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Stroking and kissing, I gently turned her Cupid's on his stomach and was amazed for the first time revealed to me mind it high a perfect shape of the buttocks. Let the reader forgive me the hackneyed comparison, but in that moment, illuminated by orange flashes of the raging furnace fire, they really are remarkably resembled supple, tight and juicy peach. How could I not grasp it with his hands, not to cling to him, lips?! He inevitably attracted, tumana mind, awakening in the soul of the beast, imperiously demanded to rush to him, pick from inside in such a desirable wet searing gorge! Incredible effort of will I drove him to the darkest corners of consciousness, and began to tenderly caress this exotic fruit lips. I feel like I have tried it for taste. Lightly biting, licking, deep tongue in tight cleavage, feeling her cheek the lightest of Golden gauze cannon. Sparrow gracefully bent, quietly moaning and his ass up, framed her Bud caress my strong language. Now cushion the anus gently lost such a gentle aggressor, letting him inside absolutely clean hot cave.

Love is the most intimate, the most personal sense. It's like that flower that in a moment you can only give someone one. When you love, you need to give yourself and feel that you are, and love to take everything, maybe even harder than to give everything. We know that give, but don't know what we get.

You will one day want to return. Crazy wants. When night wakes up, and never get a wink until dawn. When thought of as a shock that I'm still very... And lose count what is in the hands of the cigarette. And suddenly want to scream, scream that there are forces And betraying tears /from them will not be saved/ From that other, not me, calls her beloved, The one who swore to me not going back... You will someday ago to chill, To despair from the inability to get back... You will fall on the floor and whisper exhale: "God, You keep her there for me... You save her... you Hear? I would... But you see..." And suddenly silent. And light it. And realize that they live in a nightmare and there is no power to Wake up. And understand: nothing is forgotten and that you still love... And want to return. Madly want to go home...

Live! As long as you live! Tired? Take it and take a breath! Fell? Holding the hand of a friend! And if there is no other.. Pray! Ask? You give not think. Not appreciated? Don't be mad. Closing the door? Don't come back.. I Want to teach you? Learn! Hurry to betray? Do not give in! And betrayed? Forgiveness revenge! Lots of love Open.. But all living creatures deserve to be! Someday you'll have to come Back to all these words. Live! As long as you live! And God sees everything here and there.

If you spend too much time figuring out what is good and what is bad for another person, you will forget about one's own soul, and everything will end up devastated, you will be defeated through the energy spent to judge others.

It is foolish to believe themselves safe when there's nothing rattles, does not drip and is not pricked; even more stupid to put yourself in a special, earth-shattering danger when rumbles and prickly. I was told about a man who died choking on his own saliva â€" what else?

My dream cold hands crawl under his shirt, leaned against your warm belly and snuggle up to you. Up in the morning to make trouble and tired to look you in the eye in order to then hear "come here" and hug...

everything can change when the person you love still breathes. change anything when its already there and once it no longer. that is a mistake which cannot be corrected until the end of life it will eat you from the inside, and the rest are empty and do not hold this tragedy of the Bolshoi theatre...