This was the infusion of childhood
I grew up in this, and grew up, and, behold,
I am standing. Where is the house next door?
Where is the alley, and where is the turn?

The nights were deaf and dark
Dawns were, and herbs in the dew,
There were stuffy nights, languid
Yes, with a ringing bar on the spit

I remember you more and more often
My childhood, and summer, and the pond,
There is fishing, I collect mushrooms,
It rains there

Where in the winter in the snowdrifts village
Buried in smoke from pipes
Where, hiding under the maple from the shower
I kissed the shy lips

This was the infusion of childhood
I grew up in this, and grew up, and, behold,
I am standing. Where is the house next door?
Lane and the one turn?

I poked in your mouth - Kiss!

I lay down on the stomach and in the ass
He stuck his fat cock
And dirty with shit prick
Poking her in my mouth - Kiss!

I licked a prick with shit
Like fat clay in the mouth
He put his tongue in my ass
Clamping the cunt

I caressed her lips with my lips
I licked my pussy wet
I was gentle and I was rude
And you turned me on!