Provinciales En Chaleur (1981)

where I had my first lovers' adventure.

My first passions.

Excuse me, monsieur, I forgot the towels for the bathroom.

Would you hand me the soap?

Yes, please.

What's your name?

Miele.

Wait a minute, garbage girl, I'll meet you halfway.

Aegean!

You're a very sweet little person.

You can blow inside me.

Please.

Oh, yes, you can.

The service in this hotel, oh la la, is damn good.

There you go.

Thank you. That's enough. Bend over.

You want some?

So, from behind.

Stay there.

Bend down lower.

Then I'll get inside.

Please lower.

Yes.

I'll be right there.

Don't go out, Mötzke. I'll be right there.

Oh.

She was in the last class of Lyceum, where I was Repetor.

Very good in philosophy, but a five in math.

I hadn't noticed until then. I taught her how to tutor in subjects where she was weak.

One night, I explained to her a slightly difficult task in algebra, but she didn't seem to listen.

Apparently, she was in some beat shed with her mind, listening to her favorite singer's latest hits,.

While I was trying to teach her the necessary knowledge.

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