“ How dare you ?! After so many years ?!”
And here we are for another argument. I listen to her, passive, as always. I look at her, as if what she said matters to me. In reality, my mind is elsewhere. I only think of Lola and her long brown hair stopping just at the arch of her buttocks. Her butt … They’re the perfect size for my wandering hands. Ah, Lola …
“Hey! You listen to me ?!”
Camille recalls me to order, surely seeing that I had gone elsewhere, and it was not the first time.
Camille, this is my fiancé. She is beautiful. Not extraordinary, but enough. There was a time when my eyes saw only her. Then time passed, and so did her beauty. What a pity! She was so pretty with her little pointy breasts that I loved to make hard and firm under my hands …
Then I met Lola. My beautiful Lola and her generous forms, my hands crossing her body, caressing her matte skin so soft, her luscious lips always decorated with a flaming red. You could only see them on that thin face. She kissed with such ardor! Just thinking about it I feel my member harden somewhat in my pants. But like any man, I wanted to keep both. And it worked for a while.
A blissful smile settles on my face and Camille seems to notice it because she throws water in my face, exclaiming:
“ Here! it will refresh you!”
Then she leaves, slamming the door. This mania has become like an exclamation point in our incessant arguments.
Camille had unfortunately discovered a long brown hair hanging from one of my shirts. From that moment, nothing was the same for me.
Well yes! I had wanted the butter, the butter money, and the creamer’s butt, and I only had the creamer left. And that was not to displease me!
