In contrast to the cloudy London Spring in Paris it was warm. Narrow streets attracted by its quietness and tranquility, there was no such hustle and bustle, as the central streets of the city. Many small shops on the ground floors of four-story houses lined up on both sides of the street. The distance between the houses were so small that you could see what was happening in the house opposite. At the corner of one of these narrow streets, where it was attached to the next street, but wider in the cafe sat Style wife and ate ice cream. John wore white shoes, gray pants and a white shirt with the top button undone, and Sally sat across very brief in a white dress with an open back and a wide neckline.
-We have in these two days visited only the Eiffel Tower and the Champs Elysees, - said John, looking at Sally - really buying such an important thing, rather than a visit to the museum, for example?
-The cultural program we will begin tomorrow - Sally said, licking a spoon of ice cream - where to begin the search for the lost diary Casanova?
-I have not watched that we threw Professor Anderson, tonight we'll see.
Light breeze tugged bright Sally hair, and it gracefully corrected them, and John looked at the hollow between her breasts and his cock immediately responded, not only because of the beautiful forms of Sway's wife, but also because in addition to it, but he knew that by dress she does not even panties. This happened due to the fact that when they wanted to have sex in one of the deserted alleys, they scared the police, and removed her panties and stayed there on the road.
-Excuse me, please - sounded from somewhere on the right - we unwittingly witnessed your conversation, but you mentioned a lost diary Casanova? - It was a girl 22-24 years with long, straight dark hair. She sat cross-legged, and its fitting black skirt just covered the buttocks, and a translucent blouse emphasized the large breasts and narrow waist.
-Yes, that's right, - said John, and praised the figure of a girl, he was a faithful husband, but from getting aesthetic pleasure at the sight of this girl could not refuse it.
-May I sit down? - She spoke in English with almost no accent. - Just not so many people who believe in this legend, - she said, after John made a sign which meant that she could join them. - My name is Sophie! - She smiled.
-John, this is my wife, Sally!
-Nice to meet you - Sally said smiling, she knew that John was not just looking at the long-legged Sophie as her own forms were not as big. - We are writing a dissertation on the life of Giacomo Casanova, - she added.
-Maybe I can help you? - Sophie asked, looking at something on John, then at Sally. - If you want, I'll tell you something about what the legend is silent?
John and Sally looked at each other and strained listening carefully.
-My father was a historian - Sophie began to tell, - he told me that the blog Casanova, better known as the lost diary, as many have heard about it, but nobody has ever seen, hidden somewhere in the neighborhood of Paris. Many have tried to find him, but to no avail, and since in addition to rumors no documentary evidence has not been found, it will stop searching.
-But the legend is still alive, - said John.
-Yes - Sophie said, looking at him - say that in this blog are hidden all the mysteries of the famous seducer.
-For example? - Sally asked.
-For example, what is really Casanova was not such a good lover - Sophie said, looking at Sally - his victories over women he must elixir that somehow worked on all the nerve endings, and even a light touch to the body may already pleasure. In other words, a woman could bring to orgasm simply by stroking her body without penetration. Hence another is not confirmed by the mystery, as the elixir worked not only on women but also on men, they say that Giacomo Casanova was bisexual.
-Tell Sophie, why are you so easily told this information, which was never widely advertise the first comer? - Sally asked.
-To my father's labors were not in vain - she said - because it raised a laugh when he said that the most famous lover in the world used the stimulant during sex. And so, the more people know about his work, the more likely that someone will ever find this blog and all those who dared to mock my father, will bite elbows with envy. Here's my card, if you have questions, you can call - Sophie added, getting up from the table - it was nice to talk to!
-Good luck! - John said.
-Bye! - Sally said, and read what is written on the business card - Sophie Demanzh, English language courses, tourist walks. So that's where she speaks in English.
