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Autumn has already shaken off almost all the leaves from the bushes in the public garden, it has become noticeably colder outside, and dreary small rains have become not uncommon, as if nature was crying through the leaving warm days.
In our secluded place it was no longer safe to do what we were doing: the wall of the undergrowth became more and more transparent, and there was a chance that the passerby could notice us.
But our strange meetings continued.

And here we went once from school with Pebbles Filippovich, and she said, they say, had not eaten ice cream for a long time, and had forgotten the taste.
And she found a benefactor on me, and I said to her: “Wait for me here, at the entrance to the square, I will come in about ten minutes, and enjoy ice cream.”
Pebbles remained at the wrought gate, and I went along the path to a meeting with the uncle, who, as usual, was already waiting for me in the depth of the public garden.
Glaring around, we slipped into our place with him, I habitually wore glasses outstretched to them, stood on brick coasters, and the uncle lay down, looking at the folds of my genitals.
He saw them almost every day, and every time he looked with such interest, as if it was the first time! I was relieved, and his tongue slid between my legs.
Again I was very pleased, and I sadly thought that it would soon be very cold, there would be no leaves on the bushes, and our forbidden meetings would have to be stopped.

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Taking the money from the uncle “on a chocolate bar”, I ran to Pebble.
“Let’s go, – I say, – I’ll treat you to ice cream, since you want it so much!” And the meticulous Pebble began to elicit from me how I so quickly managed to get money.
I was not going to tell anything about it, but Pebble was such a bore! I was bored with her questions, and I, taking her honest word of honor, told her briefly how I was earning money.
Her jaw dropped from my story, and the melted popsicle dripped onto her windbreaker.
It seems that she never again said a word until we broke up.
And at school the next day she was like a plague, did not even come up to me even once.
And, having left school after study, I saw two police cars standing at a distance.
My heart beat anxiously, a bad foreboding licked my soul.
And when my father got out of the police car and went towards me, I understood everything.
He came up to me along with two policemen, and only asked: “Docha, is that true?”.
I glanced at the Pebbles trailing behind me, but she shyly looked away to the side.
Yes, my story yesterday impressed her so much that she could not resist and told her mother about it.
She clutched her head – what a horror! And the next morning I found the phone of my parents and told them the terrible news, while she swore to the accuracy of the information.
My father, without hesitation, immediately took time off from work and ran to the nearest branch.
“Why are you silent about this, Helen?” –

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Father asked me in a police UAZ.
“I was afraid!” – I replied.
Father resented.
There were four police cars, just two were without blue stripes and flashers, and the police in them were in civilian clothes.
With me in the square went two in civilian clothes.
I was still hoping that I had mixed up the schedule, and maybe the uncle today should not have come, but no, there should be no mistake.
Then I thought, what if the rain that had been pouring since morning this time frightens him? Also not – when we reached our meeting place, I saw an uncle who was wet in the rain, like a faithful dog waiting for his mistress. Cam4 free live sex cams.

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