…The rhythm of the bus is changing, and I wake up after three hours of surprisingly calm sleep. « Silicoid did not show human emotions – a sure sign that he had enough real experiences »(c) Lukyanenko, « line of dreams ». Okay, the Kamenyuki-Slycoids remained on the planets of the foundations, and we obviously « we moor »- Hefty bus as a steamer rubs to the side of the road, drove the door and the people are moving to the exit. I jump from the steps, I step aside. During the journey, it never warmed up, the sun shines, but on the puddles-a crust of ice, in some places already hastily hasty soles. I am strangely calm – I really decided to mate under a silicoid? However, I know how much my calm will last-until I crawl out from under the ground at your station. Although no, the thought of a television fain is already causing a move-so far in the head, but the heart is twitched in a different rhythm. I enter the subway, buy a dozen tokens of both species-green-transparent and small brown, I go to the phone. I remember the number, but just in case I check from the book – I do not even know the voice, so all hope on MGTS …Finally the tube rises at that one hundred. Women’s voice (already good). Young (or seems? Okay, seven troubles-one Hang -off). I ask you – « it’s me »« And this is me ». Day and time are agreed-but still some kind of uncertainty-are they waiting for me and whether they are waiting at all? But the joy and warmth that are cut in the voice « Max?!»nullify uncertainty on the root. We quickly negotiate, where we meet, almost nothing is heard (for which they take money, scum), but in a different way and so-near the subway. I don’t remember how at your station (and whether I was there at all?) but the guidelines are set, then I will find. Finally, you say « and I have a surprise »And put the phone. I move to « Moscow regime »and on the border of the flows of the people (so faster, but something pushing – not glass) I fly to the station, I push in the door. At the same time, I still have the same – on the lips a wandering smile, and shining – even the light of the dodger. Well, figs with him, let them mow. Driving decently, and thoughts all run in a circle, what kind of surprise it is, the paranoa-long brain strives to wrap everything for all sorts of dirty tricks and dangers, although this was not felt at all in tone. Knowing in advance that I will not come up with anything, and if I come up with it, I won’t guess, nevertheless, I jump over the unlikely from the guesses to the completely incredible and further to the fact that they don’t climb into any gates …
Ta-a-ak, now the silicoid has completely evaporated. The heart lugs so that it is already under a jacket, it seems, you can see. I’m trying to restore it with the right breathing, but-I spat on the body for all efforts-I rise from under the ground, the distance between us is erased by hundreds of meters …Or maybe less-and I already scan through the eyes of all girls, de-witch and, it seems, even grandmothers slightly above average height …So, the way out is already somewhere nearby …I try to smell » but as always in such cases, he is silent, like a fish on ice …So, coat and hat! The heart pulls completely uncultivated, but under the hat black hair …I laugh to myself (the already completely moronic smile is on my face, and I already quit it to drive it away-it returns like a hungry spring mosquito), and my head still resembles a good such ship locator, just does not turn around the axis. So, again a hat, hair …Eyes …yah? Eyes change expression and smile …Damn, do I really have the same? Well, figs with her! I almost jump ahead, but only on the contrary I shorten the step, my para-rain finally bursts off-« maybe it is not at all … »Yeah, not she, how can …= 😉 Your eyes also mow on the icon, tensely try to read either the name, or the address, or rather-to make sure …Yes, I am, I, who else is there with the Tula fidow badge to roam! We stop half a meter, a moment of confusion, inevitable and even something pleasant …If you do not pull it …The tongue stuck completely, or rather, he tries to push some kind of deafness …Overwhelming …The thought does not even flash-it seems to have been living for a long time-I hold out my hand, as once (as long ago, it seems a year ago) I described and touch your shoulder, leading below (well, not quite by = ;-))rounded bulge, to the belt. You also remember that letter, and I do not have time to bring my hand, the hand itself moves behind the waist behind the back-because half a meter between us disappeared somewhere …It is clear, of course, where-in two syn-chronic hemispheres, we come across unexpectedly (although why unexpectedly? = 😉 We press a lot to each other. I look into your eyes, I did not see them, but so many times I imagined that even it seems – they changed. They, of course, did not change, I represented them wrongly …However, the real ones were even better-I did not have enough impudence to present them with such luminous …You open your lips a little noticeably, I see it and I know what it means, but strange braking cries me again …Wow, I thought, I got rid of it for a long time …I have to almost bargain on myself, I stretch towards, and the first one goes a little awkward. However, we immediately correct this oversight. Passers -by have not yet lined up in a semicircle, look at the performance? They didn’t have time a little, but already kosy-. We are turning around, I try to take your arm, but you take my palm, fingers weave and we squeeze each other’s hands, as if we were going to argue for the title of Armrestling Champions. You pull aside the metro, I am fleetingly surprised, but you look slyly and pronounce « and now – a surprise! I found an apartment. For the whole weekend ». I have to raise you in your arms, but we are already pouring together with the crowd into narrow doors and it simply will not work to stop here-they will bring it or completely trampling. But this does not matter, we still have time – now I know this for sure, and a little Shisea from this knowledge.
