123 pages of happiness ...
delicious, sensual desire, tender and mischievous ...
a story for us women ...
an ode to old age ...
for all those who do not take themselves too seriously, for all those who call a spade a spade ... who are not ashamed of their bodies emaciated and weighed ... who want to experience the smallest, most intimate moments of life ...
Solange crossed the Lady in Blue, Solange has become an old lady ...
"again tonight, the lady in blue will come to visit. The dream is always the same ... sometimes they join hands and gloves of net squeal against each other with a lovely noise The sound of sand rubbed between palms and time distilled grain after grain, such as toast in the morning. in general, it is the squeal that wakes Solange. Then she gets up and sits on the chamber pot. It prolongs pee on the enamel that resonates with their eyes closed to protect sleep, keep in auchaud warm vapors of urine, then she goes back to bed, already half asleep, glad, so glad of his chamber pot, which it is criticized for having discovered so late, after having known so early, since he also is now involved in the pleasure which is not to rush as it once did ... bumping into furniture for the win bathroom ...
... ajourd'hui, wonder, tomorrow is no longer afraid ... "Noelle
Thank ... thank you ...
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