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damn, people... I just saw it now. that everything I just wrote was written in someone else’s topic..... I spammed the author’s History...
sorry... it’s because of the temperature.. I thought I was writing in my own topic "Wrongforum registration 4all"....
sorry... it’s because of the temperature.. I thought I was writing in my own topic "Wrongforum registration 4all"....
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))) The author is a G with a capital G, so don’t worry))) the topic was spammed for a bad person ...
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no fucking way you have a high opinion of yourself, Damn Shark of the Pen.....Vasyanitsa: ↑26 Apr 2024, 10:45 First of all, the author cares. I know this for sure. Secondly, he will take all this into account what I wrote.
And he is very interested in this reaction of mine to his work. And I also know this for sure.
He saw my previous posts and he understands that you scolded him and I scolded him - these are two different things.
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Apparently there is a spring exacerbation in the brow...Rainmaker: ↑26 Apr 2024, 06:04Evgenii7519: ↑26 Apr 2024, 04:43Don’t be funny, but listen to what people say... maybe smaller than this hat will be written
Sent after 1 minute 9 seconds:Crap...Rainmaker: ↑25 Apr 2024, 09:26 Victor stood on the balcony and smoked. He looked at the morning, spring city. There were almost no people, except for the inevitable dog walkers. Alice, not at all ashamed of her nakedness, stood nearby, showing her magnificent breasts to possible spectators.
“Give me some whiskey,” Victor asked. Alice looked up from what she was doing, namely, pawing Victor’s buttocks, and fulfilled his request. He took the glass from her hands and drank.
Alice sat cross-legged, stroked Victor’s bottom and took a sip of wine. She hiccupped drunkenly.
-You have a beautiful butt! – She shared her observation. Victor grinned.
- Your ass is beautiful too. I would eat it like that.
Victor turned to her. His words were pure truth. At his feet sat a naked, drunk, curvaceous red-haired beauty, smiling slyly. She played with her glass of wine and ran her hand over Victor’s scrotum. Victor’s member, which was in “semi-combat” readiness, straightened out completely.
Alice clapped her hands and hugged him with her lips. Victor moaned with pleasure. Alice swallowed the dick to the very base. She choked a little, but controlled herself and returned to the head. After repeating this “procedure” several times, she pulled away. A thread of saliva, flashing in the rays of the dawn sun, stretched from the dick to the lips. She took a sip of wine.
- The pussy is also beautiful. My husband has more, but yours is more beautiful and you don’t cum in two minutes. And he basically doesn’t lick.
- Doesn’t he lick? – Alice shook her head.
- Generally!
- This is not the point! – Victor shook his head, gave his hand to Alice and lifted her to her feet. He turned her around, tilted her slightly so that she could lean on the balcony railing. Victor knelt down and spread Alice’s round buttocks. His eyes were revealed to a neat anus and curly red pubic hair.
- Sorry, I’m not shaved there...
- Nonsense. It’s much sexier this way. It was like being in retro porn. – Victor made himself more comfortable and enthusiastically began to lick Alice’s bushes. She began to squeal with pleasure. She bent her knees to move her pelvis closer to Victor’s face and began to caress his nipples.
Her pussy juices flowed down Victor’s inner thighs and face. Wet pubic hair curled into damp ringlets.
Victor, meanwhile, moved towards her anus. Tight and pink. “Apparently her husband didn’t penetrate there with his big dick. Also probably out of principle. Boring guy."
When Alice felt the tongue in her ass, she felt as if she had been electrocuted.
-Oh, fuck! This is awesome! – Victor, without removing his tongue from her anus, grinned. He connected his hands - he inserted two fingers of his left into the vagina, and with the other he began to gently massage the clitoris. Alice moaned.
Victor’s fingers met almost no resistance when entering, Alice was so wet.
- I’ve never done this before... mmmmm, bitch... so good... - Alice whined. Her legs were giving way. Victor pulled her towards him and sat her on his penis. They both moaned with pleasure. Alice vigorously fidgeted on Victor’s dick, and he, in turn, began to grab her nipples, caressing, pinching and pulling. Alice screamed out loud with pleasure.
