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I met a beautiful lady from Latin America. I took care of her for almost a month, in general, she finally agreed to the number, went to her. In general, I put my clothes down, I embrace her, I look in her green eyes, I admire her look on the Spanish curve. She smiles and pulls the lens out of my eye. He says, "Sorry, sweet, I have a vision -6, I thought once I still wear lenses, although I change the color to an exotic one."
I'm not embarrassed, I'm continuing on her beautiful forms. She breathes and sadly shakes her head, showing scars under her chest. I said, after my stomach cut off (!Lost almost 50 kilos!The breasts hanged like the ears of a spaniel, had to be inserted.
I had my mouth opened to say that it was all the little things, and she hugged me behind the neck and continued to the ear: "I was blown up because of the hormones, after surgery... by changing gender." I woke up like a shock, found myself in the neighboring room behind a twisted table, stretching my pants and grieving heavily with the mat.
Ohhhh: and she’s running, and following me like "what, muchacho, has I already loved? What are you unstable men!"
xxx: already in the door I remembered a pack of pads in the bathroom, tampons in her bag, children’s photos on the wall, etc. and returned.
xxxh: she is such "oh, at last, at least one attentive hit... Young boy, stay".
But before her next menstrual period, we had a purely platonic relationship.