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life is a side job by Uwe Prink
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life is a part-time job

I was together with Judith. Judith was a delicate, slim girl with boyish hips and narrow pear-shaped, striking Mopsbürschchen. Her skirt was no more than a wide belt. All very compelling. Blinds down. Curtains. Outside it was raining anyway. As in most cases. That the scene was a bit dim. One of the advantages of Northern Germany. Now it was already
hands you a bit Go wandering. But be careful. I was so shy. Per quarter hour, three to four centimeters. Just do nothing wrong.
What stood still in the> Bravo \u0026lt;? Where were the erogenous zones? Ah yes, behind the ears, neck. The soft skin between the thighs. Shit - tights! How was it then on the legs? With his fingers on the tights's it exciting enough. The higher, the hotter.
was now gone an eternity. Finally, the upper end of the pantyhose. Crappy rubber tensioners. Slip together with the rubber in duplicate. It was difficult to handle. But if you're already here.
slowly worked my hand in front of Paradise. Centimeters by inch, with progressive loss of blood circulation in the hand crept toward Bermuda Triangle. The wrist was deaf. The Ten
changer for the singles was still good his work. "I'm A Loser, I 'm A Loser. And I'm not what I appear to be ... "
How should I caress the soft inner skin of the leg when the hand is forced by this miserable, tight synthetic fiber flat? Moreover, the whole body posture on the duration of a complete spasm. But what you do not do for Paradise. The whole affair was also in silence.
uncertainty or quiet enjoyment? Be a man and move on. The pubic hair was achieved. A new attraction under the fingers. Female pubic hair. Pretty hard, these hairs. But now on. What was that again, clitoris? Perhaps even the clitoris. Hihi. Light circles. The hand dies. But I think you like it. Will she find me well now, I have done my homework.
Oswald Kolle: "The miracle of love '. Should I poke a finger? Of course, as you shall otherwise know how it is. Jungle fever, soft, warm and humid. Cosmic. In fact, Oswald had promised not to much. I was on target and it was exciting. Strangely, however, that I do not remember her touch?
We spent many wonderful afternoons as pioneers in unexplored areas. Exciting it was.
had now taken over the basement room I of wolves, because the aunt had moved to Anne Marie. Why? No idea. Quarrels with the old, the family corner, I do not know. I was certainly happy. But now I could hold my own Pettingspiele in the hut. The course was home advantage.
I was proud of the wallpaper. My brother Rolf called it "modern art. Crazy abstract patterns.
At Christmas, I get a record player. A musician 105V by Telefunken. Designed for stereo. It took only a second amplifier for the other channel. The old radio with a wooden chassis was ideal. With a Adapter for banana plug had to flip it.
The bands were now more numerous. The Kinks: "Sunny Afternoon," "You Really Got Me '. The Troggs: "Wild Thing '. The Small Faces: 'Tin Soldier', intense, absolute spin. This quiet piano intro and then driving Losheizen, this force, this energy is incredible. In general everything was in English and "The". Then the Beach Boys. »Bababa, bababaranne, babaraaanne ..." American and won well, we thought. By 'Good Vibrations' she then played in the first division final.
We held the charts often private-afternoons. Since songs are sophisticated for a Assessment system evaluated. The singing, composition, arrangement, wild solos, the message or what we thought it was subjected by us with expert faces a stern test.
> My Generation \u0026lt;The Who to> Bus Stop \u0026lt;by The Hollies. Since the issue is already worthless. Of course outweighed wild solos and the message from the Who. It was fought over the remaining criteria yet, but it won the Who. Although the polyphonic singing of the Hollies was already a class of its own.
So we spent the days in the noise of the music, when grandma came from time to time in the cellar prank and clamored: "Mog disse mole negro music Read them" was more in the corner Heideröslein home.
Grandma Prank us had to teach again, "flute sounds" because my mother cooperated now the house is not the "greedy mortgage gangsters" to disclose.
Mama wore her skin on the assembly line of the company> Elida Gibbs \u0026lt;to market. Manufacturers of soaps, deodorants and cosmetics.
The lack of time, caused by two full working parents brought wasteland in the diet of the family. Sausage with spaghetti was announced. Only when grandma was cooking times, there was the best cauliflower in the world, were in the thick white sauce is plentiful traces of good butter. She cooked just like a small, beloved grandmother.

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