“Let that old hen wash my socks,” the husband laughed in his mistress’s arms while his wife watched them from behind the shop window.
“Let that frumpy hen wash my socks!” Viktor laughed, pulling the young salesgirl close. “Wait, she really doesn’t suspect anything?” Alyona giggled, fixing her lipstick. “As if she could! She thinks I’m staying late at meetings.” “Oh, look, someone’s coming…” Marina recoiled from the jewelry store window. Her legs nearly gave way, but she forced […]
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