Jenny dropped his hand. - I'm using dental floss! - She exclaimed, now a little higher. Then she laughed and started running, slipping and sliding up the hill by the lake frozen. Nate heard this time. He dropped the bag and began running after her. - Hey! Querro I see that thong! - He shouted with voice vampire. Jenny winch and continued to run. Her eyes grow damp and the cold breath was stuck in the throat. Nate chased across the ice covered with snow, where the feet of Jenny skulk underneath it, falling estatelada under a large oak adorned with long pendants of ice crystal. He threw it up as a pump and two rolled, breathless and laughing grudando snow in hair. Nate Jenny turned face down and pulled the coat it. - Let me see, let me see! - He shouted, holding a pair of black velvet Jenny from behind and pulling them down to have a glimpse of butt naked. - Wait! - Jenny yelled, laughing and winches. She closed his eyes hard, unable to hold any longer. Hold on. Nate, I love you. Nate was stopped for a moment, absorbing the information. Then, instead of it will come, kiss her and say that I loved her, he blew a loud and bonitinhas the pink cheeks of her ass and then turned back, exhaled clouds of hot air to the cold blue sky. Jenny was estatelada for a few seconds, catching my breath. Then he put the foot and arranged the clothes. I was happy to have finally spoken, but it would have been more cool if Nate said the same thing. He should have said "I love you" and then taken in a horse sleigh to the land of nuncca. But just what Nate did was make a bang-of-mouth in the ass naked Jenny. - You are not using the underwear with the sail, are you? - She asked full of hope, trying to keep the game as it had begun. - I know there. - Nate unfasten the belt. Arriou his trousers to the hips. Chess-blue. Sorry. - OK - Jenny responded quickly, pulling jacket around the body. - Hey - she said, changing the subject. - Go to the statue of Romeo and Juliet. It is my favorite and is on the way. Nate spent much time in the park, but had no idea what she was talking about. - What statue of Romeo and Juliet? Jenny rub your hands with your hands. - Forget lá.Vou show you when we arrive. -Are you cold? - Nate asked, based on the elbows and taking her hand. - Come here. Jenny hesitated for a second and then lowered. Nate pulled up to him and passed it underneath the arms of his jacket, kissing the forehead and then each of her cheeks pink and cold. She spent the lips on his chin and could not resist saying again. Maybe, just maybe, he had not heard the first time. -I love you - she whispered. This time Nate had to respond. He was embraced with her and Jenny looked in his eyes green with its large brown eyes, waiting. And they had just finished watching the nutcracker, the love of God, it was a love story, in case you do not remember. - I love you too - he muttered. After they kissed for a long time. The red hat of Jenny fell and its dark-brown curls fell on his face, hiding it. But not very well. Dan said to Vanessa that films it needed more action. Well, here was finally some action. Yes, the icicle were excellent, superb. But how many times you via a woman with the butt out in the snow? How many times have you by a guy totally tidy arriando pants in the full light of day in the middle of winter? And how many times you via a couple rolls in the same coat in the frozen lake in the middle of the city's busy world? If Vanessa had at least one helicopter, and she would have shot over the path, up until then that the couple were just a tip in the middle of the grid of Manhattan. But she had no helicopter, then would have to be creative in the assembly. Best of all was that she had not given a full zoom on the face of the couple, then they could be anyone of any age - you with your boyfriend or your grandmother with her boyfriend. It was pure poetry, rough and beautiful. She could barely wait to show Dan Wait. Will it do so before or after to show him what it has under the collar rulê black wool skirt and black? Ia isla bonita The Isle of IaPaix resort on the island of St. Barts, it was the kind of place where are the celebrities who want to hide the women and middle-aged society in New York who want to and recover from a plastic surgery. Unless someone is or know someone, you can not stay there. But by coincidence Cyrus Rose, the stepfather of Blair, had a builder who had done the resort, and so the three villages that he and Blair reserved for mother of the family were the best of all. The village of Blair and Serena had a deck surrounding the house which could see the resort's pool, where women over forty years with surgically enhanced breasts and thighs surgically reduced lie in hammocks using sunglasses and huge loop without JEANS , pretending to read magazines while taking a French fashion drunk with rum punch in the house. One of the women had a small Bichon emphasizes, and even the dog was wearing sunglasses. Across the deck, they could see the stretch of perfect white sand beach, where women were taking more new sun of topless and men velejavam lightly in the windsurfing boards, pretending not to see. The sea was so clear and in a tone of blue-green that seemed so perfect false. Serena is seated on the porch, smoking a Gitane and browsing the French Elle, hoping that Blair got it before finding the other in the dining room for a late lunch. She had washed her hair, which fell on the shoulders and naked on the back of his top yellow Diane von Furstenberg. After the bath, she became one of self tanning lotion Lanc?me throughout the body and the skin had acquired a healthy golden brown. The tiny mini-skirt of denim Agnes B. poorly covered the thighs, and feet were a pair of sandals from strips of white leather encrusted crystals. Near the grade of the deck, a hummingbird sugava the pollen of a hibiscus, a flower adejando the other. Serena wondered why was not a single flower, and take a good long drink and instead of getting it moving much. Good question. - Hello? Forgiveness? - Serena heard a man say with a French accent. She erased the cigarette with the soles of sandals and stood up. A man using a shirt Isle of Ia Paix was stopped at the foot of the staircase of the deck, holding a huge bouquet of flowers tropical rare. - ?a e'est pour vous, mademoiselle - he announced, bringing the flowers up and deliver them to Serena. My God. Will Flow were spies or something? How did he find? Serena took the flowers and smell. - Thank you. - No problem - he replied. He was almost turning around when Blair opened the screen door of the village and went to the deck. - It is better that my mother has an account on the bar she said Serena even before realizing the c.ara.Blair was using a take-it-fall of Jersey beige silk which was almost the same color of your tan Lanc?me. By far, it seemed that was completely naked. Feet had a pair of red rubber sandals she had bought at the drugstore, and she put a fake diamond ring in the left big toe, trying a new visual garbage-wealthy. She saw the face of the resort looking for her. - Yes? - Asked. - Parlez-vous anglais? The man seemed embarrassed. - Sorry. I just wanted to say "welcome" the two most beautiful girls on the island. Fortunately, his accent was very sensual. It was the only way he can get out of saying something completely brega. - Thank you. See you later - Blair said, with him. - Enjoy the flowers, mademoiselle - said the man, seat for Serena. Then he laughed again and went to Blair. Blair penteou the hair with your fingers and espiou the sea. I was getting kind of boring lead singing of every man who passed by. Serena put the flowers on the table of rattan in the middle of the deck. - Who are they? - Asked Blair. Serena has ............