To situate you the true story that I am about to tell you.I have a woman supplier of products related to my profession that I have known for almost 10 years.For many years only the job brought us closer and it was very good that way. I found her quite cute but so bcbg that I could not imagine a relationship with her more.her main asset is a pretty smile with laughing eyes.OTHERWISE nothing special, rather small and thin she dresses in a houndstooth suit with small shoes very wise. Only her tights are sometimes a little eccentric by geometric patterns.So nothing very exciting except a few small handjobs in the evening in the shower while seeing her more naughty.Then when I left Paris for Carcassonne she said to me with a little sad air, it's a shame we won't see each other anymore.I reassured her by explaining to her that I would need her services in the provinces.Then every time I come to Paris we dine together, as much on the phone I have the right to my darling or my darling and as much when we dine together she backs up and closes the doors.When she bought her house in the forest of Fontainebleau, she invited me to see her and tell her what I thought about it.she suggested that I spend the evening after work and sleep at her place with all due honor ... We had an excellent evening although I was taken aback by her outfit and our discussions.For the outfit she had uniform sweatpants and a huge sweater that hid her completely.And for the discussion we had mentioned no less than 3 times Bernadette Soubiroux.Suffice to say that I am good for the cold shower.in the evening she showed me my room upstairs where there were 4 of them and she told me that she slept downstairs and to make it as at home.So I went to shower thinking to be alone upstairs and getting out of the shower in the hallway when I was naked she saw me from the end of the hall and looked away.too bad I'll find something else. Before going to bed I greeted her and as I knew she had insomnia I suggested that she come and talk to me later if she had trouble sleeping.I went to bed with a hell of a pole hoping to see it coming but nothing happened.we renewed these evenings twice and she suggested that for the 4th evening to invite another supplier about our age.Be in your fifties.I knew he was single and rather carried on the ass.Everything went as usual and our third thief took the room at the other end of the hall.before going to bed I called my host again that I was waiting to share a discussion later once the lights were out.she laughs, calling me a sacred rascal and that she had closed the shop a long time ago.I tell her that I found the closed shops sad especially when they are pretty.she pushed me on the back, telling me to go calm down in bed.an hour later I heard her in the hallway and whispering from the bedroom door she asked me if I was asleep.I invited her to come by turning on the bedside lamp, but there was disappointment because she was wearing a long nightgown with a horrible dressing gown over it which made her terribly old.She came and sat down next to ...

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