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Damn me for my initiative. Here's a trick to ask the department to send me to practice in May! And everything would be fine, but I am a future school teacher, and this means that I had to replace and replace other teachers who are not particularly favored by young and attractive girls who will claim their places in a few years. It is worth noting more and teenagers, clearly suffering from spermotaksikoza. And the question is not in their attention, though it’s obviously very vulgar, but that ...
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My name is Vadim, I am 22 years old, I finish the 5th course no matter which institution.
I have a classmate, Nastya, a year older than me. She has long been, from the very first course, been the object of my unfulfilled sexual fantasies and nocturnal masturbations, and she has been married for a year already ...
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I have a classmate, Nastya, a year older than me. She has long been, from the very first course, been the object of my unfulfilled sexual fantasies and nocturnal masturbations, and she has been married for a year already ...
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After a hard day's work, I sat down in my favorite chair and wrapped myself in a blanket. The apartment was warm, but I wanted a simple comfort. Turned on some TV series and enjoyed a hot coffee. The plot of the film was very tedious, but it has already become a habit to watch it. The fate of the main character was very similar to mine. And I remembered one moment of my life when I completely lost my head ...
Vitya took me from the university and offered me a ride out of town. I sat in the front seat of his car and listened to music ...
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Vitya took me from the university and offered me a ride out of town. I sat in the front seat of his car and listened to music ...
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Strong southern sun. Trolley bus Seats are not. She habitually scratches my wrist with her nails and cheekily looks at me with her joyous green eyes. Waiting for the inevitable reaction from me. Easily holds horizontally with a fingernail on my denim shorts. On the face is a condescending smile, like that of a trainer in front of a predator, saying where are you going? The provocations continue.
He begins to crawl slowly with his index finger across the palm of my hand, and achieves that the finger is “arrested” ...
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He begins to crawl slowly with his index finger across the palm of my hand, and achieves that the finger is “arrested” ...
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Long did not dare to write a story. But once again, having seen on TV this respectable lady who does not want to grow old, who now occupies a transcendental position, still could not resist the temptation to plunge into the memories of days gone by. Of course, I will not reveal the name of this woman under any of the worst torture.
So, the heyday of soviet stagnation. I just finished the first course of the institute. And one must happen, immediately after the session fell ill. And when oklemalsya, all mine ...
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So, the heyday of soviet stagnation. I just finished the first course of the institute. And one must happen, immediately after the session fell ill. And when oklemalsya, all mine ...
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By four in the morning only three could stand: Andrei, Kostya and Slava, who practically did not drink. The remaining six people lay like corpses, and the apartment looked like a place of some kind of battle. Lech fell asleep right under the rocking chair.Marina lounged in a double bed and between her ...
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Having spent the whole days of my student holidays at the computer, I felt very bored, I did not know what to do with myself. I thought up an occupation: I sat in one of the social networks, wandered through the pages of users and girls who were cute to me, gave marks, in the end some of them wrote to me, we met and talked.
I often forgot who gave marks, because there were dozens of girls a day, only a few wrote to me. In the evening a girl wrote to me:
- Hello! Thanks for grading! And we...
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I often forgot who gave marks, because there were dozens of girls a day, only a few wrote to me. In the evening a girl wrote to me:
- Hello! Thanks for grading! And we...
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