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I wore the massive gold watch vyzolochenny from a bracelet — to arrows, it was always scented by very expensive perfume. Clean shirts, the smoothed-out trousers. And pleasure from life which surrounded with a sweet cloud him he inhaled this life, savoured, enjoyed and reveled in it. Nono at everything at the same time, kill me, on my representations he didn't approach for a role of the hero lover in any way, and in the fact that girls it is crazy about him, me, frankly speaking, somehow wasn't trusted. Doors of our rooms: office of our edition and it is a meteorological station director's office, were located that is called a snout in a snout. Somehow Osipchuk, having read fresh my article, I told me: you, Senk, God kissed, at your talent you can live as the king. I then answered in that spirit that two kings shouldn't live in one kingdom, so we made friends. Moreover, it gave me twirls from his baths: — I arrived from Moscow, a business trip, or just I wanted a bath, go, wash. Coppers there under steam round the clock. And I washed with pleasure, taking a steam bath in the heated sweating room on fir-tree shelves, steamed out diving into the pool, ice with crystal water. Somehow in one of my such groundless, bathing heats in a sweating room also naked Osipchuk became hollow: — Senka, you will admit the owner of a bath? And here I was shocked! I saw his dick. It was something. He hanged down nearly to a knee, was much more swarty than other body of the owner, scarlet under a head, was шишкаст, is hilly and twisting relief veins, and, besides, had on a juicy head at the mouth of his seed well to which it was possible to push a pencil, a tattoo in a look is very realistic the executed fly. I remember then on a bath the cleaner in a silly dressing gown with a bucket and a mop was rummaged. From the woman in this fright there were roundish hips, only hardly distinguishable under a dressing gown. 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