Victor couldn’t continue like this for long and gently whispered in Alice’s ear:
- Sit on my face. Immediately.
- On the face?..Ok... - surprise and excitement were heard in her voice at the same time. Alice stood up and her wet, hairy slit was right in front of Victor’s face. He lay down on his back.
- Right? – Alice awkwardly squatted over Victor’s face. Instead of answering, he took her by the buttocks and began to lick her hairy pussy and tight anus. Alice caressed her tits with one hand and rubbed her clitoris with the other. Having gained a taste and feeling the balance, thanks to Victor’s support, she began to move her pelvis over his face, controlling the process. Victor obediently licked whatever came to his tongue. The pace quickened, Alice was losing control of the dicebells.
- Fuckaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad, like a pussy... aaaahhhh....
A long spasm passed through Alice’s body and she sank onto Victor, falling on his stomach, face next to his erect penis. Alice was periodically shaken, and Victor enjoyed contemplating her crotch, wet from lubricant and his saliva, and affectionately stroking her buttocks. He felt her wetness on his chest.
Alice was raised well and she always returned kindness for kindness, fortunately it was not far to crawl. She began to suck at a fast pace, but gradually it began to slow down. Finally, she simply pulled the dick out of her mouth, turned to face Victor, and rode him like a horse.
- Is something wrong? – Victor asked. Alice ran her finger over his wet chest.
- But you licked my ass... It was very nice. Would you like it yourself?
-Stupid question. Certainly. There is an opinion that for men it is many times more pleasant than for women. It’s just that not everyone admits it.
- Do you want me to lick you? I’ll just warn you right away - I’ve never done this...
-Yes, for sure! Do not be shy. This is the main rule. You suck great, but this is more difficult. I believe in you! – Alice smiled and got up from Victor. She took the bottle of wine and took a sip straight from the bottle. Victor stood up, took a glass of whiskey, lit a cigarette, leaned his elbows on the railing and lightly pooped his ass.
- Just like that? – Alice asked in bewilderment.
- Well, yes. Don’t be embarrassed. – Alice knelt down, spread Victor’s buttocks and looked at his anus with curiosity. It was the first time she had seen him so close. Surprisingly, the thought of sticking her tongue in there seemed very exciting to her. To begin with, she simply licked him like a cat. Then, she tried to penetrate her tongue as deeply as possible. She tickled her tongue in a circle. Focusing on Victor’s moans, she looked for the most effective techniques.
-Are you sure you’ve never done this? You lick like you’ve been doing this your whole life! – Alice slapped him on the ass.
- Damn, I’m already shy, stop it!
- As you say. The main thing is don’t stop. – Alice obediently returned to her work. Meanwhile, there were more and more people on the street. Victor found special pleasure in the fact that if one of the passers-by raised his head to the height of the third floor, he would only see a man naked to the waist with a cigarette and whiskey. Perhaps with an overly pleased face, but isn’t whiskey and a cigarette on a Sunday morning a sufficient reason for happiness?
Alice, meanwhile, got a taste for it. It never occurred to her that it was possible to get such a thrill from such a “dirty” process. She suggested this, in accordance with the principle of “debt meets payment,” but now...
...Viktor finished smoking, put out the cigarette and turned to Alice. He laid her down on the floor and squatted over her face. She already knew what to do – she thrust her tongue into Victor’s wet anus, and with her hands grabbed his balls and penis, which she began to furiously jerk off... Victor did not regret that he did not cum before. A powerful stream of sperm flew into the air and spilled in an arc onto Alice’s hairy pubis. Victor growled and fell to the floor. Alice laughed and started smearing sperm all over herself...No, bunny, I’d rather make fun of him. You’re making noise here with your Homenid comments.Evgenii7519: ↑26 Apr 2024, 04:43Don’t be funny, but listen to what people say... maybe smaller than this hat will be written
Sent after 1 minute 9 seconds:Crap...Rainmaker: ↑25 Apr 2024, 09:26 Victor stood on the balcony and smoked. He looked at the morning, spring city. There were almost no people, except for the inevitable dog walkers. Alice, not at all ashamed of her nakedness, stood nearby, showing her magnificent breasts to possible spectators.
