the secret hint

The secret hint I was watching a TV program about Hercules Poirot the heroine in the plot had no **** and wore an evening dress with aplomb She had not sat on a carpet in the forest of spring where the animal of love roams is green as spring grass has a pink underbelly that looks like a purring cat or a puppy that softly barks. It droplets of scents that make lovers enamored for a day or so, sadly, there is always a tomorrow of regrets for some. If the woman with small **** happens to sit on a carpet in the girl she will fall in love and pad her bra and that is ok, why should she not enhance her lack of this bagatelle when there are tringles of love in the air and if this does not help, there is always divorce, much loneliness, the man is satisfied with a triangle