"metaphor you in my life, ant" If any of you, dear readers, is appalled that women are "used" as "sex objects" or politically incorrect things like calling black people "black", please close this window.
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With several years experience in those places I got to where the type of input - two , I said and after the "minor revision" took us to a huge semicircular couch removed from the track. By now you know very well that track tables are an unnecessary luxury (and safe torticollis), while places with best view are the high and relatively far from the track. We had barely settled and ordered a couple of chelas when that lady started to get me tickets conversation, I remembered those years until after a while. I said the next anniversary (the mother meets 9 years and I went there since it opened) of the celebrations, invitations, reservations for these days, what's new in the chow (now there are comedians and DJs and live band) of my knowledge (which of course are no longer) and so for a while until most accomplished bored.
The first to arrive at our chair was a black-haired girl's neck, clad in a black body leaving network admire his well-formed body and a very good-looking hip capping a strong and shapely legs (probably gym ) attractive to say the least, this girl came and sat next to my cousin, who, pa 'put it bluntly, if you face him. The other next to me, a skinny no joke, nor in the body or face, "clothed" with some claiming to be from the 20 and a hat with a headdress. Attempted the talk, get us some drink, a dance, in short, both doing their job ... and both ended up going, mine first, of course.
The next thing she sat with me had some left in some South American country accent, wore a black minidress perfectly matched with his hair and big eyes, all black in it, generally well done but little production. I had the perfect body (surgery) to others but it was not a no joke as before, also had some nice long legs, something like the prettier friend we all have. This SI was nice, talked highly of festivals, night clubs, the sleepless, till he saw that he was not going to get anything me ... and there goes the second.
The third was a blonde, tall and thin, buttocks and breasts small but defiant, a figure superestilizada with a great production to highlight her eyes and face of covergirl triplex. Black mini dress complete with socks "natural" color and black league, the personification of wetdream many of us, I'm sure. He also was left alone for a while as we talked about anything, and the ticket sellers were fired at me incredulously as if to say "no" ? "I wondered what would follow if every time someone was hitting the next was better.
I was not wrong. A black im-pre-sio-nan-te, long curly hair, a face that did not stop lying his few twenties. Lush or what follows. What I was wearing did not hide the great body but that genetics had given him, and last but not least, was gentle, kind, pleasant and a nice smile. - Where are you? - De Santo Domingo, daddy. Rachel was her name and almost convinces me to spend some money on a worn. I told him that for years had been through it and came in a very quiet plan, which only brought my cousin (who at that time was entertained to a blonde, who came 2nd with him) - Oh ternuritaaa ! - managed to say. - I hope for the next animes you , and winked at me - course, nice to meet Rachel (and i mean it)
Enough for one night, we count and CRM bule was present . The waiter arrived without the account but with an extra couple of beers, was about to point out that there must be a mistake because we had not asked for anything, except the account. - Courtesy of the house said and talked about the VIP membership (pppfff!) and as I had been a "client" was interested in preserving and come back soon. Indeed, if membership is appropriate (and free hand) je! total we enjoy our courtesies and a few minutes of the performances of the girls while we were given the membership.
A minute later, another girl up to the door, the ticket sellers almost shouted, "Look Danny, as you like, or sent to do to you" A h chinga, since I know my tastes here . He was fully clothed, from head to toe with a loose outfit of black and white Jester, hood and mask included, allowing little or nothing to guess the face or body of the owner of those buttocks that boasted broad and generous (without to be exaggerated)
Shortly after the waiter came and said something like "Look girl, what I was booking." I bring a photo in front of my kind of woman or the hell? When the moment of unveiling was not wrong, a nice, round butt on that wide hips, legs a la rumba, fair skin and straight hair, brown, a thin torso with tiny tits, all natural in it. It was something like together in one beautiful woman's tenderness and simplicity of Deb the body of Brianna Love . Or to be exact, something like Haley Paige (with A cup), yep, something like that. I loved it. We
few minutes as we drank the last sips of the beer, while smiling on the inside and had a moment of mystical illumination. If not for my fear of commitment high esteem (high for an ugly guy like me) and would like the first or second eyes that made me or told me doll. At this point I'm a fool singles, I have quoted this, sucker, "and it was fashionable" and some other beauties. No doubt there who think I think a coke in the desert. Meh! The truth is that yes, this keeps getting better.
... I just hope that when the right time is not time to go too. Metaphor
you in my life, ant;
metaphor demis eyes are sad.
Buba, Jose Quintero.
