Nadia, My Spanish Girl. |
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Introduction: Now here’s the point, Nadia was just eighteen and me, well I’m in my forties, so I was kind of shocked. I suppose that I just stared at her, puzzled. She suddenly pushed me flat on my back, then leaned over me and her lips came down on mine. She kissed me, I mean really kissed me, I wasn’t sure how to react, basically, I did nothing, just let her kiss. “Mierda!” She said, (shit) “I mean kiss me, kiss me properly, like you want to.” |