By a curious coincidence, this story told me her two party have never seen each other. For one thing - this was a joke, for another - a tragedy. But all in order.

This was widely known in Butyrka, the oldest investigative prison in Moscow.

It happened so that the detained one of my friend. Article charges was light, after the court released him, giving conditional term, but in a cell he had to be about half a year.

Here is his story:

-- In prison, do not Fig. Entertainer - zero. This is not counting the calls to sledaku five holes before zachitanyh books from the prison library at the thirty-lying bands, breakfast, lunch and dinner.

The times then were not hungry and always remained chernyazhka. This is the re-baking bread. Because it is not in the chamber to breathe freely. Shibko he strongly encourages the provision of intestinal gases. But there is the bread and other uses.

The system is simple. Take inside, put in tselofanovy aket, filled with water, two to three spitting and all that is left to the two-day until zakisnet.

Ready to bounce mass marochku, zeki so-called handkerchief, and shall be through the fabric. So marks. His razmazyvayut thin layer on the same tselofanu and it dries.

Of the assembled masses can be wasting anything. Most believers make clear. Players - bone. And those who simply do nothing - kindled any monks.

It is a nymph. It - like Bogomolets. Handles resigned, eyes zakatil himself in priestly garb. Only bare feet from the clothes seen.

And raise it from the cassock showing bare legs, but between them sticks out a huge standing elda.

So, in the neighboring cell was Baba. Guys Єдорогує extended to them and exchanged love notes. Oh, this is a separate issue! What joy is not only sexual invented two guys starving! Devki, however, not assigned.

And someone had the idea in his head: please baba.

Chernyazhki typed, and the glue svayali huge, thirty centimeters, a member with a red head. Two rod for ballpoint pens her nitpicking.

Our masters rasstaralis. I boulders done, and all sports. How to form a living. Few climbed through the grating. Even in our chamber, as thick walls, was heard Vilki shrieks. But soon the women's cell broken up. And now continued. The same story, but on the other hand. Women's. It turned out that the chamber was Krakowiak my acquaintance. The recently released her, and she told me the end of edible life member.

-- I do not know, as men, but we always have to talk about what. Boredom in prison, of course, the death, but classes can be found.

Especially when the next two guys. They extended zapisochki us, and we almost the entire chamber for fictional girls compose replies.

Izgolyalis as they could. I odnadzhy two guys write: accept the gift. I convey something heavy in gazetku wrapped. So far, the convolutions through the grating propihivali, paper misliš and we saw that they share with us. Joy to the entire hut!

But stnachala we were afraid to use his appointment. There is, razmoknet, spoil. But then Keating. Even the least established. Each of polzovala hours. Most carried those to whom he fired after the Lights Out. Throughout the night moaning yes PIJ. Pravda got a babentsiya. The principled. She refused to use artificial member. -- On a same bread. This is a sin. Well, we laughed, and vain. Once wake, and the one that balovalas night, a member gone. And this, otkazchitsa, something hiding under the mattress.

We all feel it гуртом, raised mattress, and beneath it - remains a member. It turned out she still await temporary hostess asleep, and it stolen. In the meantime, all were sleeping, she ate it! Dried marks - solid pieces, but this baba managed sglodat it almost completely. Only a head of steam left so centimeters. Baba raging nearly severed predatelnitsu.

At noise vertuhai primchalis and broke our camera.

I love you. I love you palchikov feet from the tips to your long blond hair. I love thee to do massage, touching only bumped to the back of thy smooth podragivayuschimi fingers. I love when you weasel of these vzdragivaesh and pokryvaeshsya murashkami. I know at this point you want me, you want us to even for a moment are one. I love you - his first man, his inspiration and joy, their pain and fear, their tears and their happy laughter gruffish after a quiet ohnesh you under my lips, and the able hands Sometimes at night I wake up and look out the window, and then to you. Over the moon window, and the cold wind blows. In our warm and comfortable bed, you lie in it, my tired treasure. Glazhu tvoja person, your hair, razmetavshiesya on pillow, I see how you sleep through smiling when I cautiously and gently, as if roses, generally lips.

Now I want so much to remember that it was between us, everything that I want to remain in the memory forever. It is now, when you sit at work in another room, and I am in the empty office of the monitor to listen to music. I recall to you, many of our evenings and nights. As we dip in the bath together, as you pink sponge namylivaesh me, tenderly touching the inside of the nipple, which is why suddenly harden, tresh back, and I vygibayus under thy such firm, while such a soft hand. Then you always opuskaeshsya in front of me on his knees to wash my stomach, inner surface of the hips, pink kolenochki, ankles, feet ... And when you podnimaesh to me their dark eyes in long eyelashes, I always hear tvoja armchair "love".

Often, when you shower principal, I visit to the bathroom, sit by and watch as you kupaeshsya. How confident are you insane with a whole afternoon's dirt and dust, then to be next to me in bed. At this point you are so perfectly folded, I seem deity descended from heaven, the most beautiful man in the world. I look at the твои smooth legs, chest, slightly covered with hairs, the chocolate cups nipples on tvoju neck, ears, hair ... And so I am pleased to know that you - my nichey and more.

And how you love me at night? As Mother not until I have no faults in paradise, yet all over the body does not shed sweetness and languor. Almost always you start with the fact that someone my face, took him into their palms. You spent my ears and neck, then lower spuskaeshsya to admire my youngest elastic chest, kiss her countless times, and posasyvaya sosochki by lifting view, the full admiration and passion, I read a person like me is well with you and that I I want more.

You always feel, what I want, my desire predugadyvaesh. And sometimes request to tell you what I feel, as I prefer, and zavodishsya of my voice when I say to you what I weasel of you waiting. C ih beloved and cherished delicacy for pleasure has been, and remains, which gives me your elastic tongue and hot, walking in my body, penetrating everywhere, and where it was not expected, caressing every cell of my body, so skuchavshego for thee and thy touches. Here it is circulating near the eyes, and the next moment has great moves finger legs. And I lie, squinting from the pleasure of a cat until it is not stranger enters the holy of holies - wherever triangle of dark hair hides love with the gentle flower petals - "rakovinku", as you are talking. And then I stop to be Mrs., which embraces a dedicated fan, I vygibayus thoughts and pray you do not stop those you care, postanyvaya of impatience, turning you in my sole owner and potentates. When they no longer have the forces to deter accumulated warmth and affection, I have for some time zamru muscle tensions and legs, you will realize that is about to witness again stanesh short of death and resurrection of its women. I uvyanu and flourishing, and sverknu pogasnu like Star, which tells need to have the desire. Fireworks my bliss will not subsided immediately, and long in my eyes you will see glimpses of it, and then I ulybneshsya and improving sleep on pillows.