- And I spit on nachfina! Goni two rubles! - All take! Thats an order! Lottery DOSAAF!

LVolgu | you can win! Bury tickets! - And I do not take it! You have no right! I have five children! And at two rubles I buy 15 loaves of bread! - You miser, Comrade Lieutenant! - Senior.

Comrade Chief Warrant Officer! - Take your lottery tickets and go away, comrade senior lieutenant! - And Im not saying take it!

Nachfin I did not decree! Throw my two rubles! - NO! - I go to the commander of the regiment! - Yes, even to the Divisional Commander!

Half an hour top sergeant senior warrant officer Traubaev father many children a family, put on the table cashier shelf note. LKasse. Senior warrant officer Traubaevu sell 1 ticket. By way of exception. Com.

Regiment, Lt. Col. Tskhay.

Painting. Number | Shining Traubaev got his blood ruble. The remaining officers and warrant officers silently took supplements to wages - two lottery tickets. Next - banal. A couple of months edition.

Checking the table, Traubaev almost choked! LVOLGA | ! ! ! A number- one number does not beat! He had - the last 8.

And the Volga - 9. The same! Sam- fool- handed, from the Volga- Volga refused! The unprecedented gains went to his neighbor in the house, snotty Lieutenant- bachelor. That he bought Ltraubaevsky | ticket to the load to his two.

Past the snow- white beauty of the Volga Traubaev each time passed with a groan, And before that - half drank. I almost flew out from service. The regimental commander regretted.

For the second time.

I ride in the bus. People enough, all sitting in front middle- aged woman with a face lecturer in the hands of a book in front of goggles, a bunch of hair, all the attributes of an intellectual refined " to life. " By salon wanders the conductor size " everywhere 100, ass from the seat to the seat ( on the aisle as the piston drives the passengers during rush hour, no doubt) . The conductor walks chanting his song about travel and regularly touches the elbow dotsentshi his body, from which the book twitches, and makes its owner disapproving frown.

In another setting dotsentsha not resist and made a remark, saying, be careful can you?

The answer was: " I work with, not blather, he says, FIFA asunder this and do not touch it accidentally. Dotsentsha so carefully looked at her and said, I do remember very well, well meet again, so much fat does not live long. shut the book.

When cleaning it in the bag, and turned the cover to me, met with my eyes and winked. Previously thought that creeps - a metaphor, no fig like, this view is not described in hichkokovskih scenarios. On the cover was written: " Handbook of forensic experts, the allowance for the pathologist " . . . .

In our neighborhood the night robbed a supermarket.

Vendors had to click on a button, cops came rolling almost immediately, the bandits hid inside, shots were exchanged, but some lukewarm - at first cops shoot once and then they yell something like " give in, b * * di" Come out with your hands up! " Then three minutes later, four returned the shot and a message like " go to x * y, c * ki! All you have to shoot the f * * no mother! " In general, all the cartridges saves. We are neighbors, of course, sticking out on the balconies - thats so, so fun! This lasted about thirty minutes, and then top dissatisfied woman cry: - Well, how much you can endure! Kill them and let people sleep ! ! ! ! !

A minute silence, then one of the cops asked a megaphone: - Woman, you are said to them or us?

Old story, but the memory still stands today. Island. I was seventeen years old, silly, studied at the 1- meter course.

The girl I was, classmate. Trained with her for seven times a day wherever possible and impossible.

Raskochegarilsya I complete, and then she goes on summer vacation in his native northern foothills of the Caucasus Mountains.

I was left alone in a mournful contemplation of their unclaimed opportunities. Sleep lost, but if you sleep, I had nightmares like the above in a previous post. The women something I liked, I know. Why? Nature does not offend me, in those years I was a master at the Leningrad " Stormy Petrel" ( class " A" ) striker, volleyball.

But to the female sex on the street to go was not trained. The words stuck in my throat, and except for something similar to mu- mu is not forcing itself. Friends of sympathy offered to represent the deaf- mute and crippled to get a chest poster content thereof ( not a secret, women are susceptible to disabilities) , but it did not fit into my early ethical representation. Institute girls openly flirted with me, but I was afraid of provocations.

I valued his girlfriend, then eventually we got married.

Not about this now. Since I could lose sleep and a place in the team, boiled x- p to play.

And I went to a nerve doctor for treatment. Im sitting in the queue, some of Grandma around, not on who look unstoppable.

