From where I'm sitting, I can observe her. It is or it's not my mother. I recognize her, but her draw are somewhat twisted, the lips start to be purple. Her hair, her pride, is full of blood lumps together covalently stuck. Mr. Sondergard has her eyes closed, although the eyelids close just as if at a pop.May-Lan has continued against me flattered. Her hot body does me well. I can iron on her dark hair and watch her moves. She puts a hand on my knee.
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..