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She put down the phone and looked at me. Apparently she was waiting for me to speak to her, but I was in no hurry to do this. Excited by the conversation, she went into the kitchen, looked at the baguette, at the cup standing on the table, and quickly went to the stove. Her arms fluttered, her back was tense. The hem of the dress rose and fell in time with the movements, allowing me to look at my bare legs.

– Wash the dishes. – I walked over and placed an empty cup in front of her. For a moment he clung to her, felt her stretched, elastic body. He smelled a familiar scent. So you decided to take advantage of my absence?

By the way, what were you doing in my bedroom? He put his hand on her thigh.

She was silent, and I gently stroked her. First the leg, then the buttock. I felt the lace of her panties. I think she also felt something, for she died and began to look like a string that was about to break.

– I’m listening, Marika, – in a deceptively velvety whisper, leaning close to her very ear.