forest full of feelings

 

they did not even talk to each other once or twice ... any eye contact was not done either. but they beautifully fucked... with the full engagement and determination, anguish and reconciliation. they had known each other and had been sleeping together for a long time ... they did not hurt and really enjoyed each other. one another and myself. eventually, after more than one hour of running, they merged together into a really gigantic orgasm and eddie squirted into Lucy. they  were laying in the bed for a moment and breathed deeply... a burst of leaves was heard in the windows ... the fall was coming and the clock showed half past one in the night.

lucy thinks at steven ... she feels very nice with him. yesterday, he bought her roses and went to the SPOTT for a ridge monte bello by santa cruz mountains winery. they smiled a lot, lucy looked beautifully. everyone could keep eyes on her. she wore like a queen. she knew she had... she wanted to show up and she wanted to go out. steven was wealthy, cheerful, he was overlooking, friendly, standing and he has the power. besides, he was an incredible sympathetic, and all those cows that have seen them together were envy. his only deficiency was that he was bored in bed. not that he did not know how to do it. he tried but he lacked ideas and fantasies, he did not show his feelings very much, he could not change the pace of the game, he did not speak nasty, could not be rough and did not have a big dick ... just average (otherwise in the other absolute above average). after all, he has suffered by his size since his youth ... the other boys showed their contempt and made fun of him in the school changing rooms and then in the dressing rooms when he grew up. it was also one of the reasons why he stopped sports although everyone predicted him a huge professional career ... and he knew he had on it.


sex and sexual satisfaction are more than vital for lucy. she is not considered a nymphomaniac, nor is she frustrated, but good and regular biting is one of the pillars of her life's happiness and greatly influences her behavior. just like the relationship with steven. he just can not do that. thah´s why she still alives the relationship with eddie, who has nothing and all his life's peripetitions, he does not believe much, but he's crazy with him in bed. he'd always been able to fuck well after these years ... he was the opposite of steven. tough and harsh, he liked experimenting, he always knew exactly what lucy was in the mood and what she wanted, and he always brought her into the fantastic orgasm. without eddie would be uploaded ...


eddie was thinking about Lucy ... he still loves her still, although he has officially broke up many years ago ... he tried a few other relationships, but the program meant ... he wanted everything to be like in the past but much time has passed (lucie wants more) ... every day on those thursday fucking he hopes something will change, but it's always the same ... sex without words and kissing (lucy only does not want it, it will come too personal) ... then separate showers (eddie walks like a second one and he does not shine to keep her unconcerned. he looks at her how beautiful she is and wants to touch her face and hair, but he will not) and they turn each others back in her bed.


the alarm clocks they shoot separately...


"so, next thursday" she wrote him after a few days with another misfortune sex with steven thereafter he showed her coachella flight tickets... oscar and the wolf - breathing

 

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love and married

 

mary knew long time ago that something was wrong with her. some guys liked her pretty much, and when her goats grew a bit, she started to go to the cinema with them and after the movie she got hit and kissed in the park behind the cinema´s parking place. she was still cool, and she liked it quite well, though she still lacked a sense of inner dissatisfaction, but she believed it would come. moreover, she threatened to challenge her troubled child when she raised up a tortured alcoholic father. he never dared to marry, but the older sister brothers really enjoyed him ... rather, he enyojed them ... and it was not a nice poking ... her first guy was a half-sister billy, where she stayed the whole weekend overnight when she was fifteen. uncle billy was a bloody overgrown pig of drinking beer in one piece already from the same morning .... mary liked him pretty much because he always came when her half-father was weaving ... they were watching tv together and the billy was already nailed. he opened another graveyard and when he reached it with one shot, he said mary to come to him and sit down on him ... mary still remember that there was a doyle tim show on tv ... uncle billy was biting her goats and then he pulled off her panties. he smelled of beer and pepper chips. mary did not know what to do ... he told her to pull the sneakers off and put his dick in his mouth and do nothing, just pursed his lips ... he put her fat, dirty fingers in her cunt and ass ... in a while he came into her mouth ... he tell her to swallow it that it would not do anything to her ... then she sat down on himself. he has quite huge dick as he was fat. mary did not worry, but she was not nice to her too ... uncle billy splashed straight into her ... he did not do it at all ... when he was done, let mary go to wash and said to her to no one to say is ... after a few months, billy had missed a peck ... she had not gone to the funeral... another of her might was her college professor, mr. miller. he was an old worthy master with a flattened collar and a short white beard that his woman died a while ago. mary liked how gentle he was and once mr. miller called her into the cabinet. mary had a long dress. she put down her panties a moment before in the girls' toilets. he did not have to say anything, mary had relieved him, she knew exactly what she was going to do. she rolled her skirt up to her hips and sat down on his desk. she liked how his beards were shining on the inside of her thighs. she went for "tutoring" once a week. mr. miller has always been just licking her cunt. it was enough for him. mary has mastered the literature test for A ... she also had a great number of classmates, but she picked older guys. she did not admit it, but she was searching in them her father, whom she had never known ... at high school she was already clear that it would not go with the guys. she closed herself and did not talk to anyone. here and there somebody shuddered, but she did it just to feel that she was with someone, feel his skin and body... she did not care about these guys, and she hated it when they put her dick in her cunt and led him with the nasty speech or they say they loved lher during the orgasm ... it was even worse. but she found it quite helpful when she was thinking of sheila, he teacher of japan language who wore a boy's dress and had short hair. she smoked one after another and listened to sébastien tellier - kilometer (simply a lesbian like a whip). sheila was pretty dull, she smelled of a special kind of musk, which was incredibly excited to mary and did not wear a strings. mary had fallen in love with her from the very beginning. their japanese lessons shrank into dialogue for only two of them ... the others did not say anything, and they were glad to concentrate on their own, insignificant nurseries. one crying morning (it was the end of april), which mary preferred to fall sleep, decided that invite sheila for drink, but not as they used to when they were with the others, only their two ... just like a classic date ... her roommate went to her parents Into the bakku, so she had the whole apartment for herself. she cleared a bit (well, all the rags stuffed under the bed), settled (which she had never done before), put the dishwasher in the dishwasher and water the flowers (they had only one cacti) and chill out the wine to which she bought on the basis of advice for extra money in the wine shop hall eighteen seventy - three cabernet sauvignon 2013 and wondering what they will listen to for the music togehter. she did not invent anything and went to shower. she was showering for a long time, and she really cared about it. she was thinking about sheila and she was very excited ... (her cunt was very wet). she had not feel so well for a very long time ... when she arrived to the class for an hour, there was already waiting laughing sheila. no one else was there. great, mary thought ... when sheila announced the joyous news to her, mary was terribly happy, but she could not resist ... they talked for a short while, then she apologized for not feeling too good today. she wished sheila good luck in pregnancy and everything good for a wedding ... then she sat on the first bus in the hamlet where her parents had their grandmother's house and where she was so happy when she was a little girl. she used to go there every weekend, help her grandfather on the meadow, and feed the rabbits ... but it's been long time gone ... no grandparents or rabbits live anymore ... the letter did not mary write for the farewell ... she did not think she'd write anything about it. . pitty the wine…

