the new epizode

 

i stood there in that stupid tie beside my wife, who had bought me it a few years ago and watched the absent writer's bitch, security guards (no muscles but obviously dominated by the kung-fu), and a lady in a black robe who read sentences whose meaning i didn´t understand at all. sometimes in her speech there was something like mutual disagreements (i saw it white, my wife black), physical alienation (yeah, she slept with another guy), a communication barrier (we have not been speaking together for the last two years) and similar shit. the carpet was dark red in color without stains, it was felt like staleness and the furniture was made of solid wood. i tipped it to the oak. no one else spoke. there was nothing to say. the writer was a pretty young and pretty girl with no taste and odor. her name was ingrid and she came from one of the smaller nuns in the north, where the lousy lived. so she went to a town where no one knew her and started working in court. firstly, she dealt with classical misdemeanors, nothing serious. property damage, minor crime, and less serious things. but then they went to the divorce and it started to tease her totally. looking at all the once-happy couples, of whom only the hate, the snoring, the quarrels, the infidelity and the "lending" of the children once every fortnight remained. initially she tried to understand, to understand one and the other. she wondered why it had happened and what was the real reason. why it came up here. in time, she began to hate her work totally and took it only as a necessity and source of money (it was nothing much, but it was still better to work in the factory), but she was quite grateful because she had no qualifications, but she could write quickly on the machine (her dad was a famous screenwriter). every day, at the entrance to the courtroom, she said she would not smoke there anymore. but then she met dave that brought her light into her sad life. he was a funny and real beauty guy (sometimes she wondered why he choze her), he was in cotton (got a lot of money) and people liked him. in addition to that, they sensibly understood in bed. ingrid had not had much experience until that time, but only one when she had made her a totally pitiful classmate in a very rough and indiscriminate manner in a third of a gypsum that she finally did not pass. dave was considerate and patient. they slept together for the first time in three months, when they went to the cabernet franc 2015 by doolhof single vineyard and then ended up at dave´s apartment. the candles reflected their shadows on the walls, dave poured pale gray - seasons, ingrid spoke of her work and she felt really fine. she did not shudder when he first took her shoes off and pulled off her skirt ... and then the white lace panties ... ingrid wanted to go to the shower first (she had already decided), but under the weight of dave´s stroking and tongue in her pussy she did not have a chance. she felt a little embarrassed for a moment, but she could hardly resists dave´s tongue, and ingrid did not say anything else. she experienced her first real and fantastic orgasm with someone other than by herself and she was already fully in his power. dave had done it her very tenderly from the front and then she sat down on him. ingrid was very learning and surprise herself. she felt more and more confident with each and every other position, and she absolutely enjoyed it. since then, they've been seeing almost every day, and they've been fine. dave was incredibly attentive, bought gifts to her, traveling together a lot and enjoyed the life. ingrid had moved to him in the meantime, and in two years they had been drawing rings. from one of the smaller nuns in the north no one came to the wedding... at that time, ingrid took off her impossible glasses, started to use makeup and going to hairstylist, sporting and dressing pretty. there were a lot of guys around her in the courtroom and everyone was running around. she lost weight a little, but her fantastic ass and tits remained. among those all the tails appeared also a sympathetic shy student of law, something that reminded her dave who had a less and less time for ingrid because he had to go to the business and finished his last life contract.

today it's exactly two years since ingrid left him ...

"your marriage is divorced, " the lady in a black robe said as equally as monotonous. i expected to ask us (i tried several times so that it sounded neither regretful nor too optimistic). at the words of the lady in the black robe, the message from dave blinked at the ingrid´s handy. he wrote that he let prepared the divorce application...

when i came out in front of the courthouse and looked for cigarettes, the sun came out of the cloud ... i did not put any weight on it...

 

 

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