“Give me some whiskey,” Victor asked. Alice looked up from what she was doing, namely, pawing Victor’s buttocks, and fulfilled his request. He took the glass from her hands and drank.
Alice sat cross-legged, stroked Victor’s bottom and took a sip of wine. She hiccupped drunkenly.
-You have a beautiful butt! – She shared her observation. Victor grinned.
- Your ass is beautiful too. I would eat it like that.
Victor turned to her. His words were pure truth. At his feet sat a naked, drunk, curvaceous red-haired beauty, smiling slyly. She played with her glass of wine and ran her hand over Victor’s scrotum. Victor’s member, which was in “semi-combat” readiness, straightened out completely.
Alice clapped her hands and hugged him with her lips. Victor moaned with pleasure. Alice swallowed the dick to the very base. She choked a little, but controlled herself and returned to the head. After repeating this “procedure” several times, she pulled away. A thread of saliva, flashing in the rays of the dawn sun, stretched from the dick to the lips. She took a sip of wine.
- The pussy is also beautiful. My husband has more, but yours is more beautiful and you don’t cum in two minutes. And he basically doesn’t lick.
- Doesn’t he lick? – Alice shook her head.
- Generally!
- This is not the point! – Victor shook his head, gave his hand to Alice and lifted her to her feet. He turned her around, tilted her slightly so that she could lean on the balcony railing. Victor knelt down and spread Alice’s round buttocks. His eyes were revealed to a neat anus and curly red pubic hair.
- Sorry, I’m not shaved there...
- Nonsense. It’s much sexier this way. It was like being in retro porn. – Victor made himself more comfortable and enthusiastically began to lick Alice’s bushes. She began to squeal with pleasure. She bent her knees to move her pelvis closer to Victor’s face and began to caress his nipples.
Her pussy juices flowed down Victor’s inner thighs and face. Wet pubic hair curled into damp ringlets.
Victor, meanwhile, moved towards her anus. Tight and pink. “Apparently her husband didn’t penetrate there with his big dick. Also probably out of principle. Boring guy."
When Alice felt the tongue in her ass, she felt as if she had been electrocuted.
-Oh, fuck! This is awesome! – Victor, without removing his tongue from her anus, grinned. He connected his hands - he inserted two fingers of his left into the vagina, and with the other he began to gently massage the clitoris. Alice moaned.
Victor’s fingers met almost no resistance when entering, Alice was so wet.
- I’ve never done this before... mmmmm, bitch... so good... - Alice whined. Her legs were giving way. Victor pulled her towards him and sat her on his penis. They both moaned with pleasure. Alice vigorously fidgeted on Victor’s dick, and he, in turn, began to grab her nipples, caressing, pinching and pulling. Alice screamed out loud with pleasure.
Victor couldn’t continue like this for long and gently whispered in Alice’s ear:
- Sit on my face. Immediately.
- On the face?..Ok... - surprise and excitement were heard in her voice at the same time. Alice stood up and her wet, hairy slit was right in front of Victor’s face. He lay down on his back.
- Right? – Alice awkwardly squatted over Victor’s face. Instead of answering, he took her by the buttocks and began to lick her hairy pussy and tight anus. Alice caressed her tits with one hand and rubbed her clitoris with the other. Having gained a taste and feeling the balance, thanks to Victor’s support, she began to move her pelvis over his face, controlling the process. Victor obediently licked whatever came to his tongue. The pace quickened, Alice was losing control of the dicebells.
- Fuckaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad, like a pussy... aaaahhhh....
A long spasm passed through Alice’s body and she sank onto Victor, falling on his stomach, face next to his erect penis. Alice was periodically shaken, and Victor enjoyed contemplating her crotch, wet from lubricant and his saliva, and affectionately stroking her buttocks. He felt her wetness on his chest.
Alice was raised well and she always returned kindness for kindness, fortunately it was not far to crawl. She began to suck at a fast pace, but gradually it began to slow down. Finally, she simply pulled the dick out of her mouth, turned to face Victor, and rode him like a horse.
- Is something wrong? – Victor asked. Alice ran her finger over his wet chest.
