I EVEN DREAM IT… today that I, Mike (my husband) and a couple of friends went up to our home. Purchased wine, salad and walked through the stairs to the fourth floor for some reason * we live at the Ninth *. Good moms gone bad. Includes cash fuck photos and videos of hot mature women. In the third we intercepted Akiva, simple girl, and invited her to go to the guests, as she had birthday. We agreed. Three rooms. Location is the same as if that house. Only ceilings are two times higher. And this last house, the one in which I have not lived two years. Long-Soviet furniture, carpets on the walls, under the dim crystal glass. Little did * * kitchen. Enter where on location to be my room. It is enormous. I wonder, "Why?" It turns out that they bought at once 4 flats .. I go further and further. Several simple girl. Smiles some eyes. Huge halls, car finishing walls, parquet. Expensive furniture. Paintings. Corridors, alleys. Through the window lurks gloomy light-street cloudy. "What is this," I ask. It seems the great house, rather than an apartment. Albeit and four. The girl smiles, proposes to go further. We are going in the living room. The left door open, visible cooks, numerous stoves, dividing tables, cutlery. "To prepare a festive dinner?" - interested. "Yes," responds quietly imeninnitsa. In a room festive muted light. Huge table. Tablecloths, a thin crystal glasses. Long room. Ever seen two walls. Right-picture. Left-box. The vast, over the whole length of the room. From there balcony. And view of the river ... "Strangely ... but from our homes not visible River" ... She smiles "Is it?"