I woke up nervous. the photo shows my inner unrest. He says the premier. Witness Emilio Fede launching a service: "What crisis? In recent months, has increased the time that the Italians devoted to hobbies. Long walks in the center, refreshing park days ...". Believe you me, an unemployed genius. The crisis will be there, but I decided to rent one room, to pay for my cigarettes. An ad very spartan "room for rent single quiet person. Lower prices and free environment. ".
"free environment" must have misled a couple of homosexuals with eyebrows plucked. No objection, but the idea of \u200b\u200blistening to the moans of live two fags that mate, I'm not bedridden. I told you. They said five other people. I set some appointments yesterday, others next week.
From the balcony I scrutinized the first suitor. An overweight man, with dreadlocks tied in a ponytail and a huge backpack on her shoulder. I opened the same. Maybe he brought a beer. He had brought. I sent him away.
"I'm sorry, I have already let.. "
"Why, last night told me that it was available."
"I closed tonight. Problems? ".
He left with a shrug. He hysterically
telephones in the second. I opened. A brown boy with the hair and square frame glasses thin. Student in literature and philosophy. The gaunt face and a chilling smile. The eyes deviated so manic. It looked like so disturbing to Alberto Stasi, the alleged killer of Chiara Poggi. I held the door.
"I'm sorry, but seek not a student.." He's gone without pulling out the hatchet from his bag.
Then came a girl. I confess that I had a match by email the night before, with the candidate. Sounded good to her personality in a professional manner. Eventually he sent me five photos attached. Three in orange bikini on holiday in Greece. Two other self-portraits home, winking. Not bad, really. perhaps he wanted to bribe me.
am not opposed to living with girls. As a student I had in two tizie very nice house for six months. We would spend our evenings of solitude, all three in the same bed naked. More dispassionate and sincere in friendship. I lost 9 pounds, I burned my dick so perennial, but I managed to graduate. Fill in the dead time between one game and the other studying. Thanks to them I'm a doctor. Wow! But now I'm a mature man. Some things do not appeal to me much anymore. As usual, at least.
I opened. A blonde one meter and sixty-one with the shoes. It was one of the photos. Robes and made them anyway. Twenty-four years, but looked nineteen. I showed her the room and the house. He seemed excited and apprehensive. Two round ass bursting wrapped in tight jeans and squeezed her breasts in a black shirt under the jacket cheeky. I sat her down. This parade is the pink purse and a teenager showed a mischievous light in his eyes, dark makeup so light.
I assumed that the expression of Morgan quaff coca-cola (with hair are there), and I thoroughly interrogated. A sign of the "more" and "Less" on the notebook, looking stern. She had a face less and less amused, as they pursue us with questions. And I looked at the crack of boobs.
I wanted to know everything. After a quarter of an hour of questioning, he blurted out. His eyes were pleading.
"Excuse me, but I just need a room, you do not understand quest'interrogatorio ... then I wrote everything by mail."
(temper beautiful girl! Other "less" on the block).
'E' right to know a bit '. I've never at home. Maybe later this month I moved elsewhere.. "
He looked at me like I was a dangerous diversion of mind. I offered her a cigarette, making a beautiful smile sdrammatizzante.
"I do not smoke.". (Other double minus.).
"Look, but as you can see, I do not do case on ...".
"Neither do I ...".
"In any case we share only the kitchen. I do not cook ever.. "
Now it was about to call the brigade. I continued.
"It 's just make this clear. Let's say I do not do a regular life ... I travel a lot, I'll see you soon.. "
"I had not realized that you were a regular basis. Six salesman? ".
"Sort of. Then he may happen to see me naked around the house, slamming against the furniture. Morning is a delicate moment. ".
"It's not a problem, I saw nude men. I do not even trouble to stand naked in front of people.. "
"Yes, I had guessed from the photos a little something ...".
"I'm a normal girl.".
Then I said goodbye.
"Ok. I'll let you know soon. ". It feels a sadistic pleasure of revenge by pronouncing that sentence.
I have drawn a profile quickly. Uninhibited, naive, clubbers, a lover of promiscuous sex and fellatio swallow. Under the twenty-six years have all the worship of the blowjob with swallow. It 's the first thing you learn, then come the three-digit multiplication. Not mistaken, my stats speak for themselves. I have a black book. It 's the trend of young girls is rampant. Despite
these good credentials, I have not deemed suitable for a harmonious coexistence. I did not like. Too young, too safe, too silly. Then, no sentimental ties to the choice, many male friends. Of passionate individuals and feasts of the haves-nothing. A chick who prefers to live together with the boys, because women are jealous. The envy of women is directly proportional to the degree of mignottaggine envy. It is well known. The idea to put myself in a whore house that is not mine, not the best. Rejected! But I kept the number. You never know.