- But you licked my ass... It was very nice. Would you like it yourself?
-Stupid question. Certainly. There is an opinion that for men it is many times more pleasant than for women. It’s just that not everyone admits it.
- Do you want me to lick you? I’ll just warn you right away - I’ve never done this...
-Yes, for sure! Do not be shy. This is the main rule. You suck great, but this is more difficult. I believe in you! – Alice smiled and got up from Victor. She took the bottle of wine and took a sip straight from the bottle. Victor stood up, took a glass of whiskey, lit a cigarette, leaned his elbows on the railing and lightly pooped his ass.
- Just like that? – Alice asked in bewilderment.
- Well, yes. Don’t be embarrassed. – Alice knelt down, spread Victor’s buttocks and looked at his anus with curiosity. It was the first time she had seen him so close. Surprisingly, the thought of sticking her tongue in there seemed very exciting to her. To begin with, she simply licked him like a cat. Then, she tried to penetrate her tongue as deeply as possible. She tickled her tongue in a circle. Focusing on Victor’s moans, she looked for the most effective techniques.
-Are you sure you’ve never done this? You lick like you’ve been doing this your whole life! – Alice slapped him on the ass.
- Damn, I’m already shy, stop it!
- As you say. The main thing is don’t stop. – Alice obediently returned to her work. Meanwhile, there were more and more people on the street. Victor found special pleasure in the fact that if one of the passers-by raised his head to the height of the third floor, he would only see a man naked to the waist with a cigarette and whiskey. Perhaps with an overly pleased face, but isn’t whiskey and a cigarette on a Sunday morning a sufficient reason for happiness?
Alice, meanwhile, got a taste for it. It never occurred to her that it was possible to get such a thrill from such a “dirty” process. She suggested this, in accordance with the principle of “debt meets payment,” but now...
...Viktor finished smoking, put out the cigarette and turned to Alice. He laid her down on the floor and squatted over her face. She already knew what to do – she thrust her tongue into Victor’s wet anus, and with her hands grabbed his balls and penis, which she began to furiously jerk off... Victor did not regret that he did not cum before. A powerful stream of sperm flew into the air and spilled in an arc onto Alice’s hairy pubis. Victor growled and fell to the floor. Alice laughed and started smearing sperm all over herself...
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Dragonfly - go to hell and here are your three fucking brackets))), you are empty, quarrelsome and unhappy woman
Hooligan, Fargal, no commemorate it dashingly.
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))) Ahaha. He is always like this))) regardless of the time of year
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Eustace, ))) I like it when you call my dear
my mood immediately increases to the maximum
Fargal94, very kind and sweet. In principle, he cannot do anything bad to anyone.

Fargal94, very kind and sweet. In principle, he cannot do anything bad to anyone.
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Strecoza,
wow, but they just sent you on your way, you’ve smoked everythingEvgenii7519: ↑26 Apr 2024, 21:21 Dragonfly - go fuck yourself and here are your three fucking parentheses))), you are empty, quarrelsome and unhappy woman
Hooligan, Fargal, don’t be dishonest
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During conflicts on the roads, men often threaten that they will fuck you... I usually say that go ahead, fuck me, which greatly confuses them )))
))) Yeah. They send them all the time, but where to get them is what they are sending for)))
During conflicts on the roads, men often threaten that they will fuck you... I usually say that go ahead, fuck me, which greatly confuses them )))
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specify where you need to chill in order to enjoy

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))) Immediately after the weddingEustace: ↑26 Apr 2024, 22:59specify where you need to chill in order to enjoy![]()

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And I liked the story!
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))) Ahah, maybe they’ll start writing stories on the forum. It would be cool))) I love reading stories about sex. Better than watching porn.
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I’ll also post a piece of the novel with strawberry 
Sandra carefully closed the front door, but instead of heading to the gate, she walked around the house and went to the outbuildings. Stopping near the garage, she looked around. Her gaze focused on the gazebo to the right of the veranda. Yeah! This is where the father and two young men retired to sort out their papers. Everything goes according to plan! Sandra silently entered the garage through the door on the garden side. The familiar outline of my father’s Rover was barely visible in the dim light. Near him, huddled close together in anticipation of its owner, stood a gray BMW with diplomatic license plates.