We’re going almost silently-I really want to say something, but the words somewhere scattered, in UG-LAMS …Hmm, someone boasted with talkativeness …Both boasted …Two of a Kind? Then I’ll just be silent – I’ll be silent next to you. You can be silent with you? It seems that it turns out – you are silent, you stop explaining whose apartment it is and why we are so lucky …We are silent, putting each other’s palms with your fingers, the heart beats so that even breathing is interrupted …The people in the car are decent, and we press closely, not surprising anyone. Although no, some kind of youngster looks at us. For some reason I smile at her-she turns away angrily. Well, he offended a man – maybe she has a fresh bummer, and we are here …But we can’t, we waited for this meeting, I suppose, longer than all this half -children’s bummer lasted …With the entire precedent love …
You are standing a little side, my lips almost touch your cheek. Why is it « almost »? I still go forward and do not even kiss, but just touch you with my lips. You make a cat’s movement, it seems that you are even mourning, but behind the roar in the tunnel this is not heard …
…We enter the elevator. Well, this place is the most classic, and we both know it. You are our hand over the desired button, and your face is already turned to me. Finally, the doors clang and we are pressed to each other. Under a dull light bulb, your eyes shine with green witchcraft fire, but I don’t have time to see them-you run your tongue on your lips and close your eyes. I look at your face – I haven’t really seen him yet! You open your lips a little, you are waiting-and I reach for you, take your lips with my own, my hands rise above your back, you are leaning back on them, and I hold you, feeling the elastic bend of the body through clothes-do. You are pressed by hips, legs, your hands hug me, and our lips continue to be a struggle, or dance, unable to be interrupted even for a moment to grab air. My heart is stubbornly climbing to your throat, I shakes me, and I feel how you shudder in the same way …
The elevator slows down, we are difficult to break away from each other. Your eyes are completely crazy, your chest rises, naughty hands do not immediately open the castle. On the threshold, I am trying to kiss you again, but you, carefully dodging, whisper « wait ». I am overlooking the door, with difficulty taking a breath. Yes, if I would run these floors, or even carried you in my arms, I would puff less steamily …Although not, if in hand, then it would be one plus the second. You take off your coat, rise a little, hanging it. Here I can’t resist, I hug you from behind, with my palms from below, covering my chest. You are almost angrily (and by the order again with a whisper) you say « well, wait », but your body thinks differently, bending under my palms. I kiss you in the neck, more and more, you throw your hands back, trying to over-the waist, but you stumble on a bag hanging on your shoulder. Involuntarily, it comes to interrupt, I take off my jacket, get off, cooling down a little. Yes, the expectation of several months is an insidious thing, you can’t pounce like that, spoil everything nafig …The idea of this is pretty sobering up, I am almost calm, I tune in to limit my arms and kisses today …Although I am chasing it, we do not limit ourselves, how we do not limit ourselves!
