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It was a cold autumn. She came on Saturday morning, it was somewhere around 10. I still had a seventh dream when I was woken by a doorbell. Dick stood, raising panties rather big knoll. I knew it was her. Opened the door. She wore a raincoat above her knees, black pantyhose and boots. Short stature, thin, black-haired, dark, pretty, with a big mouth. I opened the door completely, launching it into the apartment. As I closed the door, she began to unbutton her cloak. Turning around, I saw that under the cloak is very ...
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