The story ... or the reality of another dimension?
The masseur gently they crossed over her body, and soft sounds of ambient melodies filled room, I think in light circling the umu.Pokušavala relax, forced herself to oblivion, but the thoughts were stronger than svega.Današnji events, yesterday, of the week .. . all puzzled and exchanged at high speed.
She felt a soft touch to your leđima.Kružnim hand movements ranged upwards along the spine until vrata.Toplina and smell exchanged their rhythm in a moment, something desilo.Kao that the weather has opened the door, the memories were awakened. But no one fresher date, but an old, unrecognizable, and yet so familiar.