We are sitting at the table, gnawing Aleksinsky gingerbread. I thought for a long time whether to take it or not, some kind of kvary patriotism is obtained, but it is tasty, and it seems like a sign of attention …And a reason to sit at the table so as not to frighten each other with excessive haste. In the elevator and in the forty, we already met a little, felt each other, reactions, temperament …You really are sweet – but not like sugar syrup, but by the other sweetness, a little sharp, but just a little. You seem to not kiss, but allow yourself to kiss, but with all this it turns out that it is still unclear who is the host. This is unusual, new and very interesting. After the storm of the first mi-no, we sit suspiciously quietly, only slightly touching our hips and knees. But we still breathe unevenly, and the carrot does not save. I go out of you and see how you are in the same way, you squint, kickered and suddenly smile, press your shoulder and rubs your cheek. This time I clearly hear your « Murr-Rr ». I turn, take my hand over your shoulder, hug and kiss, no longer like in an elevator, but short tender kisses. You are getting better, I feel your chest, there is no longer a coat on it, only a thin jacket-« water-lane », tight and emphasizing the figure.My hand seems to slip off the shoulder by itself, I stroke your chest and neck, and you throw my head. Kisses become stronger, the breath of both breaks out with a noise, tenderness gives ways to passion, you bring my hair, I move from my lips to my cheek, ears, neck, whole shoulder and collarbone, do not care, that they are covered with villous fabric. My hands glide below, after the shoulders and chest of your waist it seems completely thin and so delightfully moves under the palms when you suddenly stretch your hands up so that after a second they wrapped around my neck. We are pressed again, tightly, as soon as possible, to the inability to breathe. It smells of perfume from your neck, subtly, slightly noticeable – I didn’t even feel before, until I buried my nose. Cunning, inflated just like that-so that it was not « at a distance to captivate », and so, close. The fact that this would be done for only one person-the one who will cling to kiss like this, circles the GO-LOVA even stronger, although it seems to be stronger than …I whisper something, I know that nonsense, and you whisper the same nonsense, the words are not important, the words will be later, someday, and now we have no time and without them-the highest point, unity is not bodily and not spiritual even, and some kind of supra-worldly, inhuman. And we are long and long this moment, other moments, also beautiful, but others, there will be time later. They will not pass by, and this is a moment too short, too surreal to neglect it even for the sake of what will happen later-soon there will be, you already feel the aroma of desire, not with your nose, with your nose, this is some kind of mysticism, it is, thisEither the mysterious ferromones, or completely filled the bioenergetics … in the shaman of the television magicians;Now she does not seem to me an absurd fiction, « I will just feel it for the people yes »
Somehow this long moment of something incomprehensible, strange mercy endlessly ended. There is no regret about him, he was and stayed with us, and now it will remain for a long time. I pull you up, we rise and, without saying a word, move into the room. You go in front, and on the road (there are five meters, but still) I stroke you on the shoulders, I take my palm along the hands and hair …In the room you intercept the initiative, pushing me towards the sofa in the corner. I was pulling you behind me, but you dodge, take your hands away and go to the music center in the opposite corner.
I do not like something boring, it seems to me now that something is better suited to quickly, which meets our passion …
I look at you, and you know what I look and you know how I look, and you go somehow especially, not some kind of « model step », there is no step, but the consciousnessthat I frankly admire you, leaves some kind of imprint. And the turtleneck and the skirt are black on you, and under the black, short with a skill with a skirt, the legs in white stockings are simply blinded, it is impossible to look at them, but it is also impossible not to look. This is the first time I see you like this, and try to absorb, remember, capture these ten short steps …
How I love these moments, it drives me crazy! I want you to remember me, I remembered me forever, I want to drive you crazy how I went.
You turn on something, you switch Temra for a few seconds, looking for the most delicious combination. I can’t stand it, I jump up and somehow instantly (well, I didn’t jump by five meters? But as I walked – I don’t remember) I find myself near, grabbing the waist, I press it to me. The right hand goes upward, between the breasts to the neck, and under the left, the thigh trembles significantly under a very ghostly, almost non -existent layer of stocking. You throw my head on my shoulder, I whole ear, cheek, finally get to my lips, and then you turn around right in my hands, pressed with your stomach, chest, hips. Without interrupting kisses, we seem to dance, and our hands as if by themselves are stroked everything that they can reach. I suffocate, barely managing to breathe, tearing my lips for a moment, my heart is preparing to jump out again, and through the country’s fog in my eyes I see that the same thing is happening to you. Having lost your patience, you are giving my T-shirt because of the jeans belt, I do not lag behind, and the first rags that have become unnecessary fly to the floor.
How do you want to feel you all. How the clothes are interfered! It feels like there is no more strength to shoot it more and feel, I just want to tear it off from you.
In a moment, when your stomach is in contact with mine, I growl almost in my voice, kissing you in my neck, chest, a dimple between the clavings, shaking my hands, groping the fastener with the back. The fastener surrenders, my lips move below, to the hollow between your hemispheres, I pick them up, elastic and hot, kissing frozen nipples. You are breaking out of you-a-old-style, your hands press my head, I kiss my lips or touch my tongue, and my hands are already under your skirt, I hold you by the hips, covering the buttocks with my fingers.
