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Chapter 7.

Lenas Notebook

No, the world is not overturned. My relationship with the Roman left, I thought, for all the mystery. A month flew by like one day, and come evening, when I had to leave. Again the station, our train again, I accompanied my aunt, Ira, and Roman. Big problem - how to take away of gifts, three boxes and a suitcase. Roman all the time was near, he kept carefully Hold-shaft my waist. I felt uncomfortable, I was shy of ...

Come in, dear.

What are you afraid? Come in, come. The first time you come, like that for a man in the room? Believe.

Well, hello. Kiss? Not so! You happy with a kiss on the cheek? Me not. I want to kiss my mother told us not to.

Let the lips. Else. Again. Even better. Undress ... What roused herself? Not all clothing, coat only.

Come. You both missed the hotel security guard? Just passed? And no one asked: Girl, youre where you are going, at this time of night? Asked? And you? Done! You ...

What are you thinking man, when walking along the street, where rushes his opinion? Everyone has their own problems, his thoughts in his head, you answer. But all this is nothing compared to what happens in the head of a man who accidentally tore his eyes from the crowd someone supple, plump ass. Now you recall exactly like the picture. We can say with absolute certainty that there is on earth a single representative of the stronger sex, and possibly weak, too, who at least once in his life, said: Oh, what a charming parrot from this lady. In modern ...

Summer evening. Hot air began to cool off from the sea and the breath of cool air and the smell of sun-weary algae and mussels. The sound of the surf can not be heard, his choke roaring car engines, the clatter of running down the street people, the music of the cafes and the voices of people rushing to the shops - Deribassovskaya in Odessa in the evening was coming to life.

Putting the display of bare shoulders, slightly fitting blouse covered breasts and smooth tanned legs, I sit in one of dozens located on the street cafes. Well, ...

Hello, my dear boy-bunny!

Writes you your Katenochek.

You asked me to tell some facts of my sexual career. So listen.

How I lost my virginity ... It was a long time, I think in the school, class 6 th or 7 th. I then had a beloved friend - Vika. It was the first enlightened me about sex and about how there are children. I am very pleased. Then Wick said that it appeared a guy (the Georgians), which deprived her virginity, and that it was unforgettable, and that she is now doing this regularly. She ...

(dedicated to her)

Lights are very large and terribly lonely city stretched beneath us, adding to the intricate patterns of moths and neglected cornices. They sparkled and twinkled in the intoxicating air of the summer night, giving us a little of his scattered heat. Wind in her hair, gently clung to her already short skirt, and an ingratiating fondled wet from the water from the fountain sponge.

We stood on one of the highest points of this stupid town and marvel at its exquisite beauty of the night. She interrupted our reverie light whisper:

- Max, why ...

Shorts - an integral part of clothing for almost all the ladies. The subject of lingerie stores in a lot of secrets, mysteries and various delicate, sensual experiences. Their shape, color and varied and unpredictable, like the woman herself. Shorts reflect the inner world of its owner, its character and mood. They, like makeup, emphasize the outer contours of the figure, strict lines of the body, smoothly blend and complement them. And, finally, they hide themselves under the most sacred piece of woman - her beautiful, delicate vagina, perfectly smooth and silky, sometimes slightly downy, covered with thick hairs pubis. ...

Well, and what this asshole there zalip. That I should die in this tin can. Stuffy, damn. Sit as a drain in the ass, sticking his head in kondishn. Ha! How this asshole wit: My dear, open the window - that is the kondishn. He would have said: Vysun language, it will refresh you. Damn. What can you say - went well married. Mom - holy, wise woman - she was right. This is what we have in the kitchen?. Mom, meet, it Valera. Valera: Valera-cholera.

Well, tie a good whip, as long as my pussy was not melted. ...

I recently posted a profile on a dating site, and began to look forward to the letters. Once opened the box, I found in him a postcard from a stranger (as I suggested). A certain Sasha wrote that I liked her, and promised to send their pictures. I was very intrigued! Imagine my surprise when the next day I received the following letter:

Hello, dear Dimochka! Thats me again, Sasha.

I am very handsome man. I am 50 years old, but I look much younger, than you can see, looking at my pictures. I want to tell you ...

I want to tell you the amazing story that occurred to me and changed the course of my entire future life.

I am 32 years old, outwardly very pleasant, well this is not so important in this situation. The main thing is that I have all my life memorably loved women, and all without discrimination. When I heard the word homosexuality I ran on a wave of revulsion and disgust. So ..... something I have talked enough too, its time to proceed to the most important thing.

This momentous event occurred 1 year ago. I was on duty ...