“This must be his car,” Sandra said to herself.
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She walked across the concrete floor to the far end of the large garage. Behind the pile of old tires was what she was looking for - an old Solex bicycle that belonged to a groom. Having secured the racket to the trunk, Sandra lowered the saddle and took hold of the handlebars. But something was holding the bike. Bah, it’s an anti-theft lock! Slowly, Sandra went to the other end of the garage and found scissors for cutting metal in a tool box. She saw the gardener cutting the wire with them.
A little force, and the rubber-coated wire fell to the ground. Sandra straightened up, placed the scissors on the old tire and began to take the bike out.
She didn’t hear him when he came in, but, damn it, he was there, looking at her blankly.
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—What are you doing here? — Sandra asked.
“I can ask you the same question, mademoiselle,” answered the groom. - This is my Solex.
- Listen, I need it, I will return it to you soon. Let me go out! — Sandra asked.
The guy stood in front of the car. It was clear that he was not at all going to give way to her.
- Hey, you cut the lock! Sandra, I would have given you a bike anyway if you had asked...
His voice was hoarse, and his eyes looked in such a way that just a few days ago they would have paralyzed her. But now Sandra had no desire to be with him. However, he could ruin everything, and time was running out.
Sandra tried to appease him.
—Listen, I’m just going to get some exercise. After all, I don’t want to offend you, and I’ll buy another castle.
But he had already grabbed her hand and pressed her to him. His hot mouth searched for Sandra’s cold lips.
- Why didn’t you come back then? - he whispered hoarsely. “I was waiting for you, I’m always waiting for you!”
Sandra felt her defenses weakening. Contrary to her will, the body answered itself, clinging to the young man. He hugged her passionately. His hands slid under the white tennis skirt and rested on her rounded buttocks. Sandra suppressed a groan, trying to restrain herself.
“I’ll come tomorrow,” she promised. “But now you have to let me go, I’m in a hurry.”
The groom held her tightly. His hand wedged itself between Sandra’s thighs, her breathing quickened. Through the thin fabric of her skirt, Sandra felt him tense.
- Okay, let it be tomorrow. But if you want me to let you go, caress me.
Taking Sandra by the hand, he pulled her towards his hips. Sandra bit her lips. Feeling the man’s flesh in her hand, she became more excited than she wanted. But James could have risen from his chair at that moment and said “goodbye” to his father.
The groom unbuttoned his pants. Breathing passionately, he slowly and rhythmically moved Sandra’s hand up and down. Putting his head on her shoulder and closing his eyes, he indulged in pleasure. Sandra felt that the young man was on the verge of orgasm.
— No! — she said disgustedly, snatching her hand away. - Not here! Dad has guests, they will soon come here to take the car.
But her unexpected movement brought the groom to the finale, his body arched, and he poured out on the old tires. Flushed Sandra, feeling freedom, grabbed the bike by the handlebars and pushed it out the ajar door. Without looking back, she crossed the gravel section of the yard and barely heard the groom shout after her:
- Come tonight!

Sandra carefully closed the front door, but instead of heading to the gate, she walked around the house and went to the outbuildings. Stopping near the garage, she looked around. Her gaze focused on the gazebo to the right of the veranda. Yeah! This is where the father and two young men retired to sort out their papers. Everything goes according to plan! Sandra silently entered the garage through the door on the garden side. The familiar outline of my father’s Rover was barely visible in the dim light. Near him, huddled close together in anticipation of its owner, stood a gray BMW with diplomatic license plates.
“This must be his car,” Sandra said to herself.
n
She walked across the concrete floor to the far end of the large garage. Behind the pile of old tires was what she was looking for - an old Solex bicycle that belonged to a groom. Having secured the racket to the trunk, Sandra lowered the saddle and took hold of the handlebars. But something was holding the bike. Bah, it’s an anti-theft lock! Slowly, Sandra went to the other end of the garage and found scissors for cutting metal in a tool box. She saw the gardener cutting the wire with them.
A little force, and the rubber-coated wire fell to the ground. Sandra straightened up, placed the scissors on the old tire and began to take the bike out.
