Chica. MIRA.
When you tell me that your breasts used to be so much perkier, I SWEAR, I WILL TAKE YOUR WORD FOR IT. But...ok, you know what? I GIVE UP. FINE. TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT AT THE TABLE. GO AHEAD. I don't even CARE any more. (nice neon yellow lace bra, btw)
/no really i love her except T. FREAKING. M. I.
//no her son wasn't there, it was just us, which lowers her boundaries even more
///and i suppose that I should be grateful that she was at least WEARING the damn bra
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hahahaha. although i feel like her son being there would not have made the situation much better. how old is her son, anyway?
omg, she has a son?? i did not know!
i can't imagine her having children...
i fear for her child? but then again..it's spain
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