Galya took my hand and, stepping ahead, led me to one of the rooms. As we walked, I admired her massive "full" promising ass. The halves moved calmly and rhythmically, evoking associations with a herd of cows.
There was a shocking picture in front of me, under one dimly burning transition lamp, a man was groping a woman, trying to pull off her skirt and bra. At the same time, he still managed to close her mouth so as not to scream. In general, I was a witness to the future rape. Torn pantyhose, half-pulled skirt and torn bra, all that this woman had at that time. I went upstairs, coming out of the underpass. There was silence all around, even those same alcoholics were not visible, only the wind and rain were heard, which began at the time when I was downstairs.
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OK. Maybe we'll have a drink on brotherhood. For me to stop throwing up?
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The school hadn't quieted down from the discussion of the recent "Weasley's Farewell" and everyone who could was talking about it. Ron suddenly said to Harry:
Vera opened her eyes and looked at me, her languid look said that she was tired, Vera began to move towards me more and more, inhaling deeply and exhaling hot air into my face.