Embarrassing. With them, the white dandelions that you take, and I, seventeen- year stallion, already Here, as they are crazy. Though run out.

Its painful. The door swung open noisily, and from there . . .

Mamma Mia! Here is an exclusive! No, Sophia Loren to her far. The one on the screen, but this - this is live, at a distance of hands.

Same slanted almond- gray eyes and nose with a light uo. Ay aquiline, the same black and red hair. Everything was close to this super- star. Blouse flatly refused to accommodate a ripe melon breasts, brown, leering mounds surrounding the nipples through the transparent fabric.

Skirt . . . she was ready to burst on its own and without my sight. I froze, unable to tear his eyes and put out the fire engulfed.

She gave the doctor some recent angry words, indifferent fastidiously looked about the place and stopped for a moment on me. I lost my breath.

I caught a shadow of a smile of encouragement ( can not be " thought" Oh, no, for sure! ) , And she quickly walked, rather, ran to the stairs to the exit. How wonderful it trembled on her shoulders colored hair, as they were too tight on her tight panties, frankly push the body through the thin fabric. Do you think there is a laundry that used entirely to retain the luxury of these forms, heavily flowing under vain guarding their mothers?

I showered the wind, filled with some unheard, not yet invented perfume, spring birch forest, and I do not mind submitting to a rose.

I watched her rapidly receding narrow back, amazingly thin waist and chiseled calves, one of which was blue small mole. Without giving a report, I walked after him. I forgot about the queue. I walked, head down and greedily snyuhival train her in the hallway smell like scurvy dog covered in estrus bitch, is not at all, and not thinking what will happen next.

She disappeared for some, I did not have time to notice the door, and Im at a loss stopped. I looked around. Old women followed me derisively.

A sort of screeched that I am summoned. Oh, how I envied that frail pimply kid- neurologist, his hands still exuded its magical vibes.

And this type, no doubt, the recent troechnik, sends me to a procedure called " circular shower. I will not trouble the reader with a description of this installation torture, I hope all is known, will only say that I felt for her sense of deep disgust.

Moreover, every time that I had to pull out from under the bottom of the moonshine a wooden stand for midgets, and a piece of wood without a fight did not give up, so meddama retirement age in a white coat irritation spent coaching, and I was standing with his back to her immodest pose, hopelessly trying to execute it.

Then the reference station voice, she published a command like: " Ill not try to hide, not the bath, and Im a health worker. Do not stand still, turn around . . . " and more something about the active points. She knew she would, by that period they all pathologically lowered down the stomach, and of the consequences. Fortunately, the old womans cries, like a whip, cooled who tried to rebel flesh. Moreover, a close dressing room at the entrance was common with women, and this is probably the most painful ordeal.

Peasants there I have never met, but those wrinkled lady stared at me intently, almost in his eyeglass without any apparent embarrassment as rare by sex and age of the instance types of homo sapiens, but no, more like a kind of fossil reptiles. Sometimes I hear: " Look at him, so young, little boy, and now . . . what is happening now, where taxiing?

Ai- ya- yay . . . " Then the dressing- room split in two, and I mentally relieved, sat alone in the mens bunker waiting for the signal at the entrance.

Enter supposed naked. Desk old woman was located opposite the side door, and from the left stretched the rubber track to the above- mentioned machines of torture. Thank God it was my last procedure.

The old woman stuck her head out the door and shouted shrilly: " Men still have? For you not to take! " And then there came the long- awaited final flourish - a call to the entrance. I pushed the door and stepped over the wet threshold. Just hearing the cry of old: " Ill, Im not aroused, I looked up and saw . . . Back to me in just a few steps away stood a naked woman.

That is, absolutely naked.

Moreover, she unsuccessfully tried to perform my designated thankless job - to extract from the rusty iron that same damn cradle. Her body bent to the floor, chest quivered from unsuccessful jerks.

Arc welding blinded wet buttocks with a narrow triangle of pristine sun- skin, traces of red, neatly trimmed beard between them and the place, who were appointed by her to cover up and lower turned calf, a familiar mole. I blinked, and then in a fog.

