Summer is a small life apart ...

"quietly grows on the cheeks," the blush of my resentment, and on his cheeks - the growth of self-confident macho ...

Well, that's very similar swimming trunks...

And hands, and a little pussy with hair ...

But I'm a fool, an idiot and a moron, in his words ...

He does not want children and in general - one needs calmness and silence ...

I irritate him ...

This is the end?

Kill him ready.

From tears swollen eyelids (

And just came to Him at the wrong time.