Oh, your hands, I have been waiting for this for so long, it seems that for many years this expectation has lasted, the desire to become unbearable, only one thought has pulsed into consciousness: I want you, I want! Take it, take me completely!!! I am making a loud moan.
I’m trying to whisper something, although nothing comes out, except for the chopping room, but it seems that this is what I need. You also whisper something, moaning, I raise you and, staggering, I carry it to the sofa.
We almost fall, I put you on my feet again, and I myself kneel down, kissing your chest, hollow, stomach …Behind the tattered curtains of half, and in the darkness against the backdrop of the pungent body of your chest shine with beacons. I cling to them facing them, my nose buried in a hollow between them. My hands can not cope with the fastening of your skirt, and you help, we unfasten it in four hands and, nearly torn, tear off. Now I can kiss your hips, touch the edges of the panties with your fingers, grab your legs over the stockings. You squat, lowering to me, I catch your lips again with my lips, and again we fight in four hands already with my belt and fasteners. You, as if missing, gliding your hand below, where jeans fabric swells with a hill, opening the zipper with the other hand. I stroke your breasts, lift them with my palms, pressing your back to the edge of the sofa, then my hands slide down, climbing under the elastic band. You moan, straighten your legs, leaning back on the sofa, and I pull off the panties from your feet. Oh, not to break, it will be a pity – the only sober thought flashes. Panties with a wet lump, fly into a corner, and I desperately kick, dropping jeans, because my hands are busy with your chul-kami. Running them, I spend my palms at your feet-how amazing, long, rounded-built, tanned, with a barely noticeable golden fluff.
I kiss your knees, I rise higher on the delicate skin of the inside, until I get to the short hairs where my legs end. I touch there with a tongue, grab my lips, you moan in a full voice and wriggle under my palms. I do not really like this type of caress, but for the sake of such a groan, for the sake of the elastic tension of your hips, for the sake of your palms on my shoulders, it seems, it seems, endlessly …However, you are thinking differently, your hands from the caresses turn into demanding ones, you pull my shoulders above, and you again slide from the sofa to the carpet. Surprisingly – you are almost my height, but I cover you all, my chest, neck, face, shoulders again, and you stroking my neck with your hands, chest, then pulling it to you, then letting go with your hands along the hips, and suddenly abruptlyyou hook the last elastic with your thumbs and pull down. I am moving closer so that you can steel swimming trunks through your knees, and just at that moment my cock breaks out of captivity, but not for long-you catch it with your lips. It seems like it pulls me with shock, I squeeze your shoulders, bend in half, trying to reach and kiss at least your ma-cub. You throw halfway in halfway off the swimming trunks, hugging me by Ta Leia with one hand, and helping my lips with the other. I barely restrain myself so as not to yell with a wild King Kong Khgov, but instead I squeeze your shoulders even harder. You shudder-oh I idioti, on you, it hurts! In embarrassment, I move away, mutter something with a repentant tone, but you only briefly throw your eyes at me and shake your head vigorously, unable to speak. However, I get bored of highly unilaterally (although I see that you also like it more than), I cross the carpet a little to reach my hand, and now my fingers carefully iron the wet hollow. You begin to moan loudly in a low breast voice, I feel how your shoulders are covered with goosebumps, you are trembling – and I also tremble, shakes us both. You let go of your hands, throw it back on your back, wrap it with an arc, so that the breasts stick up like steppe mounds with columns-festivals at the top. I fall on you, at the last moment resting with my palms on the floor, I grab these table-beams no longer with my lips, but with my mouth, trying to drag them as deeply as possible, I lick them with my tongue, kissing and between the breasts. You strongly cover me with your hands by the waist, serve on the meeting, the first touch, we twitching for a moment, but then we rush towards you again and I enter you, in a hot and wet depth. You scream and laugh at the same time, ka-ka-ka, I also yelling, just ate in marty, entering you again and again. We are trying to kiss, do not fall and just lick each other, completely beast, forgetting everything and all, starting