- Postoj, , Wait, ! Undress Me. Its

- Postoj, , wait, ! Undress me. Its body was perfect, forms - classical, maybe, a little . The rough scar on the right truncated hip saw transferred here, apparently, from absolutely other person. It was the young woman in the prime of life and desires. Somewhere in subconsciousness, the truth, has confused me any not skilled vanity of its movements, but, having clung a breast to its gentle hills, I have forgotten about all. Has forgotten for a short while. It. Was. The virgin!. - well, well, well! That you have stopped! Give, - she has hot whispered. - give! Give! Do the part! Affairs-and-ah!. - you it is very sick? - Me it is very good! About my man, my first man in thirty years! I have waited the beloved, I so long waited for you! - she cried, covered my person with kisses, laughed, has then run to wash, having taken away from - under me a bed-sheet with glowing stains. Has then returned and has moved to wash me. - however, you are not too shy, - I have noticed after its quite master's reference with me.