took the opportunity to sniff deeply the unique fragrance of Meng Xiang on the towel. This smell makes every cell in my body sharp. I can already hear my heavy heartbeat. This is a feeling I have never experienced before. Is it primitive?
Back on the sofa again, I looked at the apple that Meng Xiang handed me, took the apple, I cut it in half, handed it over, and said with a smile: Let’s separate it like this.
Looking at half an apple, she suddenly burst into tears, and tears welled up in her eyes. The change overwhelmed me: what happened to you? Aren’t you happy, let’s not separate, okay? Dividing an apple can make a woman cry like this. I finally believe that women are made of water. (: Home > Licking feet in stockings > Me and loneliness on the sofa (3) Time: 2013-03-06 11:57 Source: Unknown Author: admin Hits: 613 times
Divide the apples? There was a flash in my mind, it seemed because——I tentatively asked her: Are you with him?
She raised her red eyes and said: You can see that we are getting a divorce. I didn’t tell anyone about it.
What? I pretended to be eager, secretly delighted in my heart: why?
His work, you know, for the sake of business, he provides the kind of service that clients need, and sometimes he also participates, and was arrested one night.
We’re done, he’s not here anymore. Her tears rolled down her cheeks like broken pearls.
I took the opportunity to hold her face in both hands, and wiped away her tears. She said: In this case, he is not worthy of your love again, and even less worthy of your sadness. It is better to find him again than not to let him go. Seeing you sad makes me sad too.
Suddenly, Meng Xiang threw himself into my arms and sobbed violently. I put my arms around her, patted her shoulders gently with my hands, put my face against her hair, smelled her hair fragrance, felt the heat of her breath in my arms, the strange thing is that my heart is so peaceful, I hope this feeling will last forever.
After a few minutes, her breathing gradually became steady. Is it about to end? My mood became tense.Come on, he involuntarily tightened his arms.
Did you hear that? She looked up and asked me.
What? Heartbeat? her question makes me seem