Milkmanbook - My Obsession

Milkmanbook. My Obsession.

Hi, call me Gary, I live in St. Petersburg and I have a passion that can pokazatsya whom is a bit strange. History written below is not my invention but merely an attempt to describe their little hobby. A few minutes of life unpleasant owner or yellow Opel should not leave the machine in a dark corner of the courtyard at night.

Actually it as I already said (or may not speak well but now I will say) I enjoy most about writing at the hood of the car. Of course a lot of complexities in this, but the risk: adrenaline in the blood injected powerful jet. So walking on the outlying or not, I prismatrivayu courtyard surrounding their future victims. During one of his walks, and I came to this metal monster. Generally a car was very well-groomed, nor an atom's weight or scratches. The light street lamps literally drowning reflected in the bottomless depth of the yellow bonnet. Yes bonnet: I have stopped looking at it and immediately presented itself vossedayuschey on it: I felt even a slight dizziness from a seductive vision. The owner of this machine very cared about it, but it only seems that delusion was that he thought that once samouverenno his car on it is quite old, no one pozaritsya, so it seems, and not put it on the alarm system (as it may have been, and will not) and put it in the dark corner of the courtyard. It is in this corner, by the way yard rather tightly zastavlen machines worth some old garages, which in my opinion has long been abandoned. Garages adjoined those close to the wall at home, at the wall by the way, there is only one window while the fire destroyed not one of them. Burned garage one day fit a tractor janitors removed where it appears in a landfill, and between the wall and the wall of the home of extreme, a little emptiness podgorevshego garage was formed precisely the width of the garage. Previously, this place is always empty, and only occasionally serve a public toilet, including me. But he turned up, a yellow Opel, and because as I said the yard machines zastavlen heavily became his boss put him in front of a garage it is almost there and Chydenius. I do not know how he rejuvenated from there but space between cars sideways and the wall was not nearly. Perhaps the owner felt that there more reliably than anyone else to leave the car or elsewhere, or even why either. But as any event it time after time they left their car and took them home safely.

Indeed it is not anyone nor attempted to hijack or climb into it in order to steal something. I would have been all but nothing on this machine, I put the eye. Seeing it the first time I realized what it will be my next victim. I started there often frequented, and look like when and what. Finally, I learned the full schedule of the owner, how much comes went there to check the car before going to bed, etc. Having ascertained all, I identified evening when I go sikat on the hood of this machine. And here it is evening. I drank a bottle of beer in advance 1.5 liters, and dressed in appropriate clothing.

Short skirts, platform shoes and short denim jackets, that would not have prevented. Filled with beer, I went around. It was rather dark, as was the case in late August and white nights long gone. I noticed from afar its yellow victim, it was náměstí, she was waiting for me. By this time my bladder so otyazhelel and gave themselves felt so strongly that I understood the same time has come!. Oglyadevshis on hand, I slowly approached the car and quickly protisnulas between her and the wall sideways. I was in front of the hood.

It now reflects only the moon and then very little. It was quite dark. Again osmotrevshis on hand, I gently pulling skirt has one foot in the hood, and then quickly climbed to him. I immediately prisela face to a frontal glass. Slightly lift ticket, I prispustila panties. At that time, I have wanted to madness sikat. Once the panties were launched, I immediately ceased to be constrained, and with a loud noisy jet.

Escaped from my bryzgalki. Who ever in the life of me understand long tolerated))) I look like my sikala jet falls on the windscreen of his Mokry thousands of small spray.

I saw how it covers the hood of my urine streams flow down the bonnet. Pisal I probably five minutes. It was a real kajf. Popisav I got panties and jumping with polyubovalas bonnet of the offence. I obsikala glass, and the hood of the same headlights and bumper.

Happy I went home feeling great and oblegchennosti bliss.