Cervical Mucus At Menstruation

The faint light that pierced the thick curtains of the room gave the impression that the sky, shortly thereafter, he would cry.
Gattaccia gradually pulled back the curtains to see the immense revealed that from the terrace overlooking the lake.

now they were 7 years old watching that scene, 7 years.
They decided to leave Milan, now too chaotic, the Expo was coming and everyone in that city seemed to go crazy.

They too were about to go crazy, a small and modest house, a mortgage, or rather two, high
... It was not hard to make that decision; Gattaccia enough to see his angel eyes, and the angel with wings' the same ink.
now did not need another, each of them no longer existed as a single entity, in all those years had turned into an "us".
Lightning ripped the sky in two, Gattaccia jumped in fright, then laughed to himself and stroked Rufus who, like the pimp master the purring.
"Rufus come here of my boots ... You're always more ciccio ... I'll put you on a diet! Your boss has your head in the clouds, who knows what he thinks always-smiling-he knew what was in the thoughts of his angel, there was only him.
barefoot, as he used to walk home, Gattaccia thought that he would soon be a deluge fell on the lake, began to prepare, he was going to take that sweet angel, but before leaving the house several times traveled along and wide, felt feet attached to the floor, the creaking wood seemed an extension of his limbs ...
He filled the tub of boiling water, lit thousands of candles and some incense stick.
passed quickly in front of the mirror, turned back and stopped to observe, was lost in his own eyes, brown to that which had always had this strange indifference.
smiled and thought to be beautiful, despite the wrinkles, despite the excess weight that had never been able to throw down, despite the hair over the years were less and less.
smiled again and thought that if she loved him so beautiful angel, with all his heart, there was indeed a divine alchemy, an elective affinity.
proud of what great fortune jumped on the freshly washed black jeep and took to the stage where the angel was doing his trials.
When the angel saw the jeep exploded in an expression of surprise, he ran toward the car, hugged her and a tear of joy Gattaccia stroked his cheek.
He never used to those caring, always different, always beautiful, always for him.
were held close to hand all the way back home, kissed each other intensely in the box then boarded.
Gattaccia took his hand, deprived him with all the delicacy and passion he could muster, he whispered his love in all the words that belonged to him, licked every part of her body now that she knew by heart.
He took the hand again and dragged him into the bathroom with him, the angel was speechless at the vision of that colored room with a thousand candles and perfuming of intense echoes.
The double bath, had chosen to enjoy a well-earned relaxing evening together, welcomed them with a warm embrace.
foam wrapped them and soon the loving embrace turned into a heated embrace.
The passion of the first day, the same search for new ways of pleasuring, the same feeling grew and matured in everyday life.
Nudes, with the flame of a candle that was dancing on the dresser, they surrendered to an embrace that untied only kiss the next morning.