 

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upcoming event

 

his last few appearances weren´t too laughing for the audience ... people were rather sorry about him, so at least they did a little bit of noise so it was not that embarrassing for him ... but it was. the director knew, the staff knew, the audience knew, and he knew it as well. an old, unnecessary clown for which there was only one solution… to die as soon as possible. best right now! that's how archie felt exactly when he wrote to matt that he was totally fucked and that he was carrying a white rope in his car ... these two guys never had anyhing other in common, they just get togehter only occasionally on various embarrassing banners for gossip and "significant" people and they have a cigarette on the lanai and they wisely talked about how everything is in fuck .... however, matt had it on the hook (he was quite successful in the past - he sold a lot of stock on the stock exchange and this packet climbed to the mountain like a comet), but he did not do it anymore ... but he just took it as such he had drunk polite madness and did not pay deeper attention. moreover, in a moment, their "artificial" splendors came and everything was fucked. archie´s wife still looked pretty much in the world (not to be the one when matt left last week a new goats for 10,000 bucks, and she had invested hundreds of thousands to this plastic lady ...). matt´s wife, had old-fashioned breasts, long-lived with her lips, and looks like she's been living for her ... but she still loves matt and she can blow great ... anytime archie wants ...

once upon a time the archie was seriously football killer. so much so that he managed to get behind the hills with the help of the regime, where he earned a lot of decent money for a few years at that time, and he also met a lot of interesting people (except me and matt). so archie was not a complete bucket, not even a big box. but he was frivolous and reliant on him. that's exactly those properties that are considered to be a weakness in the business world ... archie spent a few years with great pomp abroad and spent the last year like a star in prague. there, too, he met her ... he got into bed after a successful match and did it to him like none other than before. she also prepared eggs in the morning with nutmeg, fresh ground pepper, a little sweet pepper, and white bread. all tasted absolutely fantastic, and eventually it ended up with a great strong coffee and after all, they were beautifully fucked. she let him blow into her, which he absolutely had to avoid, regardless of the consequences ... he hated the superficial impersonal self-denial and eventually heavily embarrassed when he came to it (aaa, aaa, spanking) ... and then the bullshits when the semen flow down the bed… little archie was born nine months later, but that´s anohter story... archie was able to enjoy popularity and enjoyed not only a crowd of fans and fans (when he was in caliber, he did not distinguish girls and boys). he has been drinking enough from the youth just to such an extent that he did not affect his performance in any way. now he did not care. on the contrary ... bussines collapsed like a house of cards, a small archie is no longer a young man and rather moved to his ass and his wife has been cheating him for years with a gardener (it sounds like a scene from bad movie), well, and also with me ... archie no more did not hold above the water. not even the fact that somebody knows him on the street ...

it was about a week after the archie matt confided with the rope. matt for the same bussines (and he really did not want too much) called for a deaf number ...

he learned a few days from the newspaper ... a solid tabloid printed a photo where he saw the archie's blurred head hung on a white rope… celebration - devendra banhart

 

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