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First of all, on the screen, I see myself leaving the room, then nothing happens for a minute. A click is heard - the entrance door closes behind me. I stare hard at the screen, my eyes are riveted on the front door. Opanki ... I see how Natalya pulls off her blanket, exposing her leg ... thigh ... ass ... Oil painting ... my beloved waiting ... Leg and half-pop peeking out from under the blanket, while from the clothes on my only absolutely transparent peignoir of gently light green color. A game...
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I walked slowly towards the station, and in my head there was a real chaos of conflicting thoughts. For some reason I was in full confidence that the guys, taking advantage of my absence and my wife’s inebriation, would certainly come to our room. I am not that doubt that I now started, by no means. Thirst for sexual adventures prevailed, but many BUT did not give rest. Well, first, it was not just casual acquaintances, after all, they were the husbands of her friends. What will happen...
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I want to tell my story. It was when I lived with my former wife in one of the cities of the Kaliningrad region. We lived in a two-room apartment, one room was a son, but he almost always lived with his wife's parents, because he went to the first class, and the school was much closer to them. Comp was in the room of the son. This is so as not to interfere with my wife's sleep when I play something.
Once, at a picnic with two more pairs, I drank normally under a skewer and it struck me to photograph on film Zenith. Digitizers then ...
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Once, at a picnic with two more pairs, I drank normally under a skewer and it struck me to photograph on film Zenith. Digitizers then ...
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