this terrible affinity. Agnes, my girl, the closest creature in the world ...

These crazy caresses were like a shock: they lasted only a minute or less - and turned my soul around forever. Agnes howled, twisting in an arc, and I licked her, crushed her guts with a dick, planted it all the way, exploded, poured her inside with liquid fire ...

Then I slid down and began to kiss her pussy. Agnes laughed and moaned with pleasure; she was well, she was blissful, everything was blooming and poured there, swelling - and finally spreading over all her cells, ejecting a new sweet cry from her.

Finishing off, she exhaled.

- How good! ... Come to me!

Her voice came down a full octave down. I wiped my face, smeared with her juices and my sperm, stood up - and she, happy, well fed, literally jumped around my neck, threw her arms and legs like a monkey, pressed her whole body - and kisses me childishly, parrot, and laughs poured straight! I pulled this rosy, squealing miracle to me - and the two of us collapsed on the bed.

She cuddled up to me, and kissed me, and squealed with delight, and buried in me - and told, told! Its like a burst. She spoke some dialect, but I understood her well. I listened and thought: well, everything is gone, Peter Dementiev, Ph.D. in history, junior lieutenant, secret agent of the Link of Times, got burned with giblets ...

She told me:

“I knew I would meet you here.” You always helped me, I know. I recognized you. I saw you in a dream, often-often. You saved me when I fell into the well, remember? And now we met. I'm so glad I died! God saved me from the pain, I did not feel anything, not a bit! I am so glad that God returned the body to me! What a miracle! How nice! I have never been so good! How okay! - and she clung to me, kissed me where she had time, and whispered: - Do you remember, pater said that angels are not men or women, but I did not believe? I knew you were, my guardian angel!

That's who she brought me to! Tree sticks...

- ... So here they do it too? And I knew! I felt! With you, it's so good, so good! With earthly men terrible, disgusting, and with you - so good! You know that I am not guilty - they forcibly did it to me? You know, yes? I didn’t want, I didn’t want anything, because of this, everything happened. They wanted to give me to the bishop, but I did not want to. And when they brought me in, I did not let him, and spat in his eyes, and hit him, and bit him! And he said that I would regret that I would die like a dog, that the jailers would wipe their feet about me ... And I said: let it be! And then it all started. You know I'm not a witch? I worship God, and I love you with all my soul. I do not regret that I died: I have never been so good ... And shall we always be naked? We will never dress up? Yes? Not a bit ashamed of me, because God has forgiven my sins, right? And I'm now like Eve, right? I know this story, pater told me. And here you can ... or should we endure?

I did not know this word, but I understood what it means. It is time, then, to acquaint her with a paradise toilet ...

- Can. But for this there is a special place. Come, I will show you. Do not be ashamed of me.

- I'm not ashamed, my dear, my beloved guardian angel ...

She got up. I have long ached in my throat, but now ... Her hair dried out and flowed with gentle, airy gold, going down all over her back to her priests, and below - to her very legs. Slim, pink, childish, happy ... That's what Lorelei must have been ...

A lump in my throat swelled, and I suddenly pulled the girl Agnes to me, buried in her soft belly.

***

While she masters the toilet, I will try to collect my thoughts.

That I am in trouble, and I am in trouble decently, I just have a terrific impact, this is understandable.

Another thing is clearer: I have never been so happy. This is the most understandable. And the most important thing. Agnes ...

Now - incomprehensible.What to do? How to be with her? What should she say, how to tell her the truth? And is it necessary? And our century is much more like hell than heaven ... How to hide it from the Link of Times? I can not part with it, it is clear.

And this bishop still regrets that he was born into the world. Word of honor ... Well, the guardian angel, brewed all this mess - now rashlebyvay!

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To be continued...

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