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

 

NNtU

reunion island

 

mrs. direcstress has today a long black dress and black tights under them, what were hardly to see. she seriously slashed. i had not ever a big illusions about what she thinks of me. i would not claim that i have for her a total fool, but she was the prototype of a typical young dedicated workaholic, which is fixed in her heels regarding the working of things, but never did not show any signs of personal life and man in it thus ever seen. that´s why i didn‘ t pursue those penetrating views any meaning ...

it was the end of january and i was about to give notice at work. i'm there pretty pissed off over and over there suggested solutions unreal fucking game and i had a direct tactile feel that life inevitably meanwhile went off into the crapper. although, i had there a few fine adventures, but none of them was so strong that it made me something (dignified) deeper than a few glasses of wines in the spanish wine shop near the main railway station, wild kissing in the undergroud (because we can not wait until we jump on it but firstly take a shower) impious whole night fucking in a strange bed, common waking up in the morning and sober glances full of questions, which i really did not intend to respond ...

after she took me up in her office, she ordered two coffees at her secretary (awkvard old lady with yellow glasses), closed the door, crossed her legs and smiled at me. i did not know how to behave and what to talk about, so i smiled too and waited. mrs. directress said that we do not go around the bush, that i will in no way hinder, but that she would quite like to try to convince me, if i do not want to think about, because she makes me feel like a loyal and capable employee blah blah blah (i was at beginning to suspect something). only if it suited me later, which i did not mind. i had nothing planned tonight, as usual. i just drove home in a subway crews and glancing bystanders watching people endlessly listening to the same songs on my mobile phone, even though i had always had something new, really good in like junior boys - over it came home to the four empty walls, went for jogging, wank my dick, i dined and opened another bottle of wine and before bedtime planned what will never happen ... we had a meeting at seven in the evening in a „better“ restaurant on the 27th floor in a shopping center near my rent apartment. certainity that we meet there some friend equal to zero. waitress were friendly and just a little pushy. glass of wine for 10 bucks, but i could have it "for now" afford. in addition, i wasn´t anywhere for a long time and i assumed that mrs. directress was not drink too much. dinner was pretty good, we agreed. mrs. directress offered a salad with veal and i went to a welldone beef steak with celery puree. one could expect that in addition to the initial three sentences we talked about work at all. she spoked about her children and a husband who's loved her, he spends all day at work, in the evening he played with kids and then lights his pipe in his home office, where he eventually falls asleep. he actually moved there for good... i undestood him, apparently he was a good guy. i pulled out the bill and let the waiter solid tip taxi ... we went straight to my apartment. we sat at the back and interlace among the streets of downtown. the taxi driver was a right guy at all, no questions he asked. he knew who we were ... such couples apparently drove a lot ... we making out in the back seat as soon as the door closed and the radio played just loud enough. i gave myself a chew before. at home i had two bottles of malbec mendoza 2008 by kaiken, what a coincidence…

under those tights were black lacy panties and nicely fragrant, juicy and long insatiable cunt. we did not get much sleep. in the morning we woke up and my mrs. directress signed my statement .... we did not say anything ... i prepared black tea, as i'm used to from home ... i just risked it ...

 

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