Night was falling. John and Sally, to pay the bill at the cafe, turned into a narrow street, towards which some time ago was gone, Sophie, and walked along the pavement, arms around each other. They walked along the road, breathing in the cool evening air, for all the time they drove past the only one car, and it is because there is almost no cars in the narrow, but the air was fresh long street. They turned left, crossed the road and entered the arch, from which came in a small cozy patio. John is a gentleman opened the door to the building, Sally, and she sat back and bowed slightly, as in the old days the girls expressed their gratitude. They both smiled at each other and kissed, hugged and went up the stairs, while John kept his right hand on the ass Sally. Past them on the stairs teenager ran 13 years and looked up, he saw that under her dress no panties, and while walking on the edge of the stairs and lifts up allows you to see the most piquant. The sight teenager almost fell as Sally looked at the legs, not his feet. Climbing up to the top floor, they entered the apartment at the end of the corridor, right at the entrance to the left was a wardrobe, and left the entrance to the bathroom. The very entrance immediately came out into the living room, to the left of the wall was a low double bed with two bedside tables on either side, to the right on a TV cabinet and a chest of drawers, also at the wall is the entrance to the kitchen. Doors between the rooms, except the bathroom was not, and the two windows in the room and one in the kitchen come out on a narrow street along which they had just walked. John first took a shower and shorts lay on the bed with a laptop to study the material conveyed to him a professor.
-Well, what is it? - Sally asked, coming out of the shower in a terry-cloth robe and a very brief drying her hair. - Where to start looking?
-According to the professor, Casanova really hid the diary in the outskirts of Paris, - said John, lying on his left side and substitute for the head of the left arm and right leg bent at the knee - presumably with a probability of 90% on one of the vineyards. Casanova was having an affair with the daughter of the owner of the vineyard, which he later handed over to store and your blog. And it is not being able to go away from the parental home, he hid it no further than the grape gardens of her father or close to them.
-Can you imagine how many vineyards in the days of Casanova, and how many of them left now, is on the site of the vineyard already paved road and built the house. How do we find the right, and indeed Casanova could twist an affair with one and hide the other blog.
-Wait, there is one reference point, it should help us. It says that Casanova had an affair not only with the daughter of the owner of the vineyard, but also with his wife, and even with one of the maids. But she knew that he was sleeping with her daughter wanted to take revenge on him ...
-The zeal of the women do not know mercy, - she said Sally smiled and sat down next to John on the edge of the bed.
-... She decided to deprive him of his manhood, but could not raise his hand to her lover, who so passionately loved. And so she decided to charge him with theft and reported it to the authorities. But Casanova managed to escape with the help of the daughter of the wife of the vineyard owner, which, by the way, at that time was only 14 years old, and that he entrusted his diary before his escape.
-And how can we help it?
-It is necessary to raise the archives and find out who and when Casanova accused of theft, - said John and sat on the bed behind Sally, exposing her shoulders, lowered a little robe and began to give her a massage the shoulders and neck.
-John Look, Sophie - Sally said, pointing out the window.
He looked her in that direction in the window opposite was indeed their recent friend Sophie, she stood in front of an open window with the blond kissing a young man who was a head shorter than her height, but with clearly defined muscles. And they were both naked. Sophie masturbate cock, and he caressed her hand between her legs, it was seen as the window was on the floor below, than John and Sally window. They stood looking out the window at how Sophie turned back to her boyfriend, put her hands on the sill and the guy standing behind began to fuck her, but it was not clear exactly where in the ass or vagina. He held her by the waist and hips have moved very strongly, so that her magnificent breasts shaking Navis. Sophie looked up and saw the opposite, that they are being watched, she smiled and even winked. Sally opened the window and together with John heard hushed moans Sophie, whose boyfriend also noticed that they were the audience, but it is a fact only spurred him, and he, taking her long black hair, continued to rhythmically fuck.
-Uninhibited girl! - John said, standing behind Sally and hugging her waist.
