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Hello! Having written off with readers, they asked me to tell about a case when a woman surrenders without any long meetings and preludes. Here is my story:
Nadezhda Vasilyevna, one of the few women, for my many years of practice, which gave herself on the very first evening. When you do a lot for a long time and do what you love, sometimes unique events happen.
With Nadezhda, I met in the same place - in the theater. I will not describe the scene of acquaintance, since the scenarios are about the same for me. She is...
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Nadezhda Vasilyevna, one of the few women, for my many years of practice, which gave herself on the very first evening. When you do a lot for a long time and do what you love, sometimes unique events happen.
With Nadezhda, I met in the same place - in the theater. I will not describe the scene of acquaintance, since the scenarios are about the same for me. She is...
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Inna Andreevna. She married while still a student. She and her husband were considered the most beautiful couple of the whole institute. Bore a child, fed him. By this time, her husband had grown fat and lazy. In addition, he had not been too energetic and businesslike before, and now he has become a mattress, almost ruining the advertising firm that the newlyweds received as a wedding gift from his parents. Then Inna Andreevna decided to take matters into her own hands. She proved to be a tough uncompromising boss who ...
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Went through, some days, some events of bygone days. Recalled a curious story. Decided to share. Maybe you, dear reader, it will be interesting.
We then had 18. All gathered in his native town, in parental homes. They arranged, as usual, to meet last year’s graduates. The feast took place in the only decent institution of our quiet town. We drank, ate. We danced and shared our impressions experienced during the first year of study in universities. Not all did, of course ...
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We then had 18. All gathered in his native town, in parental homes. They arranged, as usual, to meet last year’s graduates. The feast took place in the only decent institution of our quiet town. We drank, ate. We danced and shared our impressions experienced during the first year of study in universities. Not all did, of course ...
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The nuns Verona and Agnes spun in front of each other. They pulled up their cassocks and, giggling, looked at what was opening before innocent, in general, views. Young girls did not consider it a sin - just think, their slender legs are tightened in thin black stockings and shod in high-heeled shoes; Well, think, they are now very unequivocal panties. On one - the same transparent as stockings, do not hide the appetizing slits between the buttocks, and dimly outlining the folds at the bottom ...
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Morning. Fog. Zagorodnoye highway, where my wife and I are returning from the cottage, where she was visiting her friend.
“Why did you come to me this early in the morning?” Did you miss that?
- You miss you ... then there will be traffic jams, so I arrived ...
- It is clear that she was sad, the wife said, apparently she was waiting for another answer from me and after a couple of minutes of silence she again began to set me up for a conversation
- And I thought, I was jealous, so I pinned up so early ...
- Here's another! I'm not jealous. And who needs you in this hole?
- Not...
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“Why did you come to me this early in the morning?” Did you miss that?
- You miss you ... then there will be traffic jams, so I arrived ...
- It is clear that she was sad, the wife said, apparently she was waiting for another answer from me and after a couple of minutes of silence she again began to set me up for a conversation
- And I thought, I was jealous, so I pinned up so early ...
- Here's another! I'm not jealous. And who needs you in this hole?
- Not...
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The massage began with the feet and gradually moved higher, and the cape also shifted. The masseur periodically asked me something, then my wife was constantly smiling, I was in no way responded with difficulty coping with the frequent heartbeat. And now Baikal removed the cape on the lower back and began to ohazhivat luxury almost not tanned thighs of my wife. Dark hairy hands slid on the inner side of the thigh, then almost touching the perineum went to her buttock and went back outside and vice versa. My dick stood like a stone ...
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She passes by and I can feel the air melting. Evaporates, disappears, and I seem to have nothing to breathe. I stand, boy, what hundreds in our school, and I know that I do not have the strength to turn her gaze. Look at me. I hesitate to claim it. Marina always looks ahead - confidently and purposefully. The spring wind accelerated on the school playground and brought her scent to me. Soft, fragrant, the creation of perfume and clean maiden skin, he tickles my nostrils and ...
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“Yeah. The flower garden is still one, ”thought Petr Petrovich, making his way to the class through the barrier of half-naked girl bodies.
Formally, everything was decent (well, or almost): bare legs, hands, tops of boobs and nothing more, especially with a discount on the roasting that stood all August and did not want to fall in September.
But, as you know, the more formal the decencies, the more difficult it is to comply with them. "Well no. Burned more than once. I now on this chaff not check ... Lord! And what is this? ”
At the door of his class was ...
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Formally, everything was decent (well, or almost): bare legs, hands, tops of boobs and nothing more, especially with a discount on the roasting that stood all August and did not want to fall in September.
But, as you know, the more formal the decencies, the more difficult it is to comply with them. "Well no. Burned more than once. I now on this chaff not check ... Lord! And what is this? ”
At the door of his class was ...
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She was the most blonde blonde he had ever seen. Her hair was not even flaxen, but moonlight - their color was mixed from some elusive alloy of gold, silver and platinum. Even peroxide clarification did not give such shimmering silverness, which nature and the sun, the cruel southern sun, which had completely burned out her hair, gave her. It was a natural color, never touched by paint. Someone, and Lipatov understood such things. He saw it in the roots, in the whiteness of the eyebrows and eyelashes, and in the freckles, and in the eyes — aquamarine and transparent — like shallows under Fiolent. Such whiteheads are found only in villages and in the provinces, where ancient genes are still strong and have absorbed the millennial sun of the steppes. At dusk, she seemed to be gray, and it was strange to look at a half-child figure with a white cloud-like head.
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On an early autumn morning, Lily woke up with a firm conviction: today or never! She had too little time left to give herself the opportunity to swing. The weekend began and her beloved husband, Igor, was supposed to return from a business trip from day to day. This absurd bet, which they made before his departure, somehow faded into the background and was gradually forgotten until her husband reminded him of their last telephone conversation. - How are you there, Lily ...
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