My wife likes to suck my cock in public places

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All the erotic events in this novel have a real basis and I have personally experienced them I changed the people the location and the frame story
E-mail: rumzeiss1@dpghu 2001 summer car
   I wonder how many people felt how much the forest smelled In the summer the summer dewy floral early morning deer winches or in the evening when the warm - caressing mountain wind starts to move towards the valleys leaving no intention of killing the good-nosed wild boar's young At this time the Forest keeper sits and watches long listening to the sound of the velvety evening: the sound of Blackbird's curfew the distant passing cuckoo the suspicious howling of wild boars from the rugged - age ash or the distant murmur of the city's bustling life
   For twenty-five years I have served as a Woodsman on Adam's roof of the rugged forest farm and how many times but how many times have I sat through unsuccessful night - time or moonlit night-watchers I am resting my hand in the arms of Mauser gazing at the corners of the clearing in case now that black spot as if it had moved When I look at my telescope I know that hawthorn bush will never walk out of the corn sprayer in The Shape of a pig How cleverly put was Count Zsigmond Széchenyi the famous Hunter-writer in the holidays: hunting is wild and wild but more forest kicks
   In such lonely and boring expectations my thoughts turn to Sin To My Eternal wife my girlfriend or some imaginary never-existed virtual beauty When I have rested and rested in the afternoon I find it hard to sit and the whirlpool of my erotic thoughts turns me deeper and deeper and slowly I become a prisoner of my own longing fantasy - I must go To hell with the pigs I won't catch anything tonight I'd just miss with my trembling hands But my hands aren't shaking because I just spent the fifth X this year When it comes to hunting my hands and eyes are always fast and punctual But I cannot control the strange messages of my body and instinct When I'm in the throes of desire not only my hands but my whole body trembles
   How is it possible what do you do that at your age you are so young and springy and full of life? I'm often asked by friends acquaintances and of course most intimate secret lady friends You're asking the wrong question - I answer-What am I not doing? I don't smoke I never smoke because I don't like it I rarely smoke in public but only when I've had too much to drink However this is very rare so I don't drink I sometimes drink a glass of sparkling Sycamore on a warm summer night but I do not drink a drink at all unless I count that stampedli Ecsedi drink which I do on good family days - for my wife Aniko's sake because she likes this kind of delicacy - I fold I'm not neglecting her nor am I neglecting my physical health It's easy for a forest ranger you might think to walk in the fresh air all the timeI run my little Suzuki SUV all over my perimeter and if you have to talk to the workers about anything you can walk 20 or 30 meters that doesn't make my body look good except my stomach
You have to be conscious about moving a lot and intensively if you don't want to get fat slow down and go soft after 40 Where do I get the energy? Sex keeps my body straight my soul strong
   It's 10: 30 in the evening something to drive me home leaving the moonlit summer hunt insatiable desire for Aniko my wife I'm hurrying to reach my SUV ignoring the silent hidden forest movement clanging I know Aniko's done everything at home and I think she's taking a bath or she's already taking a bath Oh but I would like to be a towel at such a time to walk through every inch of her fragrant skin with my frostbite fluffy to soak up the sparkling water from her body to drink from the lotus - flower Cup the honey - flavored nectar to roll over her hard nipples and Ana's ring until she is covered in rose-red blood
   In 20 minutes I'm gonna stop in the garage of our service apartment and the bathroom lights are on
   At the door I quietly pull down my light boots hang the gun and the bag on the antler rack of the hall and slip quietly towards the bathroom The door is open a crack and there's a sweet fresh scent of a woman through the mist I'll watch Aniko take a bath He's in the tub taking a shower I'm dropping my sweaty green clothes without a sound naked standing in front of the door in phallos peeking I'm peeping I who have so much respect for privacy have never even opened my children's letters even when they were little
   I'm standing here looking at the dewy Blonde of my beloved Aniko()

 

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