Guy Sophie sat on the sill side, one leg dangling on the outside, but it saddled him up and holding his shoulders start to move vigorously buttocks and thighs. He at the same time kissing her breasts and helped her movements, holding the buttocks, and pushing them to him. Sophie and her boyfriend more and more plants from the fact that they are being watched, and looking upward, as it were given to understand that the audience can and should have fun. John did not make them wait long, he untied the strap Sally robe and began to fondle her breasts. He clutched round shape, then moving them together, pushing to the side, then lowered his right arm below the spending on the smooth belly, and put in the middle and ring fingers into the vagina. Sally turned her head and kissed John, so that even from a distance it was obvious that their tongues lick each other and suck their lips. Finally robe, gently gliding on silk skin, fell to the floor, naked Sally lay back, side to side, window sill, he was quite wide, and John took off pants started fucking her, holding her slender hips. She rested her hands on the edge of the sill, so as not to fall off and moaning with pleasure, obtained at the sense of limb movements in their vagina. Two couples looking at each other and continued their game, only Sally in her position was uncomfortable to watch Sophie and her boyfriend, so John commented on the situation.
-She got off him and stood beside, - said John, not stopping movements - Sophie masturbates his cock, takes it into his mouth, begins to suck.
-I want to see - Sally said.
John pulled out his penis and she got up from the window-sill, looked out at Sophie, with onaniruya member standing next to her husband. Sophie vigorously sucking dick periodically onaniruya him to get distracted and look at his appreciative audience. She sucked faster and faster, not looking up from the coveted body on the guy, it was clear he was going to finish, and when he squeezed her dark hair, it became clear that he finished right in her mouth. Sophie some time did not release a member from his mouth, then straightened up and kissed the blond, with a smile, he looked at a couple of John and Sally. They continued to watch, but they have not yet finished, she continued to masturbate member, and he caressed her fingers between her legs. Sophie waved and disappeared into the back of the room with the guy. Sally turned to face John and, dropping into a crouch, his knees wide apart started to suck his cock.
-Sally, look at this, - said John, ten minutes later, after she began to suck his dick.
Sally spent the tongue across the member length, straightened up and looked in the direction in which the opinion was sent to John. From the arches in front of the house, went out the same blond hair, which was fucking Sophie, he was in a jacket and a pizza deliverer, wearing a hat, he sat on a scooter and drove away. Judging from the pizzas which were in the trunk, he was at work and had to dissolve their clients. They looked at each other, did Sophie slept with the first counter, or is it the guy working pizza guy. But it is already not important, on the contrary they are excited and flushed sight in the window went to bed. Sally knelt leaning on straightened arms, and John, standing behind her fucked in the vagina, holding her lower leg in heels.
-A-ah! Ah-ah-ah-ah! - Sally moaned, throwing his head back and tilting down.
He began to move faster and moans became louder, the right hand he pressed the back of her head, and she was leaning on his elbows pressed close to the breast of the bed. Then firmly taking her by the waist at the hips, it is still stronger and faster proceeded, and she stretched out his hands, breasts forward lay on the bed and moaning with pleasure. Their passion potryasyvalo little bed. This went on for quite some time, then Sally made a move forward and a member came out of it, John sat down on his knees and leaning on the bed behind her hands, enjoyed oral sex followed by a shot deep into the exact sperm rotika Sally. When you have finished your sex passionate kiss, they went to sleep, tomorrow, or rather today they had to do a great job.
-Well, I understand, we will do so - John stood in his shorts at a window and talking on a cell phone.
-With whom did you talk? - Sally asked, just waking up and getting up, looking at him.
-With Professor Anderson - John said, coming up to the bed and sat on the edge. - He confirmed that indeed there is a history professor Armand Demanzh father of Sophie, and he actually published a book about Casanova, in which he argued that the world-famous lover owes his victories certain stimulator, formula and manufacturing process of which is described in his diary, hidden in near Paris. And the professor invites us to turn to the historian for help, as his daughter thinks that we are writing a thesis, and officially on the documents we are researchers, University of London, we will not be difficult to come to his trust and enlist its support. You take a shower yet, but I'll call Sophie and find out if she can arrange our meeting with his father - he went to the cupboard in the hallway, to take out from the pocket of her business card.
