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Then I began to move the member already slightly more active, then stronger.
Fox entered the taste of new sensations and groaned, begging me not to stop.
I did not stop, slow gentle strokes entering it.
Sensing the approach of an orgasm, I sped up, and then Lisa moaned harder in time with my thrusts.
Without ceasing to enter her, I touched her lips, and Larisa immediately answered me, alternating kisses with gentle words; I did not understand everything, my mind was clouded, but nevertheless the words “dear”, “my sunshine”, “I love” reached my consciousness.

And when I was close to the final, Lisa firmly hugged my neck, screamed and finished moaning.
And the next moment I finished, right into it.
We were still half an hour lying embraced under a blanket, naked and happy.
I didn’t sleep, and Lisa, too, judging from the fact that she continued to stroke my chest.

She raised happy eyes on me and said: “Sunny.
I love you too.
Only.
I’m getting pregnant now, right? How am I going to Chelyabinsk? ”.
I kissed her back and said: “Little fox, firstly, we will go to Chelyabinsk together, and secondly, we will go to collect all the things you need for the first time and to please your parents, therefore, as an honest person, I must marry you.
And you.
Do you agree to marry me? ”
The fox kissed me with her eyes closed and whispered hardly to hear: “Yes.
“Outside the window, the moon appeared from behind the clouds, illuminating us and filling us with peace, tranquility and love.
of the way.
Friends.
- I see.
I nodded.
- Well ,.
- Everything.
- Everything.
fast language.
When the personnel department walls were completely unbearable, they suddenly called me into the office.
Handing the direction, they repeated continuously: – Urgent! The ship is on departure.
All spun.
By quickly filling out the necessary documents and dropping home, in the evening I accepted the case.

The ship stood loaded with lumber on Boulogne.
There is such a small portico on the north coast of France.
For some incomprehensible order, all that was needed was to change the team.
The people gathered from everywhere: from time off, holidays, from other motor ships.
It was necessary to get used to the flight.
Our cook arrived last.
When she entered the mess room, everyone opened their mouths.
A lush bust and a wide mill, with a fairly proportionate addition, necessarily attracted the eyes.
Puffy lips gave her pretty face a special attraction.
And all this – with growth somewhere meter ninety! – My name is Marina, – having greeted, she introduced herself and blushed.
As it soon turned out, the girl was modest.
It is not surprising that from the very beginning of the voyage of admirers, both overt and covert, Marina had more than enough.
But all their efforts were in vain.
She did not even reject the courting of her fans.
She simply ignored them.
Did not notice and everything.

Some it just depressed.
Somehow we checked with the boatswain cargo securing.
And so, while walking on the deck, he did not stop complaining.
- Well, what time? What kind of women? Earlier, it happened, you get to know each other, buy ice cream for thirteen kopecks, roll it on a tram – and it’s yours.
And now?.
- a handsome man shook his head sadly.
Nevertheless, Marina in the team fell in love.
She was kind, she was not offended at the jokes, and very soon not a single vessel meeting without her became impossible to imagine.
Screws stubbornly threshed water.
Watches were replaced by watches.
So we got to this very Boulogne.
The English Channel met with heavy rain and heavy waves from the Atlantic.
“In ten minutes we will be at the meeting point of pilots,” I reported to the captain.
“Navigator, go yourself, make sure that everything is the way,” he turned to me.
I put on my raincoat, pulled on my hood, and went down to the deck.
The pilot ladder was securely fixed.

At the open semi-shake the wet boatman squirmed.
We didn’t have time to spread a few phrases when the boat, which jumped out from behind the wall of rain, approached us and stopped the course.
A man in an orange raincoat started climbing the ladder.
The boatswain and I grabbed him by the arms, put him on deck, and looked at each other in surprise.
The fact is that the pilot was, to put it mildly, a height well below average.
Tall heels and huge fields of the cap only emphasized this.
But our views did not bother him at all.
He responded to my greeting in good English, and we stomped upstairs.
Opening the cabin door, I missed it forward and entered next.
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