Nancy Chest under a sweater rose high and fell slowly. How many times in my dreams, Kurt covered her hot kisses, stroking, caressing ... My favorite woman standing in front of him - a lively, inviting and warm. He went mad with the desire to touch it. - Imagine that one day is repeated? - Slowly repeated Nancy, and her eyes sparkled as two of the lens at the sun. - Well yes. - Kurt smiled and spread his hands. He still did not know what Nancy tends, at least hoped, that she wishes he did not accept his proposal.