She didn’t hear him when he came in, but, damn it, he was there, looking at her blankly.
n
—What are you doing here? — Sandra asked.
“I can ask you the same question, mademoiselle,” answered the groom. - This is my Solex.
- Listen, I need it, I will return it to you soon. Let me go out! — Sandra asked.
The guy stood in front of the car. It was clear that he was not at all going to give way to her.
- Hey, you cut the lock! Sandra, I would have given you a bike anyway if you had asked...
His voice was hoarse, and his eyes looked in such a way that just a few days ago they would have paralyzed her. But now Sandra had no desire to be with him. However, he could ruin everything, and time was running out.
Sandra tried to appease him.
—Listen, I’m just going to get some exercise. After all, I don’t want to offend you, and I’ll buy another castle.
But he had already grabbed her hand and pressed her to him. His hot mouth searched for Sandra’s cold lips.
- Why didn’t you come back then? - he whispered hoarsely. “I was waiting for you, I’m always waiting for you!”
Sandra felt her defenses weakening. Contrary to her will, the body answered itself, clinging to the young man. He hugged her passionately. His hands slid under the white tennis skirt and rested on her rounded buttocks. Sandra suppressed a groan, trying to restrain herself.
“I’ll come tomorrow,” she promised. “But now you have to let me go, I’m in a hurry.”
The groom held her tightly. His hand wedged itself between Sandra’s thighs, her breathing quickened. Through the thin fabric of her skirt, Sandra felt him tense.
- Okay, let it be tomorrow. But if you want me to let you go, caress me.
Taking Sandra by the hand, he pulled her towards his hips. Sandra bit her lips. Feeling the man’s flesh in her hand, she became more excited than she wanted. But James could have risen from his chair at that moment and said “goodbye” to his father.
The groom unbuttoned his pants. Breathing passionately, he slowly and rhythmically moved Sandra’s hand up and down. Putting his head on her shoulder and closing his eyes, he indulged in pleasure. Sandra felt that the young man was on the verge of orgasm.
— No! — she said disgustedly, snatching her hand away. - Not here! Dad has guests, they will soon come here to take the car.
But her unexpected movement brought the groom to the finale, his body arched, and he poured out on the old tires. Flushed Sandra, feeling freedom, grabbed the bike by the handlebars and pushed it out the ajar door. Without looking back, she crossed the gravel section of the yard and barely heard the groom shout after her:
- Come tonight!
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Juss, ))) Oh, will there be a continuation?) )) very nice story
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))) It’s better to have a complete story))) so as not to read in parts.
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Re: You - for me, I - for you. Story, part 1.
She walked through the garden gate, secretly hoping that no one in the house had noticed her. Then she went out onto the Paris Road, which skirted her father’s property. Another road lined with chestnut trees turned left. Sandra took a position at the turn and began to breathe more evenly, trying to calm her heart.
She wanted to forget about everything that happened a few minutes ago and think only about James.
“He will be leaving along this road,” she said to herself loudly and added: “And you will come here, notice me and stop, James Llewelyn!”
She said four with gusto syllables of his name, rolling them in her mouth and repeating until she calmed down.
The long wait began. To pass the time, Sandra picked up a chestnut leaf and scratched out the flesh with her fingernail, leaving veins that now stuck out like the ribs of a small skeleton. She will never go to meet the groom. Never! Her whole being was now reaching out to the man who would soon pass along this road.
“Just a minute,” a thought suddenly came to her mind. - Maybe he won’t go to Paris? No, It is Immpossible. He should live in Paris!”
However, there was no complete certainty about this. The waiting was starting to get on her nerves. Fifteen skeletons were already lying under her feet, she began to work on the sixteenth, when suddenly she heard the noise of a motor. Finally!
She saddled up the Solex and, with a short, energetic push, drove along the road.
A gray BMW rushed past.
Like a prima ballerina patiently waiting to take the stage, Sandra turned left and rushed like an arrow along the Rue de Alouettes, which overlooked the Parisian road. The wind ruffled her hair, her eyes shone, a dazzling smile enlivened her face. A short tennis skirt rose up from the air flow.
