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Nicky tried to imagine what would happen and what Phil projects would not come true with.
She slid her hand under the covers.
When she groped him, she grinned.

Yes, I can handle it.
I have adapted pretty quickly.
My pussy, too, can endure everything.
She caught him on the fact that his erection becomes even stronger.
Oh, enough for now, dear.
We will return to the details.
Niki sat on Philach over Phil, her hands on soft pillows.
You get it, right? Let’s assume that in the end I will do it exactly once a day.
I do not think it can happen.
I think.
that 12 hours is enough with you, not everything will work out.
Let’s see what comes of it.
And Nicky, meanwhile, threw back all unnecessary, sitting down on him, pushing into himself his erection and trying to hold back his bladder.
So, Friday, afternoon, and I can retire to a cozy basement on this rainy day to finally linger there again, which I have been passionately waiting for all week.
I put on my working, old, dirty fire pants, put my dirty feet in old, musty and worn military socks, to finally put on black, dirty rubber boots.
And you can already start: a couple of big drinks from a bottle of beer, a few puffs of cigarette and take out a member.
A few strong moves up and down and he is already standing like a club.
Wow – real lust, I ruthlessly accelerate movement, pull and crush my shaved scrotum, continue to masturbate over the rough, dirty surface of a rubber

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boot, and so go even further into rage.
Another bottle of beer opens, and cigarette smoke slowly fills the damp basement.
But I feel I have to pee soon.
I take my army boot in my hand and direct my fountain to the tops, so that sweet boiling is heard.
If only nothing is spilled, for a warm broth is worth a lot.
With my bare right hand, I keep everything in my urine, and at the same time I never stop jerking off my excited cock so that it only drips from it.

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Just at that moment, when I want to bring the bootleg to my mouth to drink broth, a siren howls in our village, which means that I must immediately stop, because as a member of the volunteer fire brigade, I must now hurry to gather .
Generally speaking, I did not experience great joy, especially since I just wanted to practice “others” and was already a little drunk with beer.
But despite this, I quickly pulled on an old shirt and a blue work jacket, on top of the rain jacket of the fire brigade and jumped on a motorcycle.
Fireman pants and rubber boots were already on me.
On the way to the dressing room, I heard that we have to go down to Falterbauer, there is something wrong with the cows.
I immediately turned around because I didn’t want to ride a motorcycle on a steep road up to the village, so that I would not go down to Falterbauer.
I knew where the yard was and thought that I would be there faster.
The rain had moistened the ground in a decent way, which, although not immediately, made the trip easier, mud squirted on my boots, and I felt that I was getting excited again, and I had to stand again, because rubber boots in fresh, natural mud were a terribly desirable thing.
Besides, I already showed curiosity to the young Falterbauer.
He is now after the death of the mother must have one yard.
I knew him only visually, since he was taciturn when he came to the village.
But he was one of those pure-blooded peasants who, moreover, did not find anything special about being in a hotel with their peasant junk, in dirty boots from a stable or buying cigarettes in a kiosk – he didn’t care what people thought of him .
Yes – this is also my task: on rubble, smeared with cow shit, in rubber boots to walk among people to the stable through the stench of slurry, through the ssaki from the toilet, but it is easier to run where they are sitting or standing.
I still went deep into the crowd, but I saw that the fire truck had already arrived.
Somewhat later, I was also there and found out that two calves fell into an open dung pit, and now they need to be rescued.
So, there is no fire, but there is a delicate participation in the rescue operation, which everyone always wants to avoid.
All stand in a circle, without any plan, not knowing what to do now.
Then I said that we, apparently, should go down into the dung pit.
But no one supported me, since we are firefighters and cannot alone pull out the cattle.
Young Fulterbauer, who had just brought slurry today – so the pit was open, had already unhooked the dung barrel with a tractor, now came with a skein of rope and tapped crowbar.
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