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Brewing strong coffee, I laid a table in the room and lay down on the couch, waiting for the guest.
It was possible, of course, to join him.
But on the eve of the sauna was taken, and I did not dare to once again shine in front of the boy with my shaggy nudity.

My body is in excellent shape, but, nevertheless, this body is a 40-year-old man.

The coffee was cooling off, chilling in the Chateau freezer, and the guy was clearly not in a hurry to reveal his radiant purity to me.
But then, finally, together with Morricone, the splash in the bathroom.
I replaced him with Vivaldi’s rondo and saw him in the door wrapped in the Sparrow bathrobe, which was clearly too big for him. porn webcam anal
His rosy face shone with joy, wet hair stuck out in all directions.
Tangled in the long floors, he got to the armchair that stood next to the table, comfortably umozil in it and, taking a glass with the already spilled Chianti, somewhat perplexedly said: – And I waited, waited for you in the bathroom, but you are not going.

Well, tired, I went out.
No, I’m lying.
So you got there great! Not that barely a warm shower in the hostel.
And my aunt and that is not.
Sipping wine in small sips, and jamming it with slices of cheese, he looked around the room, throwing cautious glances at me, and then spoke again: “Is this what you live here?” And why did not the window close? Oh, yes – there is nobody to pry.
It hurts here deserted somehow and.
not like your lodging.
Even though I was here just a couple of days ago.
And he aired, and the protopil, of course, in everything was felt to the attentive viewer a certain abandonment, lack of constant care, human participation and warmth.
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