Can We Take Tea In Fasting

Fred

When Carole joined Fred wondered if she was dressed as he saw her skin. By blinking his eyes, he noticed a white skirt that was a little wide measure 2O centimeters and a tank top with American flag which did not cover the belly. He said that little girls could afford to wear such clothes, especially the American flag.

It munching a croissant, waving a paper bag over his head and disappeared into the kitchen.

Fred was strange this morning and said that his girlfriend Marylin was a kind of brown.

In the kitchen, Carole had had two cups red peas and Fred thought of vaguely evil mushrooms.

She had stalled his buttocks on the corner of the table while waiting for hot water for tea and mechanically swung a leg that ended with a gold stiletto sandals, the remains of their evening, completely incongruous in this kitchen. Fred glimpsed fleetingly Carole entering the corner bakery climbed to his feet in gold. He would have liked to see it.

He approached and slid the tips of his fingers on his thigh, without intent, just to make the reality of the moment. Carole continued her rocking motion and he felt his muscles playing under his hand. He went up high on her thigh until you feel the lace of her panties and almost literally spread the floor when she kissed him on the cheek, a kiss sound that said a thousand things at once, so much more obvious than any statement or embrace. Fred seemed to be glass so that girl sometimes disarmed.

Carole smiled at him and he clutched at the table so as not to fly because of the helium that went through his veins. She got up to pour hot water into cups and white polka dots drowned in tea. She began to drink occasionally blowing his slender fingers glued to the tiles, aligning words that Fred did not understand too much and did not care for now.

He took advantage of a pause to articulate without that no sound out of his mouth "I-WANT-SEE-YOUR-BREASTS" and the flag flew from the States towards the sink without a ripple .

Carol sipped her tea as if nothing had happened, the spoon against her cheek, breasts to attention. Fred found them an air at once perky and cajoling, as if trying to round them to forget the two points that dark flashing towards him. The simplicity and beauty the moment he jumped to his throat.

Then he bit into a crescent based in winking at the left breast of Caroline.

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