"free environment" must have misled a couple of homosexuals with eyebrows plucked. No objection, but the idea of \u200b\u200blistening to the moans of live two fags that mate, I'm not bedridden. I told you. They said five other people. I set some appointments yesterday, others next week.
From the balcony I scrutinized the first suitor. An overweight man, with dreadlocks tied in a ponytail and a huge backpack on her shoulder. I opened the same. Maybe he brought a beer. He had brought. I sent him away.
"I'm sorry, I have already let.. "
"Why, last night told me that it was available."
"I closed tonight. Problems? ".
He left with a shrug. He hysterically
telephones in the second. I opened. A brown boy with the hair and square frame glasses thin. Student in literature and philosophy. The gaunt face and a chilling smile. The eyes deviated so manic. It looked like so disturbing to Alberto Stasi, the alleged killer of Chiara Poggi. I held the door.
"I'm sorry, but seek not a student.." He's gone without pulling out the hatchet from his bag.
Then came a girl. I confess that I had a match by email the night before, with the candidate. Sounded good to her personality in a professional manner. Eventually he sent me five photos attached. Three in orange bikini on holiday in Greece. Two other self-portraits home, winking. Not bad, really. perhaps he wanted to bribe me.
am not opposed to living with girls. As a student I had in two tizie very nice house for six months. We would spend our evenings of solitude, all three in the same bed naked. More dispassionate and sincere in friendship. I lost 9 pounds, I burned my dick so perennial, but I managed to graduate. Fill in the dead time between one game and the other studying. Thanks to them I'm a doctor. Wow! But now I'm a mature man. Some things do not appeal to me much anymore. As usual, at least.
I opened. A blonde one meter and sixty-one with the shoes. It was one of the photos. Robes and made them anyway. Twenty-four years, but looked nineteen. I showed her the room and the house. He seemed excited and apprehensive. Two round ass bursting wrapped in tight jeans and squeezed her breasts in a black shirt under the jacket cheeky. I sat her down. This parade is the pink purse and a teenager showed a mischievous light in his eyes, dark makeup so light.
I assumed that the expression of Morgan quaff coca-cola (with hair are there), and I thoroughly interrogated. A sign of the "more" and "Less" on the notebook, looking stern. She had a face less and less amused, as they pursue us with questions. And I looked at the crack of boobs.
I wanted to know everything. After a quarter of an hour of questioning, he blurted out. His eyes were pleading.
"Excuse me, but I just need a room, you do not understand quest'interrogatorio ... then I wrote everything by mail."
(temper beautiful girl! Other "less" on the block).
'E' right to know a bit '. I've never at home. Maybe later this month I moved elsewhere.. "
He looked at me like I was a dangerous diversion of mind. I offered her a cigarette, making a beautiful smile sdrammatizzante.
"I do not smoke.". (Other double minus.).
"Look, but as you can see, I do not do case on ...".
"Neither do I ...".
"In any case we share only the kitchen. I do not cook ever.. "
Now it was about to call the brigade. I continued.
"It 's just make this clear. Let's say I do not do a regular life ... I travel a lot, I'll see you soon.. "
"I had not realized that you were a regular basis. Six salesman? ".
"Sort of. Then he may happen to see me naked around the house, slamming against the furniture. Morning is a delicate moment. ".
"It's not a problem, I saw nude men. I do not even trouble to stand naked in front of people.. "
"Yes, I had guessed from the photos a little something ...".
"I'm a normal girl.".
Then I said goodbye.
"Ok. I'll let you know soon. ". It feels a sadistic pleasure of revenge by pronouncing that sentence.
I have drawn a profile quickly. Uninhibited, naive, clubbers, a lover of promiscuous sex and fellatio swallow. Under the twenty-six years have all the worship of the blowjob with swallow. It 's the first thing you learn, then come the three-digit multiplication. Not mistaken, my stats speak for themselves. I have a black book. It 's the trend of young girls is rampant. Despite
these good credentials, I have not deemed suitable for a harmonious coexistence. I did not like. Too young, too safe, too silly. Then, no sentimental ties to the choice, many male friends. Of passionate individuals and feasts of the haves-nothing. A chick who prefers to live together with the boys, because women are jealous. The envy of women is directly proportional to the degree of mignottaggine envy. It is well known. The idea to put myself in a whore house that is not mine, not the best. Rejected! But I kept the number. You never know.
I went to bed with the same spiritual nervousness. Maybe I'll call the blonde.
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