“A pale young girl in a rusty and black Solex,” she thought. “There should be a good song about this!”
She completely forgot about the groom.
Finally Sandra stopped at the foot of the hill. The roads in this part of the city were usually empty at lunchtime. The respectable residents of Rambouillet enjoyed their midday rest, playing bridge or tennis, and doing all sorts of other things behind the closed shutters of their houses. “He doesn’t know,” Sandra thought, “that the Parisian road makes a big bend, he doesn’t know about the shorter route along the Rue de Alouette.”
He doesn’t want to make claims on us, continued Adrien. — The fender of his car is badly bent.
— Are you saying that this car does not belong to James? - Sandra exclaimed, standing up.
Llewelyn looked at her again. A shadow passed over his face. He took her hand, laughed softly and said:
- This is not my car, Sandra.
Adrien de Monse suppressed a harsh remark, which was ready to roll off the tongue, and, turning to Adele, ordered tea to be served.
Squeezing Llewelyn’s hand, Sandra felt as if an electric current had pierced her body. Her father no longer looked at her, so she gave herself completely to this short moment of happiness. Nothing could change her desires now! James Llewelyn will be her first lover!
“Let me give you advice, Mademoiselle de Monse,” said Marc Renan. — Next time you feel ready to play the role of Juliet again, try to choose a real Romeo! I don’t have an unlimited number of BMWs.
A fake grin crossed his face. Sandra knew he could see right through her.
She wanted to forget about everything that happened a few minutes ago and think only about James.
“He will be leaving along this road,” she said to herself loudly and added: “And you will come here, notice me and stop, James Llewelyn!”
She said four with gusto syllables of his name, rolling them in her mouth and repeating until she calmed down.
The long wait began. To pass the time, Sandra picked up a chestnut leaf and scratched out the flesh with her fingernail, leaving veins that now stuck out like the ribs of a small skeleton. She will never go to meet the groom. Never! Her whole being was now reaching out to the man who would soon pass along this road.
“Just a minute,” a thought suddenly came to her mind. - Maybe he won’t go to Paris? No, It is Immpossible. He should live in Paris!”
However, there was no complete certainty about this. The waiting was starting to get on her nerves. Fifteen skeletons were already lying under her feet, she began to work on the sixteenth, when suddenly she heard the noise of a motor. Finally!
She saddled up the Solex and, with a short, energetic push, drove along the road.
A gray BMW rushed past.
Like a prima ballerina patiently waiting to take the stage, Sandra turned left and rushed like an arrow along the Rue de Alouettes, which overlooked the Parisian road. The wind ruffled her hair, her eyes shone, a dazzling smile enlivened her face. A short tennis skirt rose up from the air flow.
“A pale young girl in a rusty and black Solex,” she thought. “There should be a good song about this!”
She completely forgot about the groom.
Finally Sandra stopped at the foot of the hill. The roads in this part of the city were usually empty at lunchtime. The respectable residents of Rambouillet enjoyed their midday rest, playing bridge or tennis, and doing all sorts of other things behind the closed shutters of their houses. “He doesn’t know,” Sandra thought, “that the Parisian road makes a big bend, he doesn’t know about the shorter route along the Rue de Alouette.”
He doesn’t want to make claims on us, continued Adrien. — The fender of his car is badly bent.
— Are you saying that this car does not belong to James? - Sandra exclaimed, standing up.
Llewelyn looked at her again. A shadow passed over his face. He took her hand, laughed softly and said:
- This is not my car, Sandra.
Adrien de Monse suppressed a harsh remark, which was ready to roll off the tongue, and, turning to Adele, ordered tea to be served.
Squeezing Llewelyn’s hand, Sandra felt as if an electric current had pierced her body. Her father no longer looked at her, so she gave herself completely to this short moment of happiness. Nothing could change her desires now! James Llewelyn will be her first lover!
“Let me give you advice, Mademoiselle de Monse,” said Marc Renan. — Next time you feel ready to play the role of Juliet again, try to choose a real Romeo! I don’t have an unlimited number of BMWs.
A fake grin crossed his face. Sandra knew he could see right through her.
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