The woman turned around. She looked not me below, gasped, straightened up and walked quickly, yes, yes, meet, and where did she had to go, as not to yield. She pressed the top of the heap, the marble flesh that seeped through the treacherous thin spreading fingers with a sleek nails, and I can not imagine what to do, where to go, froze, covering her hands wrinkled from shame wretched body, I could not tear his eyes from her body. She walked through the narrow rubber track for the door, without raising her eyes, her nostrils flared, and a meter away from me, she threw her in the face of such angry, withering glance, which I so little, felt a thorough scoundrel, and in great confusion stepped on the cold tile sex.

Oh, that smell! An incredible effort, I restrained myself to not look back. And then on the back lashed old cry: " Where are you rushing the patient, Im not aroused. But once climbed, do not stand there like a statue, go through the procedure! " Huddled and continuing to cover the shame, I stood under the hot jet. On the stand, which she never managed to pull out.

Now my heel is covered by prints of her feet, the jet hit in its most active point, and they have me around. I closed my eyes caught the magical vibes . . . obsession with her body close, I could clearly see it in the same fixed stare pose. From a distance, through a veil of water jets, and the whistle I hear the familiar command: " The patients turning! Keep your hands! Do not close the active zone, as you repeat the same thing!

This is not the bath! In the end, I - health worker! " These phrases suddenly turn into another, perverse, lascivious sense.

Excellent - you are a health worker, I - psihbolnoy. With such demand there are not angry with me, the old, if that is not so. I completely gave sensations.

I clearly saw before him . . .

During the summer holidays I used to live with his uncle in his apartment.

His name is Daniel for 26 years.

My name is Igor 18.

And he very often led all sorts of beauties, they were closed in the room and zanimalil sex. For several hours. Their moans were shaking the walls.

One day he brought a stunning beauty girl with big boobs. Prior to that I put in the closet uncle my camera and covered her not to notice. The girl stayed overnight in the morning she got up early to Zavora coffee. And I lay in bed and wanted to go out and look at her, and walked as if in a toilet, and he looked at kitchen. And then to my gaze gets her big, plump breasts with small soskami.

Ya as if she did not see myself going, she tells me - Hi. I do not understand anything said to her, too, hello. And she did not hesitate carries near me ( naked srl) coffee. After that I went to bed excited, but for some reason, did not masturbate. - Okay you stay here, and we Irkoy go, and at night Ill tell you the good news. And to me the only thing that should have been, that they have gone faster.

I immediately got up took the camera and looked what they were doing, I confess honestly I have never seen in any porn movie. What they get up there! Watching that tape once Ive finished 5. Evening came, and Daniel came again with Ira and says - Is acquainted Il, it will be for you to watch while Im at work.

For myself, I shouted out loud - YES. The night was stormy with Ira Danilo again moaned all night.

And in the morning we all woke up, had breakfast and Daniel went to work and told me - Behave yourself Ira nice girl treated her politely and left. We stayed with Ira on one. She is very clever woman, she answered all my questions.

We chatted and she said - go see telly, I agreed.

But, unfortunately, did not show cable TV. And she says - Well, neither of which look terrible what some tape.

And she began to choose the tape slipped it into Vidic and sat next to me. At first the film was normal, breathtaking, but then went to a porno and Ira tried to rewind those moments, but then tired to wind and see the two of us nestesnyayas each other watching porn. And here in my head struck the thought of her chest and I said - And you have beautiful breasts. And a few seconds there was silence could be heard only the moans of porn. And then Ira says - Want to see them again? - Yes.

At this point, I saw how much she was excited by porn. I slowly led her hand to her breast and started massaging her Ira moaned. I started to unbutton buttons of her shirt. Took off her shirt, then her bra.

And started to kiss her big, little white chest and pink nipples. Then we started kissing on the lips, Ira did very well. She took off my pants and started to make me a blowjob - this I have not experienced any where.

My swollen to the limit of a member of the standing. I took off her panties tango touched her soft ass, and Im excited even more. She said she would enter into my pussy, I did what no reply has introduced his penis into her vagina. And he began schivelit hips faster and faster.

I finished Ira on his stomach, she said, lets once more, I also want to finish. I gain strength and brought her to orgasm. We bathed in the bathroom when we bathed, I massaged her vagina. After some time had nothing to do once we lay together in bed, I again started massaging her chest she took off her skirt and says to me, Come into me with Zadi, greased my cock with saliva, got cancer and I slowly began to enter the term in her anus At first she was hurt, but then she admitted to me that loves tional to sex than the others.

