В постели с твоим мужем on Windows Pc

So, like me, turn around after me and quietly whisper behind my back. In a decent society, as a rule, they smile, but it's worth moving away - they tighten their lips and nod. What's strange, because if I lived a century so in the 18th, my social status would bear the proud name of "the king's favorite." Including all the privileges in the form of curtsey, maid of honor, diamonds and fascinating intrigues. In our time of high technologies, space flights are much more prosaic. Frankly, all my life I did not really dream about this status and, frankly speaking, I did not diligently prepare for it. I had several other goals and plans, in which the man, his wife and children, who had become entangled in his own throwings, did not fit in categorically. Moreover, I always condemned my mistresses and even despised - as it is not pride in general, the woman does not have to be confused with someone else's peasant to download a book in bed with your husband. But it so happened that by the age of 30, being already smart, quite experienced, and even in some matters a wise woman with a marriage behind her shoulders, I suddenly found myself in the middle of a strange family. Well as in the middle. Actually, from the edge. I suspect that the young ladies belonging to the wives' squad have already begun to muddle, and the hands themselves are trying to throw out the book with the words from the book series in bed with your husband, "kirzovye boots in someone else's family", "there will be problems with the ovaries." Calm, ladies, I have something to tell you. And yes, I will teach you life. Although you think that my business is to sit in bed with your husband. In general, if we analyze, the "mistress's karma" haunted me from the first grade of the school. Then the sneaky Grishka fooled my head and Alena from the third desk. I, incidentally, honestly loved the class until the fifth. And even demanded from my mother to screw me an oblique braid, as it had a weakness for long-haired girls. Then there was Igoresh. We were friends. He met with Dasha. And I was secretly in love with him. But she hid and was friendly. As many as three classes. After leaving school, we slept with him, and I stopped answering calls. He called three more years. Dasha, by the way, gave up. The real emotional tin happened at the age of 21. I seriously fell in love with the boy, and he's in me. And this romantic, and the sunrises on the balcony, and incredible, well, by the standards of 21 years, sex until the morning. And then opa - "I have a girlfriend." I sobbed for six months. And he walked around in circles. Some letters, calls, excuses. Proud, I was unapproachable. And zareklas that never again. "More never" happened five years later. I was already married, he lived a civil marriage with a girl. And the love swept us right in the workplace. Secret meetings, meetings in safe houses, long walks with the dog to talk on the phone, fervent confessions. Love in the best traditions. All, by the way, could have happened, if we had not been stupid with a break in official relations. In the end, by the way, he and I have parted ways with our partners, but a little later than the actual date. And of course, again, "never again," and "to once again," and into double games. Correctly speak - do not renounce. Because in three years, exactly under 30 years, he happened to me. Married, with three children and, of course, well, just my man.

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