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My uncle of the most honest rules

In the story he left a trace

And he was glorified throughout Russia,

I tell you about it.

His estate was located

In a secluded, quiet corner

Where the brook water zaurchilas,

Giving life to a big river.

Russia is a marvelous nature

Which he admired,

It was common for the people

Living in the manor tom.

So life ran fast,

And now sixteen, in Pokrov,

My uncle is celebrating. Road,

Leads guests from farms.

There were a lot of friends

All were hurrying to the ball.

And uncle under the holy icon

He knelt and whispered.

Suddenly the doors quietly opened,

And he saw before him

That chest, which so sought,

Touch since childhood he hand!

Before him, all in white and blue

It was the daughter of Stepan’s father.

She was a little drunk,

But it is not about that!

Slamming the door behind him,

The bolt slid her hand.

And turning to Uncle Vova,

She nodded quietly.

He turned away trembling,

(What a tender soul!)

Everything was spinning in his brain:

What, where, why and why ?!

And how it all happened,

What did Tanechka come to him?!?

And turning for the question:

< Зачем пришла ты, мол, ко мне? >

So remained voiceless

Stand with your mouth open doubly.

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Do not be surprised, friend reader.

I am also a sweet dreamer.

But time you do not rush,

And listen quietly wait.

I will deviate from our theme,

And I will tell about the Tannin genus.

Who knew honest people

As a kind of ministers of the cross.

Tanya's father is famous.

As soon as the bell rings,

In his sacred abode

A crowd of people come running:

Bab, young and problyady.

And quietly entering the monastery,

They sit in a row on the benches all.

Father Stepan, the producer,

Smile hides in his beard.

Sprout small from age

There was he, but strength was not in his legs.

A huge dick gave nature

Such that got confused in trousers!

And the parishioners knew for sure

What a sin to go to him to them at night.

And in the simplicity of an innocent soul,

They shared their half.

Behind the altar, signami,

Others Stepan fought even cancer!

And confession having accepted it

He said: <Go in peace!

On tuesday again, my child,

I'll give you an elixir! >

Tanya lived well inconsolable,

At sixteen, still sinless!

After all, she had no partner

Revelers guy hoe,

And even better if the choir!

(Her cherished dream)

And if sadness sharpened her,

She took a shovel in hand

And neatly wound up

In pussy, in ecstasy, sweet flour.

Sometimes morning comes,

Tania opens her mouth

And, baring his teeth, so yawns,

What a nose wall hurts.

He gets out of bed barely, barely

(How badly your feet are gouging!)

And scratching them in one place,

Until estrus began.

Goes to the mirror sleepily,

Takes the breast of himself playfully,

And holding it between her legs,

Pushes in pussy, nipple hitting.

But never entering ecstasy,

Allows the menstruation in the copper basin.

Going to the stable in silence

Where the horse hoof ground tramples.

Zalazit silently under the horse,

For a member of his hand taking.

And a horse with a span of her time:

(And - tears rolled from eyes !!!)

But this did not last long

Once Tanya was fucked.

I caught her konyag so

In a lot of manure having flown away,

She could not climb either.

And after the incident of this,

I was looking for Tanya of another

Himself on the stick of the groom,

To know him

All the taste of sin.

It used to be all trembling,

From the thirst of a dear friend,

But they have no other guy

On the farm, but he is silent.

Silent and jerking, on the sly

Her tomiv, ruining herself.

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And my uncle is a brave guy,

And master golden hands!

He jerks off his left, jerks off his right,

But not with desire, but with boredom.

In the closet, under a stack of notebooks,

He secretly hides his book.

About sexual, extramarital relations,

And about the love of animals, whores.

Animal house full of them:

Dogs, chickens, sheep, cats.

Their little joke fucked a little bit,

But not neighbors, and their own!

Used to catch a chicken

And fuck silently dressed.

She wriggles, yells,

And he fucks her, fuck!

Her fluff is already flying in pieces

And the chicken screams jerky

(Under the beat of the movements of his penis)

She climbs out of ass,

But he does not release it.

And that, the death throat having published,

Diarrhea uncle slightly curled,

So dying without everything

All are not accepting his love

And day by day livestock,

Takes from Uncle Vova in the mouth.

Mistress Vovochku scolds,

Why animals he offends?

It’s easier to fuck her son

Than to torture the poor cattle.

And so once, quietly into the night,

She ran to Stepan.

And asked that daughter

Fuck Vovka gave her.

(And Tanka dreamed of that!)

Agreed, a birthday

She will come to his estate,

And solve all their doubts.

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So, I will continue my story

We are again in the familiar room.

Here is the uncle, under the holy icon,

Lay on the floor, under the mattress.

He lies in a businesslike position

And as if slain with grief,

Folded ruchenka navel

(And it was better not to invent)

And Tanya was sitting nearby

And greedy, full of caress eyes,

I looked at his device

(Hanging sluggish so far)

But suddenly she startled and blushed,

And, standing up on all fours, crawled up to him,

And gently hand over the head took.

Frowned, grunted, spitting into the passage,

Mouth opened slightly, eagerly thrust into her mouth.

The head is swollen and stuck in the glands,

And Tanya often and nervously hiccups.

< Как быть, промедление смерти подобно?!>

Tanya thought unconsciously viciously.

Or maybe grabbing him by the balls,

And then a spoon with a spoon to remove a spoon?

I decided to jerk by the balls, and now

Blood spurted out

He broke her mouth.

And he himself fell in blood on his knees,

And like a snake, writhing shivering.

She was silent, and he was silent.

She did not scream, and he did not scream!

And in the morning a servant found them,

Both dead. From sin

He ran off to Father Stepan,

And he told everything without cheating.

That his daughter, in a terrible smile

Lies with a prick in his mouth,

And next, in a pose so uzhastnoy

My uncle lay sweaty.

And so the scandal does not raise,

And the press does not involve them,

They were secretly buried at night,

Just powdered, washed.

And since then, as long as now

(I heard the attendants talk)

Only the full moon

Rises in the sky as one

Leaves shadow from the grave

And they say so protractedly: <Darling! >

And hands pulls and floats.

And if you find someone,

On that road at night time,

Grabbing will carry off behind him,

In his grave, say people.

Maybe true, can lie,

I don't know, God is with them.

(They have long been in the grave)

And I will finish my story,

I will not torture you more.