The mind of a woman who crave it.

I always aspire to be stacked on the

It's a shame to unfold by the delicate story, hard to talk her up here on the first day of the new year, especially if someone is not going back to that I was a slut happy woman, damaged and loàn mausoleum, always just think of sensuality and sexual desire. But not cover myself I felt the pumpkin.

And the more fear than, when I think of a day she could not bear the "deprivation" that makes the Qianlong emperor's life will I laugh more than cooking as possible. Who didn't know a woman had her husband, then the demand for sex would be indispensable in the life, especially the women who entered the spring as the feedback phase I. Therefore that "ten years," I was the husband to Italy, whether he goes on regularly in this House and next to me each time I immersed suspense meantime, low sighing every second, every minute. He is the good gentle man, also said currency closer to family and caring wife. Have to say that was the ideal man of any woman as if only exposed through public relations work, social communication and economics, political course.

But he is the worst man of my life, always the wife eye strain waiting for you in vain to leave a child alone in the darkness. desolate martial arts There are nights I wake white do not understand why.

Or its not attractive enough for him to notice, or I don't make me "happy", but all are not. I am confident about the appeal and his sex skills. But the problem here is my husband.

My husband often "starving" the wife

Of course he's not the type of man Moon flower, dates to forget the way home, he was always faithful to my wife, I am proud and always believe in that. Just too giddy, fun party the adoration of beer, glass of wine and get drunk though that mate, close or acquainted when meet the horizontal lines ...

So when arriving at the House as well as at the British drank, no longer know anything anymore, and the canoe is the only bed ... asleep.

I don't know the alcohol thing is charm tea Lu drugs or not but it is really attractive to my husband, I could sit all day with ma's men forget that having a wife, the family are waiting for him, not so he can blunt statement that can only leave his wife , leave me and my family and not be abandoned are alcohol and get drunk. The day that you go Pimp my car detached from the essential dream to be able to enlist to do a couple cups of breakfast in the morning.

Worse than all the afternoon would also commonly la cà restaurants to when back home at midnight was a warm body with alcohol and smell those anonymously saying don't start didn't last in at the old drunk. As a woman I also see normally when there is a husband who drink alcohol, but I'm just sad that his tea alcohol pit ham to "starving" I always lack of sex every day, even though my close and lies on her husband, but when he was just a corpse does not souls. Sometimes my sex needs to climb to the peak of the desire that touch to "firearms" of her husband still find for sleep im my Chanh long.

And told myself that had a man can somehow change my husband doing the work that you don't want her I also agree acceptance, not because I'm spoiled, loàn mausoleum ... which also only at my husband let me go hungry for too long while my woman needs that remain vibrant , which even the euphoria, the height again. As my husband understand part of my sorrow thoughts that divided between get and "loving wife" then perhaps I also help lonely more tedious, I'm not up here unfold themselves share intimate story is hard to say. And I'm also not always nơm nớp fear that one day that I share both the body only for someone besides her husband.

Huong ...  =