I did love you, girls ... the massage

Feeling passionate, passionate love in I seem to have turned off with the two first love. To the third daughter, I vow to do all we can for her. After 6 years in love, I care, cares, she responded to me by a broken foot. The wedding took place with the expectations of the people.

And then we have one son bụ bẫm. In more than 6 years in love and more than 2 years after the wedding, the couple never to. I always fulfill the obligation of husbands, fathers, do his son-in-law. My wife loves me so much, I feel that, only that my wife does not know my love for her is the only reason. I was discouraged with what is called love, came with his wife to fulfill obligations of a people that is growing up, families, build careers, children lay.

When in love, I don't think about going broke because there is no sentiment, working far from the 2 year not the lining to the girls around. Lovers of 6 years I never blanket pillow with her. The wedding's done me and my wife's new relationship with each other but feeling very empty, much of the work done. Now have children and then the more I find it bland though also have sexual needs. I am really discouraged with what is called love. My love now is simply good care for your small family, a child is the most precious.

In my life who knows the word. I occasionally still go massage, steam, not because of the physiological needs, simply refresh your body. I never viewed the girls in it, though they pretty much never pay attention to, because in the cold conditioning.

Today I met a girl, age 24, we talk to each other, at first just as the flighty story through the speakers as normal. I did there are more than 3 years, in the beginning I glance of thought, so I was the origin of thousands of men that I've ever next? Suddenly the cold steam conditioner on the back, I have the feeling it's like piercing the skin and meat freezing nights host the soul. I think the blade, stop the pirates, relax a little bit for the finish.

And then the story is crap. I'm cold to the point from when you entered the room at this ain't like to see em. Beauty to me maybe like nonsense? Massage techniques of em pretty well compared to the girl I've ever been served. Even the ability to cuddle your man also make me very irritated. This time when I return to see the new me, the feeling of boredom you look beautiful, gentle too. Never do I compliment a girl massage.

"I'm so cute" I say that blurts when look into your eyes, sad eyes. We look at each other for so long, things in reverse for echoes in my head: "she's just doing the massage", "maybe because of the family situation so do this profession", "I come here to renew itself and not the hám daughter", "her virtuosity as such know how many hands have passed." within moments, there are many things in my head. Is really so, but cannot assess human in appearance. An actor or singer, her beautiful on screen perhaps lived despicable lie life, ugly people still know where on the day they go scan clean litter for the society.

I like eyes to warm my heart, feeling affectionate new era's gentle love screamed to life. You're so cute, but I'm too cool for this profession. I loathe those pretty girls because they often chảnh with my life, with you I get the feeling of intimacy. Look, I know you don't go to hair salons hair much smoother, not like the other girls but the hair that carries the silhouette of the naive girl, in the old days the white in my mind.

I love the old long hair very gently in the wind along tung Chung bay with white ties tha thướt. Soft hand gentle, be trimmed neatly but no nail, I love looking at those hands. Face makeup just enough simple, not fancy like the other girls.

The flighty story made me feel I was a strong person in my life. I also desire to get a love but are deadlocked because of the current circumstances. I'm not to the appearance of the nice guy. Children also have their own self-esteem, the need of sharing between people with each other. Child labor only with his hands rather than supine girl class make money. Just because society should your career metamorphic must also exist new metamorphic.

This time I feel the feeling dead inside. May be it's just transient and lost but the stars on the way of thinking. In that room, I have no sense of euphoria about the flesh, just store only. I feel sorry too, sorry for children lost legs on it. Can I do not wholesale butcher skin but the man was I served almost exclusively because of the joy of sensuality. Can you see them as customers, serve to make money, you need good a love as the other woman. Or maybe you already know how many people go to bed with, my feeling for you is regret.

Living in the environment that you hardly earn men, plate to which the majority because they like the sensuality, beautiful girls serve because they pay rather than have somebody who goes into that make people love. Despite the sympathetic affection children like me then the hackers also fled rather than have the tongue would go a girl like that. Ironically, poor life, you coward. Who does not want her born in wealthy family, be happy, have a sincere love. But life didn't allow us to choose from.

I'm sorry for you, well sorry for me, sorry just a passer, doesn't help you break out of it, unfortunately because I had smooth warm family and never destroyed his family. I am sorry because this life silver bẽo with people like you, sorry for my youth being the man. If possible, I'd expect that out of the way early and find yourself a sincere love. I occasionally will go there as before to meet you, but just want to find the feeling of old times.

I don't want to go into my life because I could not bring happiness to you. Me and I will never go anywhere but forward just gives me the feeling that, whatever the lie or sincerely alarmed I cam crush. I will be a friend to go party life, will try to pull you out of that swamp because has loved you.

You may think I'm crazy when it comes to love a girl like that when only met the first time, but each has different thoughts. I don't need a body that needs the soul, something I had lost, need the feeling of fall of yore, need to live up in me the feelings gone. I remember the old days, love the old days and now you've brought me these emotions.=