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“Here we are on the spot,” said Fred, turning in a truck onto Washington Avenue.
Amber reached for him, grabbing her hand. "I hope this is a good idea."
“Everything will be fine,” her husband replied.
“It's all my fault. If it were not for me, we would not have had to do that. ”
“Honey, it's all right. Everything will settle down over time. ”
"Is everything black here?"
“Well, I would not say. There is nothing to worry about. This is an old neighborhood. There are no gangs here and do not sell ...
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Amber reached for him, grabbing her hand. "I hope this is a good idea."
“Everything will be fine,” her husband replied.
“It's all my fault. If it were not for me, we would not have had to do that. ”
“Honey, it's all right. Everything will settle down over time. ”
"Is everything black here?"
“Well, I would not say. There is nothing to worry about. This is an old neighborhood. There are no gangs here and do not sell ...
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At night I could not fall asleep for a long time, the vision of Svetlana and Stepanych fucking her flashed through my mind, driving away sleep, arousing my flesh, but of course the main thought did not give rest, tomorrow the man after Nikolay and I will leave for work to stay with Svetlana as they say aunt Tet, and I was sure he would try to consolidate his success and fuck Svetlana again, and maybe more than once, remembering his phrase about three sticks, I thought.
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On that memorable day for Lena, she woke up, smiled at the memory of Kolya. For about four years she did not remember her idol, she stopped dreaming of his tender lips, with funny jokes. Lena remembered how he walked her, fifth-grader to the house, as he told about his dreams of becoming an engineer or an agronomist. Such conversations spurred her and pay more attention to education.
I remembered the first kiss at fourteen. She smacked Kohl on the cheek for the collection of herbarium ...
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I remembered the first kiss at fourteen. She smacked Kohl on the cheek for the collection of herbarium ...
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Four men sat at a plastic table, in the center stood a large tray with half-eaten kebabs, in the remaining space — store salads and disposable cups — the habit of student youth. Bottles of beer and vodka and sparkling water perched on the grass.
One of the four - Sergey, talked sluggishly on his cell phone, Natasha’s wife stayed at home, a three-year-old son with her. Sergey was the only married man present. After talking and from ...
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One of the four - Sergey, talked sluggishly on his cell phone, Natasha’s wife stayed at home, a three-year-old son with her. Sergey was the only married man present. After talking and from ...
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South Airport met terrifying stuffy. Morning, and the temperature is already thirty, and not a breeze. George immediately faded. Two weeks in this setting! Yes, it will boil like a hard-boiled egg during this time! No sea will help. Sighing heavily, turned to his wife ...
- Well, let's go ...
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- Well, let's go ...
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Jenny Summers lay on her back, listening to the howl of the wind outside and the sound of rain on the roof. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Her husband stopped snoring a minute ago, and she knew what was coming next. Harold turned on his side, and leaned on her hand, squeezing one of her huge breasts. Jenny sighed: "Not now, Harold, I worry about Kitty."
Harold's hand moved to the other breast, and he kissed his wife's neck. “She's fine, honey. Kitty with Todd. He will take care of her. ” Harold squeezed his wife's long nipple, and he hardened between his fingers. “Come on, honey, please?”
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Harold's hand moved to the other breast, and he kissed his wife's neck. “She's fine, honey. Kitty with Todd. He will take care of her. ” Harold squeezed his wife's long nipple, and he hardened between his fingers. “Come on, honey, please?”
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