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This happens when you do not expect it ...
In the afternoon my wife’s friend called and told her the plot of a quarrel with her husband, eventually I came to visit her when we came home from work, she was not going to go to sleep at home. They had already crushed a bottle of white, had to run to ...
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In the afternoon my wife’s friend called and told her the plot of a quarrel with her husband, eventually I came to visit her when we came home from work, she was not going to go to sleep at home. They had already crushed a bottle of white, had to run to ...
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In addition to “formal” acquaintances, those to whom my husband and I go to a cup of tea, where you need to chat with your wives about clothes and television programs, while the husbands discuss their working problems, I have a whole army of my own friends whom my husband does not suspect . Like ...
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I was then twenty. I knew women, but quite traditionally. About lesbians heard by chance.
Once I was sitting at home. The doorbell rang - on the threshold my girlfriend from school years Marina, and with her a slender short blonde. Both are tipsy. With Marina, I had a purely friendly ...
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Once I was sitting at home. The doorbell rang - on the threshold my girlfriend from school years Marina, and with her a slender short blonde. Both are tipsy. With Marina, I had a purely friendly ...
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Miss July (remake to Mr. Diablo opus, Summer 2003go # 4168)
I would like to tell you a story that happened to me and my friends in the summer of 2003. In July, my friends and I, Lyokha and Kolya, went to the wild lake to swim and sunbathe. We had a tradition with friends, every year, in ...
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I would like to tell you a story that happened to me and my friends in the summer of 2003. In July, my friends and I, Lyokha and Kolya, went to the wild lake to swim and sunbathe. We had a tradition with friends, every year, in ...
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- Let's go to Veronica.
- And what, you yourself said she now a man can be ...
- What are we, the streets shlendrat? By the way, it is interesting to me to see her peasant, if Leonid did not go to the left.
The conversation is two girls sitting on the porch, they husk the seeds and have moved to ...
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- And what, you yourself said she now a man can be ...
- What are we, the streets shlendrat? By the way, it is interesting to me to see her peasant, if Leonid did not go to the left.
The conversation is two girls sitting on the porch, they husk the seeds and have moved to ...
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