Nude Sally looked up from the floor his robe, which after bunoy night and was lying there, and vdev feet in slippers, ran to the bathroom. John Bell was not surprised Sophie, and even pleased, she agreed to postpone everything and arrange their meeting. An hour later, the three of them met in the cafe on the corner, where they sat and talked the night before. Sophie was wearing a pink short skirt, a veil covering her buttocks only, lush breasts peeking out of the neckline blouse blue, and on his feet were wearing white high-heeled shoes, because of which she seemed even higher. Sally wore bought in a Paris shop orange dress, which reached the edge of the mid-thigh and the same orange shoes. Her dress was cut free, so wind gust could easily lift up the edge and expose the white panties, wearing underneath. John chose a stricter dress: gray trousers with black shoes and a white shirt with short sleeves, which perfectly emphasizes its strong body. Fortunately it was the fact that her father, Sophie was off, and he agreed to come and mingle with those who as well as he studies the life of Giacomo Casanova. Therefore, all three sat down at a table and ordered a glass of ice cream, waiting for his arrival.
-Sophie, tell your young man working pizza guy? - Asked Sally, all three have already managed to move on "you".
-And, you're talking about tonight - said Sophie and smiled. - You saw how he was leaving, but did not see how he returned.
-Returned? - They were surprised.
-Yes back, it's my young man, but the fact that he was dressed pizza guy, so it is with him we are role-playing games. For example, I was a nurse who came to the "patient," as you know "sick" was he last week. So we make a variety in their love life.
-And how long have you been together? - Sally asked, picking spoon ice cream.
-Three years, and we hoard money for the wedding - Sophie said, and asked: - What do you for a long time together?
-We have been married for the second year, - said John with a smile and a kiss on the lips, Sally, sweet ice-cream.
-But my father, - said Sophie, looking for John and Sally back, which turned and saw that from the stopped cars near a cafe came a man of about 40, dressed in a black suit, emphasizing its high growth.
-Sorry to keep you waiting - the man said, adjusting his round glasses, and Sophie kiss on the cheek.
-Dad, meet, this is John and Sally, they write a thesis on the life of Casanova - Sophie said, pointing to them. - And this is my father, Arman Demanzh.
-You can simply Arman, - said the man, sitting at a table. - So, you are interested in the life of Giacomo Casanova? - His English was worse than Sophie, but he spoke freely even with a strong accent.
-Yes, my wife is a researcher at the University of London, and as a topic for the thesis decided to choose the unknown pages of the life of the world-famous lover - said in response to John.
-I hope you will not forget and about my name, when you write it, - said Arman smiling and told them the unknown pages of the life of Giacomo Casanova. He said that in 1760 a certain Countess De Lisle, accused Casanova of theft, but since it was not possible to find the culprit, the case was closed, and in 1762 after two years in the estate where she lived this Countess, there was a fire, which resulted in burned the house itself and several other buildings. The family was not able to restore the lost property and selling their vineyards, they went to Italy, then they were never seen again. The only thread that could shed light on the events of those years, so this is a letter of the 14-year-old girl Agate daughter Countess and lover Casanova, in which she confessed her love for him and wrote that only he can find hidden diary if desired. This is a letter and gave rise to the legend of the Lost Diary of Casanova, in which all its secrets may be hidden. Arman also showed a copy of the letter, and offered to take John and Sally at the place where the manor was burned. They accepted the proposal, and all four of them including Sophie who wishes to take part in all of this got into the car and drove out of the city.
The road was not long, and in less than two hours later, they were standing on the sidelines and admired the extensive gardens of grapes, stretches for hundreds of meters around.
