I'll take pictures myself. It's still dry for me.
This time with me everything went not quite according to the standard scenario described just above. A million thoughts about sex flew out of my head, but the attitude towards Anya was completely new for me. I had never experienced anything like this before, I didn’t seem to want to fuck at the moment, but I just wasn’t ready to let her go either. I was still drawn to her, but not as usual, somehow differently, I wanted unity with her, but not on the ordinary platonic level, it was something new and completely incomprehensible to me.
Well, what are we going to do?
The third person left the dacha.
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At first, this prospect did not make me very happy. Aunt Ira was a distant relative of my mother (I think she was a second cousin), who lived in an urban-type settlement in the neighboring region. She was 37 years old, she had not acquired a husband and backbiters, and, perhaps, therefore, she actively maintained ties with our family. True, parents and Aunt Ira had not communicated “live” for a long time, only by phone, and I myself saw her in the distant past, when she came to visit us, and remembered very vaguely.
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Do you understand, peach? he said angrily.
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