She moaned, and then she said - hit me in the ass I like it. What should I do, I hit. She quickly began to move ass and then flowed out of your ass some fluid, I was already on the brink of orgasm, I pull member and said bringing me to the end. She mouth brought me to orgasm. We swam again.

Evening came. Then came Daniel. But the groans of the night I can not hear.

The next day was good I Danilov and Ira went to the cottage to a friend Daniel. There were many young people, so it was a lot of girls. All the girls were in bikinis as there was a pool and we swam there.

And out of wet swimsuits have been seen all their charms. By evening, nearly all were drunk, I matzo any of the girls as much as they wanted their guys were in the bran. Then I have no understanding whatsoever grabbed one and we went to the backyard and there is fuck all the heart, her name was Light. In the morning Light has not something she could not remember, and I vaguely remembered. We had breakfast there and went home.

This story from Ira I repeated several times. I was in any position. But unfortunately the holidays coming to an end and I had to again return home to their parents. I am constantly reminded of these prekrastnye saturated sex summer vacation.

In one of the directors of schools a group of students performed serious work - making short historical film. When installing suddenly opened trivial error operator - in a corner of the frame alleged the 18 th century was flying the plane.

And since the case was far in the backwoods, lazy students in costumes and scenery, it was decided not to retake, and apply the latest computer technology - instead of the aircraft to mount the bird. The good hacks such as students was enough. 7- second clip of the historical film with deep meaning caused furor among critics of the school - in the corner of the frame above the heads of weeping love flying bird, leaving behind a trace gas.