-You see the building - Arman said, pointing to the three-story building on the right - there is now produced the wine, as it did in the life of Casanova, where modern machines are not used, and that is why the wine is obtained by one of the best in the world. Moreover, it is just there, where there was once the main house of the estate of the former here.
-Tell Arman, and you happen to have the estate plan? - John asked.
-How can not, there is, - said Arman and climbed into the car for the portfolio from which took a photocopy of the estate plan. - But I'm starting to doubt that the blog is hidden somewhere here, - he added.
-Why? - Sally asked, looking at Armand.
-Many years have passed, and the construction of new buildings it could find, and it still was not done, - Arman replied, and added, - here for a long time all voluntary searchers scoured artifacts and found nothing.
-Maybe we're lucky, - said John - Sally and stay here and explore the surrounding area, and you, if you want, you can stay with us or go back we somehow dober¸msya.
-No, I've had enough of shame that I experienced when I wrote a book about Casanova - Arman said, and asked, - Sophie, you stay or you go with me?
-I think I'll stay, - she said.
Armand left, and John, Sally and Sophie walked along the road to the side of the building on the site which is said to Arman, the house was a lover Casanova. As expected from the estate once stood here was nothing left, except for the old mill a little further down the hill by the river, on which they have an elderly resident of the local village, who met them on the way. All three of them went down to the mill, there was nobody there, but the padlock on the door said that the mill is still used. Peering through a crack in the wall inside, they saw the bags, wooden bowls, barrels and various garden tools, it seems, is a room used as a warehouse.
-As well here, quietly relaxed! - Sophie said, lying down on the grass and bent his left leg at the knee. In this position well could see her pink panties, clearly outlining the line of the hips. - Do you want to get a tan? - She asked, taking off his shirt.
-Why not, - has agreed to Sally, and also began to undress.
Both girls were in shorts, like a cat stretched out on the warm and soft grass. Chest Sally trim and round as two large peach looked up, shifted slightly larger on the sides of Sophie chest, but it was smooth and elastic. Member John nalilsya blood and stood on the cusp solid gray trousers, but he did not sunbathe, and sat down on the grass began to study what they left Arman: the estate plan and a letter. Girls quietly discussing their favorite, it became clear that the young man's name is Sophie Gautier and while his penis was smaller than that of John and was a length of only 15 centimeters, it is perfectly mastered and delivered them to Sophie a lot of fun. At this size it is said, has its advantages, such as during oral sex can completely immerse it in your mouth, and she was very fond of this kind of sex. In addition, during anal sex feel less discomfort, what Sally protested that her ass is already adapted and could take full member John completely, all 25 centimeters. And I received a counterargument that a small member of the better stimulates the G-spot and a man with such dimensions can have sex longer. Then the girl did not argue, since each has its own truth, most importantly, that they are good with their partners, and she loved them.
-It seems to have found! - Said John, who was sitting before quietly and wrote something on a piece of paper. - I know where the hidden diary Casanova!
-Where? - At the same time asked the girl sitting on the grass and looking at him.
-I thought, where you can hide a diary on the condition that you can not go far beyond the estate. I also took into account that the blog does not hide a grown man and young teen girl.
-What do you mean? - Sally asked.
-Besides that Casanova and his young mistress had somewhere to meet, as they could be caught at home and looking at the plan, came to the conclusion that the best place for secret meetings than that this mill is not here. But it was only the first argument, fully confirmed my theory is - and John showed the girls a letter in which the mill has been represented schematically. - The young mistress was smart and she was specially made mistakes in a few words, so that when you combine their points, then turn the mill. And even if Casanova had not noticed this, he still began to look for blog exactly where he met her.
-But my father said that here all searched, and more than once, why it did not find? - Sophie asked.
-That I do not know yet, but I'm sure he's in that same mill, - and John pointed behind his back mill.
