A second meeting, this time with a hippie-wife reminded me that at the time less I hope the pleasant surprises of female pop you with emotion. Had a target vessel in his left hand, walked slowly to greet me, we kissed cheeks and she had the tip of some of his hair soaked with coffee, I saw it and immediately told her that her hair was dirty, I took the coffee the fingers of his left hand, dragging the coffee foam to the tips of her brown hair copper. She looked away and I went to a lonely place to smell my fingers, licking them, enjoying coffee sweetened hippie woman.
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