Loni - A nightmare
Recently I read the name "Loni" swept over me and feeling a shudder.
For "Loni" was in childhood not a name but a nightmare.
I'm trying to remember the face of the aunt from the Region, but all I see is a huge big breasts in front of me. As a catering tent for a Napoleonic army, the blouse stretched over these two huge meat on the hill top - remained well understood invisible - only the flag with the coat of arms of Bonaparte was missing.
Loni was bigger and wider than Uncle Max, stronger, and with a loud voice and a lot of Italian temperament equipped. Accordingly, we took
"Loni" to welcome for boldly to his chest, our little child's head pressed deep into the catering tent and just then began the nightmare!
It was dark, smelled something strange and deaf-level one for air to breathe - for minutes as we thought. Saw you at last, the suffocation near where daylight approached, already half open, bright red lips, similar to that of a giant carp, and one was kissing that a seeing and hearing again passed.
with freshly showered and smeared red face, staggered back to the womb and while the recovered, an equal shuddered before the farewell ceremony, in which there was no escape.
Loni has left damage that can be said today.
For large breasts, lipstick and kisses are for welcoming me to this day - a nightmare.
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