While he was looking for how to open the door, the girl got dressed and waited for him at the entrance. Pulling out of the land of the count with the ring, to which, it seems, tied boats or pets, he teased the ears, on which hung the castle, with a force of tearing them away from the door. Ignoring the words of Sophie that such actions are called burglary, he went inside. "Now we have to talk as a 14-year-old, where I hid the diary" - John thought, examining the inner space of the mill. He climbed the wooden stairs carefully began to inspect the walls and floor, the girls helped him in this. They crawled on his knees, looking at the floor, and if Sally in this position only denude the hips, then Sophie skirt was shorter and her panties could be seen almost completely.
-See - Sophie said, pointing to the corner - see over there.
-What? - John asked, coming up to her.
-All boards in the floor are the same length, except that in the corner, for some reason it is divided into two parts - said Sophie, she came to that place. She began to feel the board and pressed on one of its edge, resulting in a second edge went up, found her hiding place under a dusty thing, wrapped in cloth and the shape similar to the book. After removing the matter, all three saw a thin book in a red-bound, and the inscription on the cover Agathe De Lisle.
-It is he! - Sophie said.
-If it is, why it is worth the name of a young lover, not the Casanova? - John asked, and as soon as he wanted to flip through the book, behind him a voice:
-She belongs to me!
All three turned, the voice belonged to her father, Sophie Armand, which in this case was holding a gun aimed at them.
-Give it to me, - said Arman, his eyes fixed on the book.
-Father, what are you doing? - Sophie asked, sitting on her lap, she wanted to get up, but a sharp movement of the hand with a gun in her side is not allowed to do this.
-Sophie, this book contains the formula of this stimulant, which will be stronger than any modern medicines. We will be rich, and therefore I will not let some tourists take away my glory and money! - Strictly and clearly, both written Arman said. - Give me the diary.
-Well, you just do not be nervous, - said John - you see, I put my blog on the floor.
-Throw it to me, - said Arman, watching his every movement.
John threw the book, and in the fall she drove a little on the floor, Armand picked it up and said:
-And now I'm leaving, and you're not even you dare to follow me.
Arman keeping an eye on them, and went downstairs, leaving the mill, he propped the door board so that they can not get out. When all three were on the first floor and found locked, they tried to break down the door with a shovel stored there, but nothing happened. It took about half an hour, and they heard the sirens, it was the police, the police approached the mill.
-They're after us? - Sophie asked, looking through the crack between the boards, though, and so it was clear that the police did not come to save them.
-So, quickly upstairs, - he said John sharply and dragged the two girls to the second floor. - Undress! Fast! - He said, when they were at the top, and he began to undress.
-What for? - Sophie asked, looking at him in surprise.
-For what? - Sally asked, no less surprised at the behavior of her husband.
-Then we fuck with you here, we have group sex! - John said, already standing completely naked on the floor. - Or do you want to put us for trespassing, or even for theft? And so we will have at least some chance to smear.
The girls looked at each other and began to undress.
-They are already close faster! - John hurried them.
When police broke into the mill and climbed to the second floor, she found a young man there, on which sat a blonde girl, and next was the second chest and kissed the first girl. The police were in a stupor, which, however did not last long and the three lovers were detained, pre-letting them get dressed.
-For you it was declared a pledge, you are free, - said the policeman, six hours after the arrest of John, Sally and Sophie.
All three of them went out into the street and hurried as quickly as possible to get away from the police station. Who has made a pledge for them, they did not know, and they have learned only when a taxi came to his street and met Armand. He furiously grabbed John by the shirt and pressed against the wall under the arch, despite the fact that he was thin, the force of his nature is not cheated, usually say about these wiry.
-Where's she? Where's my formula? - He shouted in rage.
-Father, let him go - and demanded that Sophie tried to squeeze between John and Armand.
-Arman, release my husband, - demanded Sally, Armand grasping hands - or I'll call the police.
-I paid for your mortgage, and you give me my formula, - said Arman, his grip was strong, but John still managed to weaken it and, in the end, he let go of it.