WAT IS CONCREET DE BEDOELING??
De bedoeling is dat u op regelmatige basis een bericht toevoegt op uw blog. U kan hierin zetten wat u zelf wenst.
- Bijvoorbeeld: u heeft een blog gemaakt voor gedichten. Dan kan u bvb. elke dag een gedicht toevoegen op uw blog. U geeft de titel in van het gedicht en daaronder in het bericht het gedicht zelf. Zo kunnen uw bezoekers dagelijks terugkomen om uw laatste nieuw gedicht te lezen. Indien u meerdere gedichten wenst toe te voegen op eenzelfde dag, voegt u deze toe als afzonderlijke berichten, dus niet in één bericht.
- Bijvoorbeeld: u wil een blog maken over de actualiteit. Dan kan u bvb. dagelijks een bericht plaatsen met uw mening over iets uit de actualiteit. Bvb. over een bepaalde ramp, ongeval, uitspraak, voorval,... U geeft bvb. in de titel het onderwerp waarover u het gaat hebben en in het bericht plaatst u uw mening over dat onderwerp. Zo kan u bvb. meedelen dat de media voor de zoveelste keer het fout heeft, of waarom ze nu dat weer in de actualiteit brengen,... Of u kan ook meer diepgaande artikels plaatsen en meer informatie over een bepaald onderwerp opzoeken en dit op uw blog plaatsen. Indien u over meerdere zaken iets wil zeggen op die dag, plaatst u deze als afzonderlijke berichten, zo is dit het meest duidelijk voor uw bezoekers.
- Bijvoorbeeld: u wil een blog maken als dagboek. Dagelijks maakt u een bericht aan met wat u er wenst in te plaatsen, zoals u anders in een dagboek zou plaatsen. Dit kan zijn over wat u vandaag hebt gedaan, wat u vandaag heeft gehoord, wat u van plan bent, enz. Maak een titel en typ het bericht. Zo kunnen bezoekers dagelijks naar uw blog komen om uw laatste nieuwe bericht te lezen en mee uw dagboek te lezen.
- Bijvoorbeeld: u wil een blog maken met plaatselijk nieuws. Met uw eigen blog kan u zo zelfs journalist zijn. U kan op uw blog het plaatselijk nieuws vertellen. Telkens u iets nieuw hebt, plaats u een bericht: u geeft een titel op en typt wat u weet over het nieuws. Dit kan zijn over een feest in de buurt, een verkeersongeval in de streek, een nieuwe baan die men gaat aanleggen, een nieuwe regeling, verkiezingen, een staking, een nieuwe winkel, enz. Afhankelijk van het nieuws plaatst u iedere keer een nieuw bericht. Indien u veel nieuws heeft, kan u zo dagelijks vele berichten plaatsen met wat u te weten bent gekomen over uw regio. Zorg ervoor dat u telkens een nieuw bericht ingeeft per onderwerp, en niet zaken samen plaatst. Indien u wat minder nieuws kan bijeen sprokkelen is uiteraard 1 bericht per dag of 2 berichten per week ook goed. Probeer op een regelmatige basis een berichtje te plaatsen, zo komen uw bezoekers telkens terug.
- Bijvoorbeeld: u wil een blog maken met een reisverslag. U kan een bericht aanmaken per dag van uw reis. Zo kan u in de titel opgeven over welke dag u het gaat hebben, en in het bericht plaatst u dan het verslag van die dag. Zo komen alle berichten onder elkaar te staan, netjes gescheiden per dag. U kan dus op éénzelfde dag meerdere berichten ingeven van uw reisverslag.
- Bijvoorbeeld: u wil een blog maken met tips op. Dan maakt u telkens u een tip heeft een nieuw bericht aan. In de titel zet u waarover uw tip zal gaan. In het bericht geeft u dan de hele tip in. Probeer zo op regelmatige basis nieuwe tips toe te voegen, zodat bezoekers telkens terug komen naar uw blog. Probeer bvb. 1 keer per dag, of 2 keer per week een nieuwe tip zo toe te voegen. Indien u heel enthousiast bent, kan u natuurlijk ook meerdere tips op een dag ingeven. Let er dan op dat het meest duidelijk is indien u pér tip een nieuw bericht aanmaakt. Zo kan u dus bvb. wel 20 berichten aanmaken op een dag indien u 20 tips heeft voor uw bezoekers.
- Bijvoorbeeld: u wil een blog maken dat uw activiteiten weerspiegelt. U bent bvb. actief in een bedrijf, vereniging of organisatie en maakt elke dag wel eens iets mee. Dan kan je al deze belevenissen op uw blog plaatsen. Het komt dan neer op een soort van dagboek. Dan kan u dagelijks, of eventueel meerdere keren per dag, een bericht plaatsen op uw blog om uw belevenissen te vertellen. Geef een titel op dat zeer kort uw belevenis beschrijft en typ daarna alles in wat u maar wenst in het bericht. Zo kunnen bezoekers dagelijks of meermaals per dag terugkomen naar uw blog om uw laatste belevenissen te lezen.
- Bijvoorbeeld: u wil een blog maken uw hobby. U kan dan op regelmatige basis, bvb. dagelijks, een bericht toevoegen op uw blog over uw hobby. Dit kan gaan dat u vandaag een nieuwe postzegel bij uw verzameling heeft, een nieuwe bierkaart, een grote vis heeft gevangen, enz. Vertel erover en misschien kan je er zelfs een foto bij plaatsen. Zo kunnen anderen die ook dezelfde hobby hebben dagelijks mee lezen. Als u bvb. zeer actief bent in uw hobby, kan u dagelijks uiteraard meerdere berichtjes plaatsen, met bvb. de laatste nieuwtjes. Zo trek je veel bezoekers aan.

WAT ZIJN DIE "REACTIES"?
Een bezoeker kan op een bericht van u een reactie plaatsen. Een bezoeker kan dus zelf géén bericht plaatsen op uw blog zelf, wel een reactie. Het verschil is dat de reactie niet komt op de beginpagina, maar enkel bij een bericht hoort. Het is dus zo dat een reactie enkel gaat over een reactie bij een bericht. Indien u bvb. een gedicht heeft geschreven, kan een reactie van een bezoeker zijn dat deze het heel mooi vond. Of bvb. indien u plaatselijk nieuws brengt, kan een reactie van een bezoeker zijn dat deze nog iets meer over de feiten weet (bvb. exacte uur van het ongeval, het juiste locatie van het evenement,...). Of bvb. indien uw blog een dagboek is, kan men reageren op het bericht van die dag, zo kan men meeleven met u, u een vraag stellen, enz. Deze functie kan u uitschakelen via "Instellingen" indien u dit niet graag heeft.

WAT IS DE "WAARDERING"?
Een bezoeker kan een bepaald bericht een waardering geven. Dit is om aan te geven of men dit bericht goed vindt of niet. Het kan bvb. gaan over een bericht, hoe goed men dat vond. Het kan ook gaan over een ander bericht, bvb. een tip, die men wel of niet bruikbaar vond. Deze functie kan u uitschakelen via "Instellingen" indien u dit niet graag heeft.


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