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We had been sitting at the wooden table in the depths of the park for three hours and finished off a liter bottle of vodka. We are me and a completely unfamiliar, decently dressed man of thirty-eight years. He came up to my table when I was finishing a jar of gin and tonic, and quite simply said:
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In the evening, he came from work a little earlier than he had assumed and found us preparing food. I cooked fish patties, my girlfriend, my sister called, baked pancakes. He went to the store for bread, and returned ... with a bottle of vodka, a bag of juice and a can of beer. Someone aggressively ...
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Dima flew into the kitchen. The member was standing upright in his formal black trousers. My nipples got up as if on cue. Between the legs was wet. I just managed to push the salads apart before he laid me on the kitchen table with his chest.
- Now dad will pass away! - tried to cool it.
Zadral ...
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- Now dad will pass away! - tried to cool it.
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Chapter 3 - No, Holy Father, I don’t need it anymore, - Mark covered with his mighty hand the fragile mouth of a crystal (probably) pile.
The chaplain was offended.
- What does not mean? - the priest said. “I’m drinking you or something?” - (“Is this really a drink?” - thought the holy father) - I ...
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The chaplain was offended.
- What does not mean? - the priest said. “I’m drinking you or something?” - (“Is this really a drink?” - thought the holy father) - I ...
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We went with a friend Mishka to somehow relax on the sea. Place chose a quiet, calm, little people. After a seething city rhythm, this was the thing. Sea, mountains, fresh air, what could be better after a surrendered session and a whole month in the fields at military gatherings without women and ...
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