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I was preparing for my arrival. First things first - I missed you. I really missed you. I even managed to write a couple of candid stories as I missed, or, as I imagined, how “missed” she was, presenting more and more sexually and more expectantly. Describing in her stories all the more colorful and colorful in all the details of her expectations. Then she expects plumbing, then at the cottage alone in the bathhouse. In every detail, I imagined these amorous adventures and adventures and got me into the ...
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My name is Natalia, me and my partner. An employee of the Laboratory for the Study of Biological Changes in the Far Cosmos, by the will of fate sent to long-term residence on the Lunar Module. While we are stuck only at the intermediate station "Dalnyaya". The farthest is the furthest station in near-earth orbit, about 3/10 from the distance to the moon and serves as an intermediate platform for a trip to the moon. We still have to fly to the moon, but for now we are fulfilling ...
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We are the sixth pair in orbit. Specially selected for experiments. Nowhere is this ever talked about, but experiments have been and are continuing now. People are interested in everything. Interestingly device World. Interestingly space device. It is interesting to master it. Interesting his settlement. The earth is overflowing. 7 billion already passed. A little more and inhabit the forests of Siberia, then begin to live on their heads. Mankind has always dreamed of going beyond the earth. Humanity has always sought to do this. But we are not ...
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Sweets have no limits. Now I know.
For about twenty minutes, she "torments me."
Sweet flour. This is the borderline state, when the moment remains to the point of the explosion, it brings you back. What is this art, so keep you so much time on the edge. The brink. Sweet languor throughout the body. Barrel on end. In the chest, toli, burning, toli, sweet itching. Every touch raises you to the top of pleasure, but a second delaying deprives you of the opportunity to slip from the top. It's like on ...
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For about twenty minutes, she "torments me."
Sweet flour. This is the borderline state, when the moment remains to the point of the explosion, it brings you back. What is this art, so keep you so much time on the edge. The brink. Sweet languor throughout the body. Barrel on end. In the chest, toli, burning, toli, sweet itching. Every touch raises you to the top of pleasure, but a second delaying deprives you of the opportunity to slip from the top. It's like on ...
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This problem was a long time ago. Pipe in the kitchen required replacement. But somehow our hands did not reach it. And then I was left alone, my husband left for a couple of weeks on business, his daughter was sent to summer camp. I'm on vacation myself. My name is Nataha. It's rainy outside, you can't spend the whole day at the dacha, nothing to do. I decided to go about housework. She washed all the dishes, rubbed, stroked, walked with a cloth over the furniture. Upahala Fell as dead, in the evening, even the forces did not have enough with your loved one to jump ...
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June 27, 2015. Summer. Rostov - on-Don. I sit in a restaurant, have dinner.
They sat at the table in front. Couple. More precisely a couple and a child. A child of seven is a boy.
Dad. He sat back. Wide enough. But I could not close it. She, Mom, is about thirty-three. Blonde. A bit plump, but that fullness, which paints a man, especially a woman. A happy family. Youth Day. A park. Behind the wall-fence of the restaurant is a park. In the park there is a concert in honor of the day of youth. Enough noisy and fun. I...
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They sat at the table in front. Couple. More precisely a couple and a child. A child of seven is a boy.
Dad. He sat back. Wide enough. But I could not close it. She, Mom, is about thirty-three. Blonde. A bit plump, but that fullness, which paints a man, especially a woman. A happy family. Youth Day. A park. Behind the wall-fence of the restaurant is a park. In the park there is a concert in honor of the day of youth. Enough noisy and fun. I...
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Shoulder.
Morning succeeded.
I woke up from caresses.
I kissed my nipple and my dick who reared in the morning.In turn, the tongue of my lovely lush spouse then touched the bridle under the head of the penis, then the head was passionately swallowed, then my nipples were tickled with a sorted tongue. I started to wake up. It was damn nice. Pleasant doubly. We were filming odnushku for a time to neglect the night of another between travels and we all saved in the same room, my wife and daughter. I finished violently, but quietly. A baby slept in the room, and ...
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Morning succeeded.
I woke up from caresses.
I kissed my nipple and my dick who reared in the morning.In turn, the tongue of my lovely lush spouse then touched the bridle under the head of the penis, then the head was passionately swallowed, then my nipples were tickled with a sorted tongue. I started to wake up. It was damn nice. Pleasant doubly. We were filming odnushku for a time to neglect the night of another between travels and we all saved in the same room, my wife and daughter. I finished violently, but quietly. A baby slept in the room, and ...
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