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Whether a strict look, whether words, but here we are in the room.
Angela almost on the threshold dropped her shoes and I realized what a relief for her.
“Martini, grapes?” “Yes, a little bit.”
We went to the balcony.
Light breeze, under the window disco.
“It seems we will have everything today,” flashed through my mind.
“Maybe a disco?” And both laughed at my question.
Angela pretty much cheered up.
Began to twitter.
She told where she came from, how she worked, about her son.
I smoked.
I looked at the night sea and quietly moved closer.
“Let’s go inside,” Angela asked.
She sat on the bed, t.
to.
The chair was littered with my belongings, and there were documents on the chair.
I sat on the floor, leaning on the bed.
“Well, that you! Get up! You do not know how the guests are removed,” Angela cried out and pulled my hand to her, on the bed.
On my bed.
I did not hesitate.
Rising from the floor, without ceasing to tell a joke, approached her so much that stretching his lips could touch her.
So it seemed to me.
This moment: our lips towards each other, stretched forever! I still can not understand, but the feeling that her lips were looking for mine.
Slightly full, wet, very tender.
We kissed and kissed.
We caressed each other’s lips with our lips.
It could go on forever! My hand, as if separate from my consciousness, decided that everything was possible for her.

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I stroked her tight knees in the place where the skirt ended (although in this situation).
Angela slightly spread her legs, inviting me further, but the hand moved up another route and through the fabric of the blouse and, as it later turned out to be a bra, I felt a tremendously swollen nipple.
I started stroking Angela’s chest through clothes.
Investigated the hollow between the breasts.
I came across a row of buttons, a second chest.
Squeezed harder than my angel caused a moan of happiness.
Angela at this time unbuttoned my belt and jeans.
I began to unbutton my blouse and, when I succeeded, I crawled under my bra and freed my chest from fabric captivity.
Angela almost coped with her task, but then I slightly changed positions and, hanging over her, releasing my second breast, my lips stuck in the nipple grape.
It was an incredible feeling! I squeezed him with my lips and caressed with the tip of my tongue, licked and blew so that She could feel the breath of the wind, with the tips of her fingers caressed the second nipple.
Angela dissolved in bliss.
She forgot about my fly and, no longer leaning back, lay on the bed, slightly moaning.
But there are still obstacles on my way.
Not looking up from caressing my chest, I began to unbutton the last buttons on my blouse.
When the fabric fell, I became the tip of the tongue to display fancy patterns on Angela’s belly, caressing her breasts with her palms.
She was breathing so hard.
There was a complete feeling that the woman is now, this minute is ending.
“There are no perfect lovers,” He said.
– What about you? – She asked with that smile, from which he always

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– I’m not a perfect lover.
Because you feel bad to me.
– I’m good with you.
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