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Today, Ivan Nikolaevich and his family returned home. His faithful friend made sure that their home met them with warmth and love. I cleaned everything here, cleaned it up, tinted it up, where it’s necessary, it seems, even replaced some furniture. The chairs are new ... Same, only new. Ivan did not even understand it right away. Just when I sat down on one of them, I remembered that his chairs were slightly unsteady and gave out a barely audible creak, but this is nothing - holds tight. The curtains were different too, although the same color ...
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In the stuffy concert hall, like marijuana smoke, the first beats of blissful, somewhat ragged "electrified" southern blues blurred. Three guitars - bass, rhythm and solo - with a soft but precise support of the drums were sparingly meagerly, but they consistently deduced the same rhythm, creating a feeling of incredible density of sound enveloping listeners and musicians, uniting them into one whole. What other San Francisco groups tried to achieve with light shows, free distribution of LSD and long guitar improvisations - unity, these newcomers who looked like Texas provincials, imperceptibly for everyone, achieved with the help of the usual three-chord blues, which did not act on the brain, eyes and hearing , but on the soul and feelings.
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- Nancy! Ne en!
Door opened:
- Oh, Sally! Hi, honey.
- Hello. Listen, sit with my baby tonight?
- Yes, no problem, of course. And what happened? Date?
Sally waved her hand.
- Not at all! Girlfriends in "Whiskey" are invited. They say there will be some kind of band there today. The vocalist is just dead. Beauty-a-vchi-and-k! - She dreamily rolled her eyes.
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Door opened:
- Oh, Sally! Hi, honey.
- Hello. Listen, sit with my baby tonight?
- Yes, no problem, of course. And what happened? Date?
Sally waved her hand.
- Not at all! Girlfriends in "Whiskey" are invited. They say there will be some kind of band there today. The vocalist is just dead. Beauty-a-vchi-and-k! - She dreamily rolled her eyes.
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The next morning I was sure that Marina would sleep at least until lunch. The benefit of the previous day turned out to be troublesome, and she also sat behind the laptop until late. However, the girl crawled out from under the blanket right behind me and sat down next to me while I was brushing my teeth.
In the bathroom there was a noticeable increase in various jars, boxes and tubes. Marina even dragged her toothbrush with bees on the handle.
With one hand, I hugged the girl by the waist, and with the other I brushed my teeth. It's quite unusual to do this together ...
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In the bathroom there was a noticeable increase in various jars, boxes and tubes. Marina even dragged her toothbrush with bees on the handle.
With one hand, I hugged the girl by the waist, and with the other I brushed my teeth. It's quite unusual to do this together ...
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A wagon with two prisoners, then rushing to the roots, potholes and other road joys, was shaking intensively along the forest road. The winding path, now and then threatening to completely overgrow trees, sometimes even striving to make travelers into an impassable swamp. But two strong horses, in spite of everything, stubbornly dragged the cart through a thick thicket of forest. A pair of strong men, a girl and a disgruntled dwarf headed a modest convoy of the “small ship”. Conversations have long been tired of the whole company and the group ...
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Misha knocked and, without waiting for an answer, entered the classroom. There, in complete solitude, he poured over his cool notebooks. - caused, Maria Andreevna?
She turned her head to him and carefully looked over his glasses. For some reason, goose bumps ran through this look over the young man’s body. - Come in, Smirnov.
The teacher turned to him in the chair. The apprentice mechanically glanced at her legs in skinny-colored thin pantyhose, which the narrow skirt did not cover even to the knees. Turning ...
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She turned her head to him and carefully looked over his glasses. For some reason, goose bumps ran through this look over the young man’s body. - Come in, Smirnov.
The teacher turned to him in the chair. The apprentice mechanically glanced at her legs in skinny-colored thin pantyhose, which the narrow skirt did not cover even to the knees. Turning ...
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The anacamera's door slowly rose, the lights flashing over my head went out, the annoying beeping subsided. I stretched, yawned, then sat down with a jerk. The side wall of the chamber gradually lowered. “Good morning, Lieutenant,” came the pleasant female voice right in my head.
I cursed, abruptly pulled the headphones from my ears and put my feet on the floor. Immediately turned on the delicate lights and from the speaker under the ceiling poured a quiet tune ...
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I cursed, abruptly pulled the headphones from my ears and put my feet on the floor. Immediately turned on the delicate lights and from the speaker under the ceiling poured a quiet tune ...
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All my troubles are due to the fact that I am a blonde with blue eyes. About such fun to read in books, but the reality often turns everything inside out. Especially if the blonde lives in a small town and there is nowhere to hide.
I urgently needed a mink, and preferably at the greatest distance from the place ...
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I urgently needed a mink, and preferably at the greatest distance from the place ...
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Ivan really wanted to return to the family. But the wife was offended due to the fact that her husband left home, and therefore rested for a long time. Alexander even met with her and begged her to let her husband back. Rita at first did not want to listen. Like, you obboy pobye - rented an apartment and arrange Sabantui with prostitutes.
- Yes, with some prostitutes! - began to protect a friend Alexander. - You know that when you met Oleg Trokhimov in a restaurant ...
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- Yes, with some prostitutes! - began to protect a friend Alexander. - You know that when you met Oleg Trokhimov in a restaurant ...
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The story is not really quite erotic, but I was asked to put it on the reading court, which I do. The story continues to be written under the working title Tunguska. Although Tunguska also has a very remote relationship. Those readers who are waiting for wild orgies and unrestrained sex are not here. Although I added a story with inserts of erotic content so that it would not be a shame to post it on sexitails. But once again, the idea is far from erotic, although gender issues and gender reassignment ...
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