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..The cottage was warmly greeted guests, zipper head with a fence and a crop of nettles on the perimeter. On site there was the pumpkin's house of sticks and plywood and ritual outhouse with a touching heart at the gate. By the way, three dozen sites horticultural society had no appeal, because of the shitty location.
..The weekend began, according to tradition, drank delicious vodka, motivate yourself in everyday life and cooking of food. Demolished the nettle in the centre and made a noble hearth, such that the three Jeanne D'arc stop. Viktor, standing on his knees began to fan the flames, jumping on inhale-exhale, Andron began serving cheese and other sausages chipped on the garden table.
- His namaz? - suddenly ususal lady's voice, from behind
- No, he's an atheist - Andrew turned around and saw chick is very good looking.
- I'm Vic, a neighbor, came to water the flowers, one to be never afraid - identified it, anticipating the questions.
- I'm Andrew, and it Victor, we have a 'celebration of disobedience' - blurring in a smile - you are very brave. By the way, the number of vacationers declined markedly, I have only one strange pepper noticed.
- Oh, it's a local celebrity, the man of God, grass-gravy collects, from infertility cures like.
- From the house where the goat skull on the ridge? There's still skewed ziguet Scarecrow in the garden? The Holy man of God - was surprised Andrew, and that Mikhailovich can not see the owner of your house.
- He died, his death from alcohol - said Vika, vulgar nibbling a blade of grass.
- Sorry, but let's for the Andrew invited her to the table - we have a rich 'wine card' which only vodka in it - a disposable Cup.
- You are a gallant, we'll probably have a lot in common - Vic Flirty wrinkled nose from drinking the liquid.
- Yes, we need to learn more about each other, come the evening, play in the city.
- Wouldn't that hussar down languidly answered Vic, hinting that the evening will break the fucking sofa and get out of the fence, if we rely on him screwing doggy.
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..Dude had rigged the area and decided on the menu for the evening. After that Victor went to the pond to watch a place at the water tower, on the subject of fish and fish products fishing. Andrew sprawled under the Apple tree as a slut at the photo shoot, and began to entertain themselves by spitting on accuracy trying to hit an empty bottle on a stump. Alcohol caressed the brain, flora was pleased with freshness, and with the visit of the Wiki, consciousness in General is reeling from the euphoria. Harmony broke the creak of the gate and approached the pretzel, the spitting image of Rasputin, the current in the hoodie as Pugacheva. With a solemn Ableton his eyes like Hachiko, he was holding in his outstretched hand what that shit round like a clock. Andrew could not help Recalling the scene from pulp fiction, and he's on the machine blurted out:
Of ass?
- No, from Tibet, is a talisman. You spoiled - modulated voice announced to the passengers.
- Bullshit, the point is not fucking replied Andrew.
- The aura of the evil eye damage and without a talisman you even the Mondial will not live with the parent with care said the witch suggest to buy.
- N-yeah, serious bidet - and in a conspiratorial tone - blessed and not ashamed to send back my enemies, in the form of total gonorrhoea and liquid diarrhea? I would zabashlyat.
- Don't get too cocky, you have no karmic insurance go - pathetically said the pretzel.
- Thank you Cassandra, I can handle it because they believe in the life-giving aspirin, safety, and condom - Andrew portrayed a couple FizKult-greetings, making it clear that the conversation is complete.
- Hmm, how bored I live - summed up, seeing the vampire glance.
..In an hour came Victor, mysterious as the "battle of psychics", poured vodka into a glass:
- Count up, I stand at the water, pondering where to put a fishing rod, suddenly the voice of Levitan - the servant of God, fish wanted - I needonce slipped in the duckweed, watching on the hill...
- Ozzy Osbourne, dressed as Mother Teresa interrupted him Andrew.
That's right, I fuck it up, almost the circle is going to draw, grabbed two reeds and laid the cross in his direction and he smiled so for Lenin and says:
- I a letter X show, the atheist - Vitek drank vodka and continued:
- Here I have Pervakova daze passed, he threw the reeds and say, proudly - do not believe in God, I'm a Darwinist, and he told me:
- Jainist, the person you did, and you became a monkey, that is a vestige of shitty, but your false doctrine, reversibility does not imply - here is pushed and pistil.
- Not ssy, it's the local healer, herbalist reassured him Andrew
- Travnik? Dealer of Stoll?
- What dealer, I told the healer he's with me, too, flirted, hammer - waved Andrei.
