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I was 21 years old, I graduated from college and got a job as secretary, in a not bad company. I went through the year, I worked and in a way my boss was pleased with me. But once I mistakenly sent a large batch of goods to the wrong address and it all started with this, they wanted to fire me. Lesion...
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Until that occasion, I was quite a happy and cheerful woman. I had everything: a husband, two children and a decent payment for my work. I was a realtor and received orders in a prestigious area, where apartments were at a high price. Usually, I received five to ten percent of the transaction, which was usually fifty to one hundred thousand, and sometimes more. Due to my quite attractive appearance and the gift of persuasion, I easily persuaded a potential client to buy this or that apartment. I used to sell from ...
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Recently, one forum came across the topic "Relations with the former." Someone desire turned into friendship, and remained smooth, friendly relations. Someone decisively delimited with the past, such as "Maxim died, and fuck him." Someone told how his ex-girlfriend, being drunk, calls him and throws out a hail of reproaches and stinging mockery. Someone dawned on the bright idea of putting in “revenge scenes” in retaliation on u-tube. Hmmm, [s] whoever doesn’t fuck, [/ s] which only happens in life ...
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Since that beautiful July, when I managed to fuck Dasha as much as two times, two months passed. We studied at the same university, but in different faculties. I saw her between the couples, walked with her after class.
When it was the end of September, I, as usual, walked in the park. In the courtyard there was a golden autumn in the best sense of the word. Everything was covered with leaves of various scales: from gold to burgundy shades. The warm gentle sun warmed the earth.
Dasha was walking next to me. She was...
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When it was the end of September, I, as usual, walked in the park. In the courtyard there was a golden autumn in the best sense of the word. Everything was covered with leaves of various scales: from gold to burgundy shades. The warm gentle sun warmed the earth.
Dasha was walking next to me. She was...
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Good day, reader / reader! What you read further is a fragment of real correspondence. Virtual sex is beautiful and exciting.
SHE IS:
Warm spring, probably April. We spend time in a large company of friends or just good friends. Perhaps it's someone's birthday. And none of those present knows that there is something between us.
We communicate, have fun, flirt with guys and girls, try to pretend that they are not interesting to each other. And only occasionally, I ...
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SHE IS:
Warm spring, probably April. We spend time in a large company of friends or just good friends. Perhaps it's someone's birthday. And none of those present knows that there is something between us.
We communicate, have fun, flirt with guys and girls, try to pretend that they are not interesting to each other. And only occasionally, I ...
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Stunning verses and emotions poems! No wonder - the winner of six Stalin Prizes! Okay! Half past five. I got up before everyone else, it really broke me this morning on June 22. Dawn. The scarlet solar disk appears on the horizon, rises slowly and stately, as if swimming in the sea. Know the weather will be sunny, without a cloud in the sky. That's all right. Clear weather is good.Now it is almost calm, a weak breeze is not even able to raise swell on the water surface of a nearby lake. Silence.
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