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- Honey! I came hooome! Almost --:-- -Super! You ready for dinner! - answered voice mail Honey spilled oil on the hot pan and then her hand began to reach for steaks. He catch her from behind and refrain from this act. Hands were intertwined. -What are you doing? - asked Honey At that time cosmically oil began to sizzle. He whispered into her ear.. - Less than two minutes, the clock struck 18:00 He turned her face so she could see the time and when she looked.. laced hands submerged in oil Honey's eyes widened and thought died away Man grabbed the meat and the other hand ran down her cheek and lip, blood trickled slowly, hot thrill evaporate

Hour _:_ Afternoon was sticky, transparent and enough brash. In a towel that was still drying out in the sun - it was possible to see reflection of gater for vegetables and squeezed Honey's thighs. She was grated cinnamon, and I was looking at her. Honey ? Have you finished ? Four days had passed and she was grated the same cinnamon. I approached her because she did not respond as if she was moving without moving. My eyes turned to her, or rather cinnamon turned towards my eyes and I got cinnamon dust in my face. Her thighs were squeezed just like lemon which i frozen days ago. I crawled to the freezer to get lemon out. I could barely see,