A minute later she returned, clutching a weightless fabric in her hand, and so that I could see how she was dressing, she stood in front of the window. She slowly pulled on her panties: strict, covering both the ass and the pubis, if not for one thing: they were transparent through and through, flesh-colored, therefore, they hid everything, but did not hide anything.
A couple of days later, having traveled about 500 kilometers (by train and bus), I stood at the door of Aunt Ira's apartment. She lived in a two-story apartment building with amenities. It was already evening.
Girls, it's my birthday soon! Let's have a bachelorette party at my house. My parents will leave for the country, and we will get together and invite our Sanka! You wouldn't mind joining our company, would you?
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Holding so half a day, I suddenly realized that I was doing nonsense. I will never see Gulja again, I can not talk to her and especially to fuck, penetrate her beautiful fat ass, see how she boosts my sperm, hear her laughter, again experience those incredible, inhuman sensations again. This sudden awareness as it crushed me. I went away to the subway.
You seduced me today in the garden. I want to fuck you in all holes.
She poked her fork again, and I caught the moment when the corner of her lips twitched slightly in a smile.