Clean a hand, I ask it, but his fingers only stroke my feet from an internal part, I ask you. Well, he speaks, I slightly weaken feet, giving the chance to it to clean a hand quietly. But Andryushka also did not think to clean the hand, it was necessary to me to weaken feet as his palm quickly slipped so deeply that I felt at once as his fingers rested against my sponges. Aha, his look floated, eyes were hardly focused on one place, it fairly was drunk. I did not test to it a rage, no, it was pleasant to me to see as it persistently stuck to me, how it did it, ignoring my opinion, he wanted to receive the, as an award as simply gift for my part to it, and it it was possible. Aha, and as a sign of the words nodded.