- Slick, and what's he rounds does Victor thought.
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..The evening did not anticipate the languor, the music sounded coals brought meat, the cups were filled with vodka and tomato juice. Appeared Vick was fined by the alcohol that would reach the General level. Witek including the toastmaster was jam toast and the owner of the Villa ground barbecue, as the year niravi. Itself distribute fun and fast. After a toast to the first cosmonaut, the blacksmith Vakula on the devil, Vicuna went into the lead. The wave of blue emotion stoned his vestibular system became a light dance.
- What's the idyll Vic carnivore looked at Andrei, unzipping his jeans.
Is not the word - he sickly smiled.
- Wow! That paint on the walls a poor excuse - her hand ended up in his underwear - Monsieur, you have a dick like a donkey.
- Thank you - he is depicted the confusion - my wife in afedron did not give due to size, saying that the anus razbaluetsya and it will lose feces when walking.
- She did not love you - with a sigh stated Vic.
- I guess.
- Tell me honestly, do you like sex without commitment asked, raising the Cup.
- More than life - without hesitation replied Andrew, clinking glasses with her.
- And hard to dominate a defenseless woman.
- Oh, Madame is a connoisseur of perversions - he expressed his admiration and eating sausages
- I grew up dreaming about the rape, preferably the group - she whispered, pleadingly.
- Childhood dream is sacred - imbued with Andrei.
- Such a brutal man can grant wishes?
- Shit question - and thinking - and which option you prefer when macho Julio Sanchez and roughly throw you on the bed and begin to methodically poke Dicks, adjusting his hair. Or when a scowling Skull and a Loaf squeeze you Sigi, Semyon, then balut valves on the head and dragged into the stairwell pissed, cynical fuck, husks of sunflower seeds?
Hmm, both options are so attractive, and can be a middle - wick brightened.
- Of course, only a group will not work - Andrei pointed to Victor - he's shy by nature, and strict upbringing.
And Victor this time imitated coitus with an Apple tree, the song of the band "Jefferson, Airplan", presenting themselves as 'the cable guy', seeing manifested to his attention, was to portray a fallen woman.
- Yes, indeed he is very humble - he sighed Vika and slyly looking into his eyes - and you?
- I am at your service, the current tell - portraying warmth and a hand squeezing her Breasts, answered the Andron.
At this point, frail body of Victor freed the stomach on shoes and fell into the nettles, saying that he was morning fishing.
- Andre - exalted whispered Vika - I love the realness, hit me, shaking hands, plug your mouth, Yes do something and impatiently put in front of him the tape.
- Interesting racocha - Andrew thought for a moment, vmazat vodka without juice and with the words:
- Realism, say - put her right hook.
..Wick fresher. She was lying on his stomach on the table, his hands were tied tape, mouth tightly caulked the old Keda, and the body shook frictions. Andrew fucked her so that the light bulb suspended on the twig of a tree, swayed. Then he wanted novelty, taking a steaming cock, he parted her buttocks and moaned approvingly. Wearing a condom, for it is not kosher. Just do not care for fishing, the point is not, to the best of slides collected oily snot from the barbecue in his hand and smeared Vicosin ass. That there pepper sauce, salt and doebeni other spices, it is not even thought of.
..Captive smelled evil, and the next moment gaboy cavalier already mastered her asshole. Pain and burning sensation flashed a version that stuck in the ass carbide and gagged loaf of boiled sausage "doctor". She lost sense of time, but when frictions became more frequent, until Vicky realized that Andrew was going to cum. The final push he drove Pribluda that her mouth flew ked, presovanny into dust, like a tennis ball a pit bull. At this point, the consciousness Legion waved a pen and she went limp. Abaca wearily now divided from her stern, and then sat by the bench and changing his mind to get up, began to snore.
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... First rays of the nettle, like a fucking robot, rose Witek and stepping on your dick trudged to the epicenter of the party alone, where he saw a positive picture. On the table squirrel the flying squirrel was a guest, bulging out his ass towards the sun. Under the table, in the pose of a happy alcoholic, Napping, Amigo.
- OOO, this is steeper than at the prom - Victor, contemplating the installation.
Eagerly heal the bitter Cup put her fingers to Vicosinos the neck:
- "hundred" - walked her and dropping to his haunches in front of the ass, said:
- Bliss! - portraying the scale seen open arms.
- Bitch, you can already release me - hissed Vic.
