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The doctor, not looking at Alexandra, wrote something down on the map, nodded his head, saying occasionally: “Yeah ...”, and, it seems, did not even listen to her. Alexandra decided to go to the clinic, feeling unwell. Suddenly get a newsletter? A day of rest, rest, and then, if it becomes better, instead of working to do household chores or just walk around the city. There are holidays in the courtyard, and here - work, work ... - Did you do a pregnancy test? - looking up from the scribbling, the doctor moved his forehead ...
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Three girls under the window ... were in line to the gynecologist. One was about thirty years old, the other was about college age, and the third was quite a pigalitsa. - Zalet? - asked the eldest to the youngest.
She nodded. - It is necessary to be protected, - izrekla average. “They were protected ...” the younger one lowered her gaze with a sigh. - How in a joke? - smiled eldest. - In which? - interested in the average. - Baba-Chukchi comes to the doctor:
“Oh,” he says, “I'm sick ...
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She nodded. - It is necessary to be protected, - izrekla average. “They were protected ...” the younger one lowered her gaze with a sigh. - How in a joke? - smiled eldest. - In which? - interested in the average. - Baba-Chukchi comes to the doctor:
“Oh,” he says, “I'm sick ...
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In 1990, I applied for registration of the title Master of Sports of the USSR in tourism. I had all the necessary references. I was a participant in all categories of difficulty, from first to sixth and a leader from one to five. In addition, our group ranked second in the USSR Championship. However, it suddenly turned out that I didn’t have enough guidance ... on a weekend trip.
I shared my problem with my sister, she taught physical education in a financial college.
- Do not worry, -...
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I shared my problem with my sister, she taught physical education in a financial college.
- Do not worry, -...
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Angular shoulders, a mop of unruly hair the color of ripe straw, freckles, an upturned nose, fashionable jeans with knockbacks on the legs, playful, if not to say defiant, shine of gray eyes. At first glance one could think that this was a mischievous boy, a sort of Marktven Gek Finn. Only a small bulge under a striped T-shirt said that it was a girl. I bet she has unwashed ears and dirt under her nails. She had a travel bag over her shoulder, and in her hand ...
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I pushed faster and faster, lifting myself up on my outstretched arms and moving my pelvis with a flourish. My wife Lyuska, having stretched hands and legs, lay on a back, having closed eyes and almost not moving. She only moaned slightly in time with my movements. Her chest, spreading out on both sides of her body, swayed synchronously with my frictions like a poorly stiff jelly. In the same way, her rather plump belly was swaying.
Lyuska and I have been married for fifteen years. Over the years from a thin girl (for which I loved her) ...
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Lyuska and I have been married for fifteen years. Over the years from a thin girl (for which I loved her) ...
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In the USSR, there was no sex. Maybe. But somehow, Soviet citizens managed to appear not the light. Most likely, sex was. But not for everyone. For me, at least, it definitely did not exist. By the 23rd year, I still had no intimacy with a woman. The girls did not see me as a sexual partner and it is not clear why. I was quite successful in growth, not skinny, not fat, and on my face like nothing. Obviously because I was a little shy and did not know what to talk to girls about. In short, time passed, and I ...
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This story happened in my distant youth.How old I was, I will not say, I will only say that I was then still a young beard. My father and I went to visit his relatives in some tmutarakan. We drove for three days on the train, got off at a small station. The chairman of the collective farm in which my father's relatives lived, sent his GAZ-69 with a chauffeur to meet us.
The road went through the forest. The driver Uncle Fedya confidently drove the car through the mud and potholes, trying not to move into a rut full of timber trucks. The motor was buzzing, and ...
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The road went through the forest. The driver Uncle Fedya confidently drove the car through the mud and potholes, trying not to move into a rut full of timber trucks. The motor was buzzing, and ...
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Once for several months I was out of work. I could not get a job by profession, and the accumulated funds were coming to an end. And so it was no longer up to fat, I was ready to go by anyone, even as a janitor, even as an agitator. And then my friend Vitek called and said that their company needed to drive to the Gazelle - to deliver the goods point by point. Vitek himself worked as a driver forwarder in this company. Salary suited me in principle, well, I decided, I will interrupt until I find ...
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