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ME LIKES DZHULIJA ROBERTS Glik 3	Glik the third And at once I have tested a shock. Under Vitaly Leonteva's help, I, hardly having looked round in virtual lift-browser Internet Explorer, having understood with buttons, icons and folders, have there and then risen on a floor-portal www.aport.ru, at once was convinced, that two mean sisters of the real world — advertising and a policy — correct ball and in virtual, has called an Internet conductor «Aport!» Also has ordered to conduct me in those sites-premises where there can be I my dream. The search robot has probed required resources, has rummaged around on network susekam and has given out me the plan-list of routes — Dzhulija Roberts has been registered on 862 sites! And here I involuntarily, on ignorance and on fatal coincidence of circumstances have made an awful mistake: I from the first a clique have got on that unique of more than eight hundred sixty pages which should see one of the last or in general the latest. This page which is to … address However, no, to hell, I will not shine this address! And so, this web page so has excited at once a lath, has brought down on me such volume of the frank information, that subsequently, expecting not without justification progress, I frequently again and again was disappointed. And, as I too then was understood-has understood, this site with the foolish name «Naked truth», was, in general, preparshivenkim and consisted only of one page without any hyperlinks: at first there was filmography Dzhulii in English; and then — two pictures, one under another. Here in them and — an essence. The matter is that when because of the bottom border-edge of the screen the first image has started to be crept out-appear (the computer worked it is terribly sluggish!), at me heart in any is painful-delightful anticipation began to squeeze: the let straight lines this time hair down, familiar dzhulievskaja a smile, any exotic earrings-suspension brackets of the improbable length, open hands, shoulders, a neck … On it — a dark jacket-vest, a zone picture it is made reportazhno, on the move, and here on this picture full of movement, an expression, distinctly it was visible-is appreciable, that under a T-shirt anything more is not present — buds of nipples shamelessly stuck out from under a matter web … My God, mercy My God, what for, well You what for have allocated me with imagination and imagination! I so vjave, I so am perfect zrimo saw-represented, how breasts Dzhulii on the move wave, I even as though clearly heard gentle rustle with what edges sostsov it rub-slide from within on a matter … And, here that is amazing: I saw perfectly on the telescreen, especially in "Beauty", that a breast at Dzhulii Roberts, we will tell so, not from the greatest, well a maximum 2nd number, and here on a picture kazalos-saw, that breasts — wave … There was an evening, the beginning of the eleventh. The wife sat behind and hardly obliquely, in a niche, on a sofa, knitted the next rag. The screen of the monitor she saw, could see. I have moved a chair to the right, have developed, villages hardly sideways, skosobochilsja — have covered Dzhuliju with the case. Has hardly counterbalanced breath and, having drowned the scrolling button, has moved further. By position begunka I have guessed, that there should be still something — the text or a picture. «Though a picture! — I asked. — though still a photo!.» I dreamt-had a presentiment, that I will see something other-wordly. And — was not mistaken! However, at first the disappointment sigh was pulled out from my breast: the picture crept out the black-and-white. But I have there and then forgotten about it: already on a sight, any is sad-sad, on strange expression of a familiar face (both the shame shade, and any call), on unusually closed — unsmiling — to lips Dzhulii videlas-miscalculated singularity of this photo. I have grown dumb: it stood at any wall sideways, the right shoulder forward, having combined hands behind the back, having pulled hard on them, having turned the person to an objective — she looked the sad-reproachful sight directly at me, as if speaking to this sight something like: «That … look, if to you indeed it so is important …» Yes, it has been completely bared. However, it again was only a half-length portrait, but and it has sufficed me much — I after all have been assured, I did not doubt, that further, then, I will find and at all its zapredelno-frank facsimiles … — You that there, pornuhu on the Internet have found? Has begun to breathe, as a steam locomotive! — vjaknula Anna. — Lag behind! — I have bellowed and have more densely covered with body Dzhuliju. The breast me has amazed it. If on the previous picture to me mnilos-seemed, that they, breasts, wave under a thin matter of a T-shirt now I have met-was convinced — they could not wave: breast Dzhulii (I saw only one, right) was small, with the dark convex nipple terminating in a large berry — yes such is trite-beaten comparison will be excused to me! But it was the berry — a blackberry: I have directly felt its taste is tart-sweet on the lips. I have already touched in imagination breast Dzhulii, I already shy kissed it defiantly vstoporshchennyj a nipple, feeling as language rough soft elasticity of a female hot body … And most it is amazing, after all I did not like such dummies, I hated such vstoporshchennye strongly pronounced big dummies-berries! Me, recently, when I have come across them in darkness lips or saw personally, having bared my Anna Ioannovny's breast, hardly potashnivat did not begin, all my heat-heat love from such abrupt female breast vanished … And here, podi you, here I all fibers of soul and a body have instantly understood-has realised: at Dzhulii there can be only such breast, with such wonderful big nipple a breast, and from one sight at this breast and at this nipple I am stuck out-ignite to I can not, as if the teenager-grammar-school boy unmarried or the soldier-pervogodok expiring in barracks at night by a rich seed. Sorcery-delusion any is direct! It is a shame to admit, but I have boiled before, before vozbudilsja-has heated up, what, having disdained all and all moral foundations and having spat mentally on the lawful spouse snuffling behind the back on a sofa, absolutely already was going to to curtail-cover the image on the display to an icon, to pass, covering vstoporshchennye trousers, somehow sidewise in a bathroom and to make there a sin bible Onana … Well, really, not on Anna was to rush?! But here there was an unforeseen: the modem has suddenly peeped-has tinkled also contact to the Internet has broken. I involuntarily matjugnulsja and, of course, was frightened — there was still a teapot a teapot: everything, now I Dzhulija will disappear! But the picture continued to be shone, certainly, on the screen. I feverishly, a shivering hand from what the arrow of the mouse skipped hodunom, zaklikoval-has saved at first the reference to page in a folder "Selected works", and then, for reliability, and entirely all web page in in advance prepared new folder — «JULIA». About, I already knew, from the help besides Vitaly Leonteva, this newly appeared Vergilija-conductor on Internet hell circles, about wonderful graphic programs and programs-viewers with which help I can consider-study image Dzhulii repeatedly increased, with all details … And I considered, I studied, I again and again, innumerable quantity of times called this picture-slide from computer depths on a screen surface, each time testing painful delightful pressure in all my got tired of loneliness and overflowed with currents of love an organism. Not finding then in web space more than any even close similar on degree of nakedness of image Dzhulii, I this to which has appropriated a name "Nju", did not get tired to look-examine. Certainly — not absolutely I the boy without moustache was! — in the heart of the consciousness I guessed vaguely, assumed, what is it quite there could be a collage, that original in a photo are only person Dzhulii and its royal magnificent hair, but … After all to deceive me I am simple — to be deceived is glad! <<<Glik the second Glik the fourth>>>
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