-So many years of research, and all in vain, - Arman said, standing in front of the three of them.
-Yes, that happened to his father? - Sophie asked, going up to him and looking straight into his eyes.
-In that book, which I have picked up no formula, this is not a blog Casanova - Arman was upset. - This is a diary of his mistress Agate, she describes her meeting with him, and there is not a word about the formula.
-Perhaps the formula is a myth? - Sally said, hugging John. - Maybe there's no magic elixir, and it is all nonsense?
-Then it turns out that the lost diary Casanova is also a fiction? - Sophie asked.
-This legend is based on a single letter, in which, incidentally, is not directly specified blog about someone in question, - said John. - And a stimulant that allegedly used Casanova could invent envious or just narrow-minded people, unaware of his biography.
-Then take away his own, - said Arman angrily and tossed the diary on the ground.
-Father will go to me, you need to calm down - Sophie said, and, taking him, she added, - I hope we'll meet again?
-Necessarily, we zayd¸m say goodbye when we fly, - said John with a smile.
Rising to his apartment, they are tired and nervous quickly took a shower and went to bed. John fell asleep quickly, but Sally could not sleep, and she decided to check out the blog young Agate. "He even cut the cover, looking for non-existent formula" - she thought, though, that the diary cover has been cut in half.
"May 23" - began to read to myself, Sally - "I wanted to take a walk, and I decided to enter the garden through a door in the kitchen, from behind the door came, someone moaning. I opened the door, our maid Marie lying topless on a table with battened down the skirt behind her with his pants down was Giacomo, my mother's lover. She made me promise not to say anything to his father, because he has a heart condition, and it can not stand. Giacomo changes my mother with our servant? What a strange feeling, I am happy to look at them, she moans loudly. " "27 May. Giacomo invited me to walk with him in the garden, I agreed. We sat in the shade of the trees, he suddenly started to kiss me. I resisted, but he firmly held me to the ground. His hands have got under my skirt and shirt, my legs were completely exposed, like a fallen woman, I do not want it to be. Giacomo pulled the dress off my chest, I have it a little, why he does it, Marie breasts bigger. It hurts, he penetrated me, no strength to resist. He moves slowly, then faster, I feel nice. My hips relate to his waist, he does not stop. It does not hurt anymore. What bliss, really every time a woman experiences a similar feeling of penetration of the male? Giacomo poured his seed on the ground, he said, so that I did not give birth. He asked if I was okay with it, I said yes. Giacomo asked to retain all confidential, then we can do it more often. " "On 14 June. At the mill we will not see. Giacomo again penetrated me, it's nice. Today I sat on it and she moved stead. He caressed my breasts. " Sally read blog Agate and his fingers caressed the vagina, it aroused story of a girl slowly becoming an experienced woman.
-So, the diary does not exist - could be heard from the laptop speakers, it was the voice of Professor Anderson.
-Yes, that's right, - said John, sitting at a table, and behind him was Sally and hugged her shoulders, pressing his chin to his right shoulder.
-And there is no formula? - The professor asked.
-No, it's all nonsense, - said Sally.
-Then go back, I have a new job for you, - said the professor, - you seem to want to honeymoon here and will eat like the couple in an old Scottish castle. There are already more than 100 years, there is a hotel and there strange things happen.
-What strange things? If it is a ghost, it's not on our part - John asked, clutching in his hand Sally's hand.
-Maybe ghosts there too, but we are more interested in the fact that people come to relax themselves move in space. In other words, a person to sleep in his room, and woke up in a strange and even all the signs pointed to the fact that these two people had sex. When something like this has happened there 50 years ago and now has begun again. While the hotel manager managed to prevent the penetration of this information to the press, but if it happens, it will be pulled to perverts around the world, as people wake up in the same bed and not remembering what had happened to them, not always of different sexes.
John and Sally looked at each other, it's a new job was to be an interesting and mysterious. …