Then I compared them. It seems, my friend, that you have here a readable manuscript that contains a lost work by our beloved Longus in its entirety.�...Words could hardly express my surprise at that time when I examined the manuscript. With my usual professionalism I dated the manuscript at the beginning of the tenth century. It can only be only by magic that such a wonderful piece, another novel by Longus survived through the turmoil and chaos of history to us, bearing a fragrance of the Greek. I put my hand under her top and felt her big soft belly. She wasn't stopping me so I reached up to touch her boobs. They were so big and heavy. I began massaging them and she began moaning, then she stood up. She felt the bulge in my pants and I felt like I could cum at that moment. She stood between my legs and took her top off. She leaned towards me and put her hands on the back of the chair. She put her huge cleavage in my face and I could feel those big warm, full boobs engulf my face. I. You could see the outline of my lips. the lace felt good. they were a little small for me but still. She then says I can keep them if I want. shes got plenty more. I say thanks. I take them off. She says she has an idea.. she takes her dress off. her boobs were so small and cute. small nipples. she says take your shirt off. I do then take my bra off. shes staring at my body. we lay down. she asks if she can see my vagina. I say ok. she opens my lips to find my clit. yours is so different she. In the meantime, somewhere in the little town of Leskow, a young man named Martin is drunkenly swaggering towards his home, while trying with all his might to forget that he has only two more weeks left until the start of the new school year. *** Martin was not a good student, nor did he enjoy school. He did not enjoy any kind of effort. And since open protest against the tasks life set him would have been an effort too, his attitude made him reminiscent of a thick lump of clay that with enough.