I rejoiced observing, as Masha tempts me. I constantly wanted to nestle stronger on its buttocks and more deeply to enter it. On what it sharply winds the head and tries to escape. The settlement that it was so real more than a minute ago, was dissolved in a foggy autumn haze and only the red alarm spark of the mooring cuts the air filled with salty splashes. It paid off and from an inside pocket of a jacket got that stocking. Communication did not stop for a minute, well unless only for the sake of kisses.