from ourselves. At the last moment, I was late, I think that I did not ask a word about contraceptives, my elastic bands remained somewhere at the bottom of the bag. I still have time to jump out of you, but I can’t restrain myself, it’s like holding a torn grenade with my hands, and the first drops fly to your chest and stomach. You wrinkle your face, moan already plaintively, but you pull me closer with your hands, open your mouth and again cover your head with your lips. I turn around, with this direction the language does not work out, and I am a little bit of my lips, I am the desired tubercle in your hollow. You tremble, slightly squeeze my head with your feet, and your tongue passes around and again around the head, then with tender touches, then short shocks. I continue to kiss and gently bite your lips your hillock, trying to guess how you like it more.It seems that you are trembling stronger, you again break into a scream, bend so that you even rise from the floor with me, I cover your legs and we are shocking together, in no way able to stop …
I first come to my senses, rise, fit next, attach your head to my chest. You still shudder occasionally, sob, clinging to me with all a hot and slightly sweaty body. I breathe and I can’t breathe in the delightful zh-hing of sweating in the orgasm of a sweet, beloved, dear woman, kissing your lips, cheeks, forehead, eyes …Your taste is slightly salty – what is it, tears, sweat? And, it doesn’t matter, it seems, I also have wet in front of my eyes …Wow, well, wow …I’m trying to catch my breath with a few deep exhalations – it does not come out, and why? I hug you, we are clinging closer, « sweet »- I whisper. « Oh, max …I swim, everything is spinning … »Your voice is interrupted, you get in my neck, often and warmly breathing …
At first you press more closely, I try to cover and warm you with your hands, but the month on the street is far from May, and lie naked, albeit on a thick carpet, it is not hot. I lean back, stroke you through my hair, consider your features, acquaintances and strangers at the same time. You also lean back, rolling your head on my hand, reaching out, but because of the cold, not for long. « oh, I almost fell asleep …It was so good, in general, everything broke before my eyes, as I failed, warmly and gently, enveloping like this …We rise?»We get up, head for a bath – and wash and bask. I again let you forward, and devour my eyes, hands, back, where her hair does not hide her eyes. Two completely different pleasures – look at you through the fog of passions and look like this. I would not undertake to choose – but it is not necessary to choose and do not, you can combine. It’s a pity, not enough – that’s a bath, you open water and collect your hair so as not to wet. My eyes just stick to you, your raised hands, shoulders, chest …I want to touch, stroke-that I, I understand, do it, I do your hands, sides from the waist to the elbows raised, you freeze, as if when you are listening to the sensations, you turn slightly, sliding with the elastic hemisphere in my palm. I am reaching for you again, having no strength, but already having a desire …
You finally somehow collect your hair, click a hair clip and step over the edge of the bath. I look without looking up, it’s even somehow embarrassed to stare, but you don’t have against it, you’ll even stretch out on purpose, then you will run your hand over your thigh, smiling at the same time.
– Come on, I’ll wash you, I say
– Let’s. Only me too
We soap two small lips and begin to stroke each other. However, with sponge it is somehow uninteresting, I first connect my second hand, and then I throw my lips at all, I stroke you with my palms. On the soapy skin, the hands go to oddity easily, but each bulge is felt especially clearly. The rhythm of your breath is changing, and mine, in fact, too. And not only breathing – your hands without the slightest embarrassment (however, were I embarrassed?) they fuel and stroke my hanging friend and he pouts again, as if from pride. You change movements, now your palm covers it with a ring and slides along, everything is faster. I pull you to me, trying to climb again, but you stop moving, gently removed « wait, it will be not interesting. I am now, I will call you »Rinse soap quickly, wrap yourself in a towel and disappear behind the door. I also Lee Doggovy, I put everything in order (the apartment is alien like) and peep into the corridor. You rustle in another room with something, and I decide to get a little dress-still run an inappropriately naked. I put the cassette that I brought with me, I make the sound barely audible and sitting, waiting for you.
