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I come back from training, tired and satisfied. The body feels pleasantly tired in the soul, a feeling of accomplishment. Training in the summer is especially pleasant, because there is an opportunity to run and breathe the pleasant aroma of the forest, swim in the clean and cool water of the lake and admire the beautiful forms of the fair sex that are overtaken at a distance. When you break with a stopwatch in your hand, measuring intervals of 500 meters distance, and it seems that the lungs will now break the sternum, then ...
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Since then, we have seen each day. She was desperately naive and talented, as sometimes happens in the middle of nowhere: she wrote poems that came across strong and hot lines, sang, painted clumsy, but terribly similar portraits. She spoke wildly, pereobachivaya inclinations and everything (to arrange things, and send to the sea, an awesome film, do not run after me, you want to pie, etc., etc.). We swam, and in the water she turned into a devil - a worthy sister of her brother Nero. She splashed, kicked, snorted, squealed, otduvalas and wheezed like a dog, and with her breasts, really huge for a schoolgirl (3rd or 4th size), the swimsuit always flew off. Vera shone with her nipples, pale from bathing, and I pretended not to notice anything.
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Prior to her departure to Moscow, Katya did not leave the house, afraid of being seen by someone from her acquaintances. She managed to otmazatsya from the aunt's questions about this, referring to poor health and blues. But the day before her departure, the aunt came home from work, and evil looking at her niece said: “So what? Did you like serving men? And I think, why is she here sitting there, like in prison, when there is sun on the street ?! And it turns out, she gave everything she wanted at the prom! ”Katya understood that she was gossiping ...
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Her name was Kisse. George met her on one of the countless islands of the Aegean Sea, where he rested savage.
The island was small, like a thimble, and all consisted of chalk cliffs, blindingly white as glaciers. They were drowning in a deep blue sea and the same sky. The sun was burning through the blue, and from the white fire that had been turned over into the sea and sky, dizzy.
Every dawn, George asked himself if he was going crazy, and every sunset looked at the sinking sun, sitting on the rocks, which were made red, to ...
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The island was small, like a thimble, and all consisted of chalk cliffs, blindingly white as glaciers. They were drowning in a deep blue sea and the same sky. The sun was burning through the blue, and from the white fire that had been turned over into the sea and sky, dizzy.
Every dawn, George asked himself if he was going crazy, and every sunset looked at the sinking sun, sitting on the rocks, which were made red, to ...
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Svetlana and Mikhail felt like heroes of a fantastic horror film. As they had planned, Mikhail came to his SUV in the evening and put it in the courtyard, hoping in the morning, together with Svetlana to leave the countryside. But in the morning, when they went out into the courtyard, with bags and packages, and started loading it all into Tayota, Mikhail saw that the soldiers in the yard were discussing something lively, looking at the sky. He looked there and saw the approaching transparent "balls". “Light, look!” He shouted and ...
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In one of my stories, I said that while studying at the university, I worked part time at a nightclub, as part of a dance team.This is a story about a story that happened to me at that time.
Dance groups rehearsed during the daytime, and in the evenings, when the dance hall is closed to the public. I started with small compositions and in the last row, but soon, my good physical training, external data and just innate ...
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Dance groups rehearsed during the daytime, and in the evenings, when the dance hall is closed to the public. I started with small compositions and in the last row, but soon, my good physical training, external data and just innate ...
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Ivan Yevgenich didn’t think of Dasha as a sexual object. Well, that is ... it is clear that not a single healthy man, looking at Dasha, a young, poured with pink juice, would think of her only as a “student Molokaeva,” but still this thought lived in a safe corner of his “me "Without attracting too much attention.
And from the fact that Ivan Evgenich invited her on a journey together, nothing has changed. He always did this by inviting both female students and students. Spring trekking in ...
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And from the fact that Ivan Evgenich invited her on a journey together, nothing has changed. He always did this by inviting both female students and students. Spring trekking in ...
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It was, it seems, somewhere near Gelendzhik. Or maybe under Tuapse. Or maybe ... well, it doesn't matter. And under Gelendzhik, and under Tuapse, and under other resorts there are small wild beaches, where it is convenient to wait out the excitement, if it caught you in the open sea.
Eugene L. and made. Had he been five years younger, he would have struggled with the waves, and now ... No, he was not afraid, of course. He just knew that he could beat them. Spending power on evidence of this indisputable fact had no ...
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Eugene L. and made. Had he been five years younger, he would have struggled with the waves, and now ... No, he was not afraid, of course. He just knew that he could beat them. Spending power on evidence of this indisputable fact had no ...
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A lighter clicked, a fire licked a cigarette, a sigh and smoke filled my lungs. There is a tough day behind us, a few statements and by the end of the day we leave our remarkable bukhars, who are in a small southern town a dime a dozen.
A quiet rustle near the bushes - a girl, several drives for petty theft and rowdy a couple of times, nothing serious.
“Why aren't you going home, it's too late, have you been released?”
A look from under eyebrows, a look of a hunted little animal, which in impotence can only ...
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A quiet rustle near the bushes - a girl, several drives for petty theft and rowdy a couple of times, nothing serious.
“Why aren't you going home, it's too late, have you been released?”
A look from under eyebrows, a look of a hunted little animal, which in impotence can only ...
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More than once, I have published the stories of girls about their erotic adventures told me in the mail and in social networks. Having given them a readable form a bit, having provided, in my opinion, with additional descriptive points, adding artistic processing, I invite the reader to listen to them. I will not indicate the name of the type, let her name be Irishka.
Irishka is a pretty pretty girl who entered the first year of the Academy of Finance and Economics, at the insistence ...
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Irishka is a pretty pretty girl who entered the first year of the Academy of Finance and Economics, at the insistence ...
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