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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.

I went to bed with the same spiritual nervousness. Maybe I'll call the blonde.

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You die in a hot ass

The light shone in the window indecently those smooth cheeks. Inviting, obscenely parted. Sharp shadows. Who can carry around an ass like that? Memories tinged with a pale face, blond hair. My head is heavy. Smell of whiskey and cigarettes. The balls ache almost pleasant. The cock craving, stretched from the fiction of a new day. It's okay. Some mornings you feel like a God The adage among those deadly ass. Residence disarray. I could stay there for the rest of my days, I think. Die so happy. Everyone should be able to decide its end. It comes from a cunt and you die in a hot ass. All row. Heat rough and welcoming.
then kissed her neck. Blind cat's movements, excited, surprised. I like to fuck in the morning. The evening, though. Those shoulders are just smooth continuation of the slow and pleasant agony. The push slowly into the cunt. If the fixes. Sit back, he knows his stuff. I move over that snake lascivious, who writhes and pants. And pushing, groping for a body electric. Caught in a carnivorous cunt, try to tame it perched on his shoulders hunched, his ass raised, to receive it through. God have mercy on me! I'm enjoying the Sunday of the Lord. And I continue to fuck her slowly, decisive blow.
The thud of his flesh with each blow pops, intoxicate me. I push, accelerometers to understand nothing.
"Uhhhhh ... Do not come, please!".
I try. Slow down, I am the prodigal, games and hip hits the kidneys. I warn you squirm, tighten between pursed lips. Becoming suffused moans groans and coarse free. Then a more intense finish. The
extension. Discreet. I'm going to cum just above the ass, as usual. Not this morning. It 's a Sunday sentimental. I give up.
"Come here, baby ...". Has the light of a nasty habit satisfied, in the eyes. He bends over, grabs still tense, pulsating veins blood mad, holds in his hand. She wants to soothe her, thanking him in his own way. What is the point? I subtract, I takes a kind of affected modesty.
A coffee, a lucky strike and some horrible cough. Naked on the kitchen chair, I try to think. I aspire to breathe. Then turn off the overflowing ashtray. Still brutal cough. And I think that will not do shit! It makes no sense. Do not use the pill. Well. To me the condom with a sense of detachment. Creampie Pussy is a mission for children with the line side. Fucking in installments not excite me. Then you need to come meet me halfway. Fucking Democrat. I'll be back in the room. I put them on the coffee table, and I throw them back between the sheets. I watch her drink. Search me perplexed and tangled with the cup in his hands. Then the pose.
"Are you angry? What is it? Mica understand you, sometimes ...". Its crown
clear and then broken down, it settles between my legs. Grab the chapel between his lips, already shiny and swollen under the warm tongue. Bursts of excitement. Adora slowly lick it, after enjoying. Do not get tired, everything tasted. I have sweaty balls. The lollipop, then dating kinky. A blow to the side and eyes closed, hands free. Only wet lips. Language tense, now soft, shiny draw borders. Savor slowly envelops him. Sucks strong, swallows up to be tickled his throat, then resumed in a slow lap and indecent, bitch moans as devout. Christ language mad! Crazy. A chill that starts from the back, runs the ball as hard as marble, going back on the rod, and wrap the chapel which it contracts. It also warns you my pleasure coming, pulls a bit 'higher up the shirt, rubs it between her breasts bare and soft. Pressure on my buttocks, then he lets slip on wet lips parted. Stifled a gasp, and abundant streams.
The strength of a pending orgasm. It is not at all. It pushes the first face, the other less intense on her tits and stretched clear. Lecca, I swallow hot. Then clean up the residue, is a few seconds to wet the lips. Children's games and kisses on the rod soaked. Sketching a face and a satisfied smile, then reaches across the table, again showing the bare back. Pulls a cigarette and lights it. I look at her curiously. I like the mole on the edge of the lips make-up and flushed. It lies still sticky on my chest. Throw out a few puffs distracted and look at the wall.

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What a nice dinner ... My personal Christmas Eve

... the one made with my special person who sings with a fork to mo 'looking at me with a microphone, and only stops to snap a frozen pizza.

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It 's a long time since I do not write on the blog, to excuse my part I would say that I come back late from work or in the middle I had to move to the new house. The simple truth is that we still do not have internet (yet the pen to my uncle who lives downstairs) and then write often becomes a mess.

To reverse the trend I want to tell my Christmas Eve, if you think you read a section taken from a story by Dickens, smiling with family around a fire, intent to wait to exchange gifts under the tree, you are wrong. But big.

How many years in my family is tattered consetuedine spend the eve at the home of my maternal grandmother in Castelnuovo Garfagnana, in the heart of the Apuan Alps.

Only as the years go by all, which inevitably leads to changes in costumes: 1-I

cousins \u200b\u200b"purchased" (or their relatives of mine) with whom I have always had a great relationship, because being males, gli argomenti sono sempre stati calcio, fiche e sbronze epiche. Ma, mentre fino a pochi anni fa il 100% delle discussioni incentrato sulle tette della Yespica o sul culo della Hunziker, magari parallelizzato a come dopo un paio di bocce di vino ogni ragano ti pare un angelo di Victoria's Secret, adesso mi rendo conto che parliamo un buon 60% di lavoro, un 30% della casa e del vivere da solo e solamente il restante 10% di cose importanti.

2-la mia nonna comincia a sentire il peso degli anni (è del '16), il che vuol dire non solo che è sorda come una campana, ma vuol dire anche che non mi riconosce da mio cugino Andrea. Il che non è poi così grave, se non fosse per il fatto che che quando mi ha scambiato per lui eravamo tutti and two feet in front of her, you saw "Star Wars II-L'attacco of the Clones"? More or less ...

3-daughter of my cousin is 14 years old very pretty, which perhaps gave the pearl of the evening: her former "boyfriend" (oh my God how old) was presented to greet the whole family. And believe me, it takes guts to sell to do so.
In reality more than to sell to throw their own, because the boy (a sort of draft of Zac Efron), he was so drunk that my cousin had to take him home in the car, but not before he had repeated his dinner in the world on a pitch down the road.

Now all the above, it happened while I, my mother and my cousin, all from wringing, sang our typical Christmas song:

Federico Fanfulla from Lodi,
knight of great renown,
was led by a 'in a room by a woman
easy to love.

And ride, ride, ride,
Fanfulla eventually collapses,
awakens the sad bitch:
"A hundred crowns you have to give me!"

Fuck, fuck, fuck
Fanfulla replied, angry,
"Twenty shields I had already given, the other eighty
take them in culture "

Spend a day, two days, three days,
itching feels great bird,
cos' is this bad novel
Dide me that Mother Nature?

was called a doctor to cry
what was then said Fanfulla
here need to cut a ball,
if you want to avoid runoff.

The moral of this story
is summed with the law of Meng:
who takes it in the ass, if you keep it, if
keep it for eternity.

So what can we say? I love my family.

PS: the old and not know who Zac Efron, get it on the Internet is the idol of teenagers from around the world ...

OLD !!!!!!!!!!!!