- In a rush? - asked Victor and began carefully to cover with a blanket snoring Andrew.
- Untie me bitch - teen wheezed.
Man soothing patted her on the back and cut the tape on the hands and feet. Then taking half a bottle of vodka with the poles, rushed to the pond, whistling a happy tune.
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..Victoria sat back in the basin, and steeping the spices, with a wry facial expression on his face. Thighs were parted, elbows pressed to the body, from the hen it is distinguished by the presence of a head and Boobs:
Dick as a baseball stick, still smeared with Napalm, motherfucker.
Sat opposite the healer and watched the video on the laptop:
- I feel Sorry for your anus, but it was the last character in the plant type was glued to the screen the movie came out realistic.
- I tried, Oh blyaya - slut rose and gait of a Mongolian rider sauntered to the sofa - so many gardeners are inclined to violence that the film material enough, but the salute in the ass for the first time.
- N-yeah, but I had a few gargoyles from infertility to cure dark recalled his contribution.
- So, for the sake of doing the same - said Vika, dressing - I kazlų no food and booze left, leave today.
Is good, I am their last test, on the subject of psychology and being a dick about things, the usual clowns, night call, show - prison or the Hacienda, the plot will overwrite without hysterics and dust. The time missed, the rumors have gone about laying the pipe on that motherfuckin ' cottages.
- Okay, I went out to the city - Vic headed for the door.
- I wait when they will fall down, and now to the spring go, you all the water wiped out the ghoul climbed over capacity.
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..Fisherman lover returned from the pond. Place the party was decorated with a bunch of broken bottles and already the foods. About her character of the film "deuce again", stood Andrew.
- Cinderella has fucked off without saying goodbye, here is baseski - Andrew dejectedly pointed to food waste.
- Here is the shoes - Victor raised ragged Vikasini briefs - you yesterday so fanatically erotica pinned that I have envy.
- Where I cosores made - Andrew scratched his head - okay, we need to go from here, fire.
Ten minutes later a car with friends, drove out to the highway. To talk is not wanted. Upon arrival, hurriedly drank chekushku, after which Witek, citing an unexpected business, dumped.
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..Andrew irritably, Smoking on the balcony, the mood was, to put it mildly, fucked up. Came Victor, his face mitrofansky glowed, as if once again I deflorarea take a class, Svetka Polyakov. Took a bubble of horse meat:
- There's a trap, gonna tell, gonna go fucking nuts. In a row. Morning fishing was not pleased nirazu, sitting by inertia. And got me in sight of the house of poca healer. Suddenly I look out Vic, gait the compass goes, well, I think, probably torn points were treated, and after five minutes Sam Dark with the tanks and the spring went - Vitek opened the bottle:
- I woke up an unhealthy interest and herbalist chonit delicious, say, a bunch of hemp, a poppy or mushrooms any thread. Well, and hurried to his cabin, where he noticed a carelessly open window. Seeped into the hole, and there is a bolt in terms of folk/medical plants. In half the room vulgar Ottoman, both in the brothel and the laptop on the table lies. Clear the stump, I looked diagonally, and there Victoria narabatyvaya gardeners, young and old alike. You're there too, in color.
- Well surprise Andrew got the glasses and filled it with cognac.
- Tinto Brass is this filmed sexual passion from cepenkov, dirt, pure and simple. In General, that would not intersect with pornography, stole the memory card, painted on the wall of a nasty smiley, your phone number, well and SEB on the nimble. Well beg you not had, that would be from the country to blame.
- Yes you are my friend, spy and diversant - said Andrei, approvingly.
- Listen further. The house looked over all the files and knew that this dull summer cottages should pass pipe with natural nishtyak, why the sickly land will rise in price. This couple somewhere informarse squeezed. Well, I decided to wring the plots are creative, imaginative, optint - Vicuna waved a quick shot:
- Consulted with his stepfather. He posicionarse bright stars on the epaulets, and he likes homeland in addition to wealth and my mother. He even teared up, and said, finally you have something good in your life did. Made me promise that I will give mom a fur coat and consulted about further actions, says the situation will be monitored for insurance. About the pipe too, I heard they say a good move. Pressing them all, the noise is irrelevant and the other half to take is sacred. So we now their company, and they fuck away with this shit.
- Bloody hell - Andrew bashed brandy - so as gritstsa, life will become better, life has become merrier.
- Well, it is, Yes, Victor turned on the phone and smiling - nine missed, accomplices worried.
At this moment the phone rang.