And so, early in the morning, at 11 o'clock, I got into the car and went out of town. The route was not familiar to me, so I prepared thoroughly: I took a charger for my phone and a couple of cans of cola.
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In the evening it began to rain heavily, which did not last too long. But the ground was very wet. I no longer intended to weed that day, and it was already dark. I decided to go to the neighbors to get acquainted. I went into their yard, saw that they were heating the bathhouse. I went closer, because the desire to see that girl naked was above all. I noticed that there was a small window in the dressing room. So I decided this was my chance. I stood near the window, leaned my face and began to observe. At first there was no one there, but then the same girl came in. She held a phone in her hand and wrote to someone. After that, the girl slowly unfastened her bra from behind, which flew off after a few moments. Nothing else prevented me from examining her breasts. She was very sexy, smooth, her nipples were small and pink. The member stood a stake. Slowly, the girl unbuttoned her shorts, after which they fell down. She began to take off her thin, white as a bra, panties. Having lowered them to her knees, she bent down with cancer to remove them completely, and I opened my eyes to her narrow hole. I noticed that there was a butt plug in her ass. When the panties flew onto the bench, the neighbor pulled this cork with her gentle hand. Because of this, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She may have moaned, but I couldn't hear her. She placed the ass item on the top shelf. I lowered my shorts a little and began to slowly masturbate. When the girl went into the bath itself, I convinced myself that either I would risk and go in, or I would lose such a chance.
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He abruptly extended his hand and with a stern face asked me:
But then he said to her - You don’t mind if I go to Tom, I will have to go away, because the matter is urgent.
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The curtain in the bathroom was slightly ajar from the back, he saw Ksyusha gently masturbating with her right hand, it was an intriguing sight, Igor carefully left the bathroom and went to the living room where he turned on the TV.
The next day I found Galya on VKontakte and wrote to her. We began to actively communicate. I tried to honestly comprehend her "teaching", but all the time I ran into some kind of obstacle and could not overcome it. The mechanism of "getting to God" and gaining intangible benefits available to "husband" and Galya was incomprehensible to me. However, we still corresponded constantly.