I am sitting on the couch, gradually calming down. I catch a smile wider than the Cheshire cat on my physiosio-myi several times, but I drive it-some kind of inappropriate. Although I want to smile, in general, the state of an unexplored buzz …and anticipation of the high of the new …
You try to appear unnoticed, I do not see the door, but the movement of air is given to you. In a wide step you go to the middle. You have a short robe of brilliant transfusing material, when walking, its floors soak, opening long slender legs. Although I seem to have already seen you all, now I look like for the first time – these lines, these colors …But the artist in me is only a glitch, from the contemplation of lines, shapes and flowers, I instantly switch to the contemplation of you-a young beautiful woman, a dressing gown is not even torturing a figure, luxurious slightly wavy hair fly behind you, and legs …and hands …My eyes scatter completely, you take a few more steps and a few fingertips switch the cassette. Something heavy is launched, with a short non-butter rhythm, and under this rhythm you slowly turn, spread your hands, wave your hair, stretching, bending under a robe. I am trying to jump up, but I sit, pony, that it turns out not that, not so …I have never seen such a dance, and will I ever see …
Also, without interrupting movements, you seem to hurt the robe’s belt by accident, and it is opening, for a moment I manage to see your body intercepted by a dark strip, but you are in great back, raise your hands, so that under the edge of the rising robe is your robeLegs are visible in full length …I still rise, but I stay still in place. You turn around, all the same without lowering your hands, now I already see you all, face, neck, chest under the crap of unusual blue color, an even stomach, blue panties, slightly placed legs …I pull your hands to you, you hold out your hands too, take a step, I rush towards, covering your waist with my palms, pressing it to me, quickly kissing several times. But we are not like a fierce passion for both of us-we have already received passions, now I want a more calm way to each other in order to try and feel all the subtleties and goodies. Therefore, I let you go again, simultaneously helping to drop a robe, and we seem to dance in distances, only palms touching each other …
When the half-bosses, stroking your hands and fast kisses bother, you sit on the sofa. I first attach it nearby, but …You warmed up, browned, your chest rises …I want to see this out of the corner of my eye, but to sit on the side uncomfortable, and by the same I move to the carpet, fold my legs with a half-year, and my hands …Hands already stroke your knees, then rising above, then going down to the ankles. Your hands also set in motion, meet with mine, run on the shoulders to the neck. I stretch towards them, and your knees are very close, I smell their smell, warm, touch their lips. You exhale the air, I feel your fingers make your way in your hair on my back of my head, how the rhythm of breathing is changing from a quick dance to a more measured and exciting-deep. You close your eyes, you open your lips, and I hear your breath, losing my head again from it. « Sweet »I whisper and again get my nose into your knees. They diverge out to the sides, and I kiss the velvet-noise skin of the inside. Your breath becomes louder, I feel with my lips, as you tremble slightly from touch. My palms move to the waist, then even higher, caress the breasts, and the chest rises not on its own, from breathing, you strive to meet my hands, your hemispheres are pressed against them. I clearly feel how closely even under a weightless fabric, and I also want to touch you, your skin, and not some rags, albeit beautiful. We « Mares »At the same time, our hands simultaneously stretch to the interfering fabric, and interfering with each other, free your chest from an unnecessary barrier …
My palms stretch to your breasts, cover them from below, as if supporting. They, in fact, do not need support, and without that, they will permanently surpass the pink nipples, but it is so pleasant to feel them in the palms-heavy, warm, soft-minute …I cover them denser, slightly lift them, stroke with thumbs from a hollow to the nipples, carefully squeeze. Your breath is interrupted, I feel like in the depths, under the soft, female, muscles are relying. You shake your head, open your mouth and with a low thoracic groan or a scream rush forward, spreading my hands to the sides. I lean back, I can’t hold my balance and roll on my back, and you fall on me. I exhale loudly, somehow enthusiastically, feeling you all, entirely in my hands. You are in fullness, spread out on me, your breasts are so gently and so sweetly pressed to my face that I just drown in them, I do not understand how we lie, where are the arms and legs, my head is spinning inThe most direct sense is that there has never been. I hear your heart right near my ear, I hear breathing not outside, but inside you, I feel warm and something else, besides warmth. Your right nipple is near my lips, and I kiss it, hugging my tongue, feeling the slightest bumps. You moan again, in the same deep voice, from which a hot wave arises somewhere in the chest and I want to grab you and take you, take you, take you over and over, unpretentious and Yaro. But your waist, so thin after the chest, a dimple over the emerged elastic panties, your chest under my lips-requires a completely different handling, and rage in some strange way turns into tenderness, the same flows over the edge, without reason and borders, and II kiss you in the chest and neck, I stroke with my hands, I press it even more tightly than the severity of your body, which turned out to be unexpectedly easy..
MAKC K-113, 1998
P.With. The story is written in collaboration with a certain lady (in the form of separate letters « in the anticipation of the meeting ») in September 1998. The meeting took place in early October, but the coincidence with the story completely ends on the episode of the meeting actually-meeting-wilting (exactly as described, or rather, in fact, having played in real life « script &##187; story) just moved around the city. The rest was another time, but the story has not yet been written about this.
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