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Jan 2015
I arrived late to the restaurant ...
I saw your fury
I got up and went to the toilet (do things women) and before I sit,  I offer you a gift in secret ... I told you not to touch in your pocket of your coat  ...
And then I sat down on the table in front of you ...
I looked at you and saw your explosive look, biting your lips, *****
With your hand in your coat pocket ...
I take my left shoe me and touched up you with my foot under the table ...
And I saw desperate you *****,
The other people spoke with you and you were trying to answer but my naughty foot still under the table until *****...
And you had healthy convulsions without anyone noticing...
Paula Silva Santos
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Paula Silva Santos  Portugal/Cascais
(Portugal/Cascais)   
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