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Older people still remember one of the great achievements of existing socialism the mandatory construction camp for college students and college students at the agricultural harvest Economically it was just damage but you could hang out for a week or two In addition to primitive conditions (common large dormitory lack of hot water) there was a great relaxation Lots of booze and all those great girls () the way they used to wear swimsuits and stuff New co-conspiracies minor interdependencies clandestine group clusterfuckings that we've experienced as a real small revolution (We actively contributed to relaunching the communist dictatorship especially when we allowed the secretary-general's daughter-in-law to "get in" In fact as a former resistance fighter I should be at the head of a party)
This (also) described the era that some politicians had claimed as the Golden Age of Hungarian history in the heat of the recent election campaign Could it be that the mention or absence of the" S " together depended on him being left out of the good or maybe they took him in too ?
If it's autumn it's mandatory construction camp Early morning assembly at suburban distribution station During the long chitchat it was Brandy Wine who brought what The girls drank too if not so much Arriving at remote abandoned train station At that time twenty-year-old tarp trucks ("fakarus") were rolling on dirt roads with their youth At best a long (non-heated ) farm building served as night accommodation at worst 30 V 40 personal military tents  But it was usually a warm September and it didn't really matter Stahanovist from the city Career-hungry nerdy little Peckerwoods panting between vines or orchards trying to get us to meet the "norm" What did we care? Nothing we were just laughing hanging out and most of all trying to track down the best girls in the class who in one or two-piece bathing suits bowing diligently or stretched out on the ladder picking the fruit caused unbearable back-alley bloodlust to work on boys who barely even represent themselves
By then we were in the third grade me and my little friend Barbara
We had been dating since the first weeks of the first year after three years we were almost married Barbara the former provincial middle-class family who had once had better days lived in a dormitory The Girls ' College which was supposed to be closed in front of the boys where in the spirit of pure socialist morality it was only possible to hold hands in the lounge offered great opportunities for secret little encounters provided that one could win the doorman's corruption with alcohol
Barbara medium height short brown hair bright warm brown eyes forever mischievous hidden very provocative smile was one of the" Good Girls"
He wasn't exactly the thin type and he had a hunch that family life would fatten him up later He took care of himself awkwardly swam a lot was an active member of the college handball team I learned to appreciate that when he held me between his muscular thighs at the moment She had beautiful breasts with a zero-drop firm tact and a pale pink nipple yard rising up and falling apart The tiny strawberry nipples on my fingers and palms were able to gently massage my hands into smaller strawberry sizes
He had a strong hip and always described himself as a large-assed man when the two spheres which were swinging firmly round corresponded to his height
Her strong but well-arched thighs were finely padded inside which on and off held my head on and off depending on where we were in the foreplay
For someone who wasn't the first one in his life it wasn't that easy to knock him down He was my first educated taught As a hard-working student I tried to meet my teacher (who was a year older by the way)
Yet happiness was not uninterrupted His civil traditions (at the time in terms of the terminology:the vestiges of kispogári) constantly encouraged him to direct me to the safe haven of marriage It was particularly unpleasant when I was wet with excitement trying to get the acorn of a gun not yet skilled in the elongation technique to get past the tight entrance Ring of his pussy When a poor student is asked in such a situation if he loves a young beauty who is naked underneath him who is an idiot who doesn't say yes with passion? But if the young girl had just tried to talk to me about a sign-in date with the Registrar (reactionary clerical case: the priest) it was like a summer rain on a ripe wheat fisherman My penis immediately fell with a despondent guilt under the terrible weight of sin:
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