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Author: Ulrich Reinders 0, na kitten, ”said a strange voice,. Had a dispute?“I stood at the sink in the women’s toilet finder Irish-Pub and looked up surprised. It was true that my friend had just made me a terrible scene. The unknown could probably read thoughts. Although I did not return anything to her, she came over to me and stroked the bottom of my chin as if she crawled a kitten. She was beautiful and was scary to me too.

Her eyes were pitch black, her hair was just as black, she made her full lips in a dark violet. “You should never cry for men,” she said and pulled her black neckerchief off the neck to dry a tear on my cheek. Then she let the tip of the cloth slide into my decorative. I shivered involuntarily. What did she want? When she pushed me into one of the toilet cabins, I did not oppose her any resistance.

She locked the door and connected my eyes to me. A moment of waiting passed. I knew she was standing in front of me, but I didn’t feel it. Then her full lips suddenly lay on my mouth. Her Tongue Uranged me, my long -fingered hands encompassed my breasts, and the next moment they pushed themselves under my skirt. I felt your demanding access. She penetrated deep into me.

Her fingertips rolled over my pearl and inflamed a fire. I moaned hoarse when I came. Although her touch had only taken a few minutes, I had to lean against the shabby wall of the cabin because my knees were trembling. I didn’t move. When I finally pulled the cloth off my eyes, she was gone. Also in the pub she was not found anywhere. Only the cloth that I held firmly in my hands testified that I encounter had not dreamed.

I still like to wear it today when I go out. And every now and then I meet a grieving girl on such evenings.

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