If there's one thing I love the Erasmus Project is that you can develop interesting socio-cultural relations, simply putting your dick in nasty sluts English of which barely remember the name.
Far be it from me to want to misrepresent the pure sober and didactic intent, showing luminaries have decided to charge this project juxtaposes the name of the father of the 'Praise of Folly ".
But it is undeniable that with my summary, I have not done nothing but bring out the message that he explained to the fullest, "her pussy is always right."
course, because Erasmus, and here I appeal to noobs who do not yet know it, you can fuck.
And even a lot, if you keep the rent high enough.
It is important to take precautions in order to keep away from risks. Type what you may discover that you are not at all the son of their landlord. Or that the money of the deposit will not be reimbursed.
It 'good to be aware, the only classes in which to assist in your militating upright commitment to communion among peoples are named Angela, Yulia, Esther, Danica, Beth and require hours of study. More
, red, blue, with dreadlocks, hair-free, oxygenated.
Anything more absurd God may have originated from two ribs, you will be rigorously analyzed, evaluated and sucked vigorously.
And when they think I learned everything from your grueling months of training, you will come to disrupt your personal Matrix entirely composed of positions of the Kamasutra.
She: the chosen one.
That I could hear whispers along the walls of the school.
one who all your friends swore that he had seen in disco armed only with cans and a faint smile of satisfaction.
you, the one and only, dressed in a dazzling aura of mysticism ricamatole by legions of pippaioli now relegated to only breadwinner in braille porn.
you, the white sketch on the word "aaaaaahhh. The famous and undisputed
never forgotten nymphomaniac.
A maneater so perverse and stirred to make you feel on the set of Basic Instinct.
But with punches of colors and sizes different from what your faulty memory remembered. And above all
well lubricated. News
you enjoy them as soon as you see the eclipse in the less accessible your ego mortified.
Rutelli as say, the nymphomaniacs are not born in the trees, are rare indeed.
So if you find partridge clutching a copy in his hands, at best, a long time will pass before they reach another.
A little 'as for the Interaction with the Champions.
Despite all the stories of unprotected sex and fleeting that one day will vanish like tears in rain from my memory, that in my case never fall into oblivion is the encounter with my own, unfortunately unique nymphomaniac. My
deities: Aphrodite of the new millennium, the one and unattainable goddess of Bondage. But you can call Jekki.
Jekki the best gift that Santa I had ever gone from Scandinavia.
and four months in advance of my annual letter to Hugh Hefner.
Jekki: one meter and seventy of bad intentions, located in generous curves.
A body so provocative and lewd to remember the little mermaid.
And this, even before threading a cod up your ass.
At first it was a story like many others. If you are familiar with the vintage porn .
I was a plumber and I was contacted by a disturbing young lady to go and repair a tube. You already know how it ended: gonfiai unduly high price of the seal and I released the receipt.
But as I descended the stairs to exit the building, I heard a thud coming from the cellars. I approached I noticed with great curiosity and amazement, mingled with disappointment and slime, which has a half-open door, a chubby man in a white coat was sprinkled Jekki the body of a white substance that did not want to disappear.
Well, I'm not an expert on this stuff, but I'm still pretty sure it was not a study on chemtrails.
Unless this episode was specially planned by the conspiracy theorists in cahoots with the grays and the crew of Voyager.
Not that she was delighted with this nonsense from nerd nerds.
"As was said, truly fascinated by the concept of profit on the issue of liquids, hardly would be interested to understand the subtle implications of Seigniorage " confirmed to me the guy putting on shirts and was preparing to leave the building.
Regardless of that observation went to contemplate that wonderful world called Bondage . So it was that I knew Jekki.
"It was love at first sight" in the words of Seka on his first meeting with the tool of John Holmes. I helped her to untie all the knots that held her enthralled Hello to a 50cc of '92 and we went together to see the stars.
difficult to forget what happened next, but having breached plenty of space and patience of the average reader of this blog (that is myself, and I guarantee you that I have other things to do than read all the crap I write) I'll just ogle Following the cease privately in the darkest corner of the Central Station.
Unless they're just setting the stage to the second episode of this exciting story.
Or that there is simply taking all the piss.
Oh, I almost forgot: Happy Eight Thousand for everyone!
Cortez
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