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After Zuev left with the beautiful Lily, two years passed. Time, as people say, flies fast. Lack of communication with Zuev led to his complete oblivion. Of course, Ed and Alice were often asked about him, it happened that the poor sexist Lilka caught sight of her, and having arranged her son at the Nakhimov School, she again began to live by the principle: “Hey! And we will drink and we will walk, and death will come - we will die. One live! ” what became her life credo. Men from the organs of a certain power, everything ...
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Finally managed to escape from the city to the village. It is very good, very fresh and the air is clean. Of course, in the heat it is better to splash in the river, which the heroes of this story did.
But let me introduce them first.
Natalie is a passionate girl of 17 years old, with firm breasts ...
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But let me introduce them first.
Natalie is a passionate girl of 17 years old, with firm breasts ...
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I remember a wonderful moment
Before me was you ...
And I forgot your voice is gentle,
Your heavenly features ...
A.S. Pushkin
Pushkin is a genius.
He saw, admired, glorified and ... forgot.
Me not...
He who says that there is no God is deeply mistaken! Christian synonym for God is Love. If a...
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Before me was you ...
And I forgot your voice is gentle,
Your heavenly features ...
A.S. Pushkin
Pushkin is a genius.
He saw, admired, glorified and ... forgot.
Me not...
He who says that there is no God is deeply mistaken! Christian synonym for God is Love. If a...
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With you we met again,
The night outside is dark.
I'm my love again
I will pour all over you.
This night is like everything
But every time, as the first.
Even the echo of these topics
Our nerves are straining.
As if the Grail - to see the flesh
Each other without clothes.
This instant all year round
Feed on hope.
Tender lips kisses
Everything burns the body.
If only the joy of those minutes
For an instant not flown by.
With you we met again,
The night outside is dark.
I'm my love again
I will pour all over you.
The sofa creaks,
Break through ...
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The night outside is dark.
I'm my love again
I will pour all over you.
This night is like everything
But every time, as the first.
Even the echo of these topics
Our nerves are straining.
As if the Grail - to see the flesh
Each other without clothes.
This instant all year round
Feed on hope.
Tender lips kisses
Everything burns the body.
If only the joy of those minutes
For an instant not flown by.
With you we met again,
The night outside is dark.
I'm my love again
I will pour all over you.
The sofa creaks,
Break through ...
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England, 19th century.
Wide deserted street, gray sky. I go to work. I pass by the houses that are locked and see that the doors of the largest mansion are wide open. I went inside, twilight reigns there and I understand that in addition to the butler and the child (the girl I have to nurse), the house ...
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Wide deserted street, gray sky. I go to work. I pass by the houses that are locked and see that the doors of the largest mansion are wide open. I went inside, twilight reigns there and I understand that in addition to the butler and the child (the girl I have to nurse), the house ...
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Friday - the day "H". And to "H" need to prepare. Lidka was late the next day, but she got a dress — with a cut on the back and a cut on the side. She was the queen in this dress. Only here, if these open parts are combined, then it turns out that this dress is just a piece of fabric, in which the woman is wrapped. Designers? Is it really that cool?
Of course, new stockings and panties were bought, resembling more a small clump of transparent gauze embroidered with flowers on ...
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Of course, new stockings and panties were bought, resembling more a small clump of transparent gauze embroidered with flowers on ...
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Once I met my old friend. We were not friends. Just studied in the same higher naval school. Having finished it, our paths diverged. Like my hero, Lieutenant Zuev, I got into the Pacific Fleet, which at that long time only got to its feet in the late fifties, and my friend served on the boats of the Northern Fleet. We sat in one of the Sevastopol cozy cafes, remembered our teenage years, weaved about ...
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