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This weekend I have a seminar in Manaus-AM for about 40 people. This event is training for the great soul seekers, those who have gone through Tantra and Samsara, and have entered the path of the Mahatma. That is, in Tantra they have learned the power of fertility, in Samsara the power of rebirth and now they are seeking total integration. As I am at this moment in São Paulo obviously I had to take a flight yesterday to my destination. I was in the check-in line and in front of me was a young woman, natural smooth blonde hair, thin, dressed all in black with a wide pants on the legs but tight on the butt, of those whose buttocks bite and get tangled. I find it very sexy. As I analyzed that delight, I noticed that her sneakers were untied. I tapped her shoulder and said, "Excuse me, be careful not to fall when you step on the laces of your sneakers, they're untied". She looked at me scared and made a sound: "What?" So I got down on my knees, I grabbed her foot, and as I was tying the laces, I explained: "Excuse me, be careful not to fall when you step on the laces of your sneakers, they are untied", and I completed: "Now there is no more danger". I received a smile and a sound: "Oh my God, thank you". We didn't exchange any words. No more words, and we went on our way through the vast, beautiful Guarul airport full of arrivals and departures, possibilities and opportunities. In the boarding line there was her, about five people in front of me. She moved her hair and sometimes looked back as if looking for someone. I thought to myself, surely this beautiful girl woman can not be traveling alone, must be waiting for a friend, a friend, a girlfriend or boyfriend. Whoever travels constantly knows the bag that is these boardings, takes off the belt, takes off the shoe, takes off the notebook. There is so much that I have thought of trying to board naked to make life easier for the tax officers, is there an idea, what do you think? It would be funny, everyone in the middle of the line at the airport. Sorry for the daydreaming, things of a very active mind. In my mind, now I was just traveling and searching for <unk>gate, another crazy, because now the boarding gates no longer come on the ticket and you have to report them in the video system of the airport. But let's face it, whoever is there, and how to say: <unk>Bora is a fucking idiot. When I am looking at the video terminal concentrated looking for my boarding gate, I have the impression that I am being observed. And it really was, about two meters to my right she was and when I looked at her, she returned with a beautiful smile, straightening her hair out in the light wind that was blowing. Then looking into her eyes I said: <unk> Leave it like that, disheveled, you are beautiful. She became slightly blushed and smiled. I approached and we started talking. Her name is Asgard, she is a Danish biologist and was going to Manaus where she will spend two months conducting studies at the Amazon Biotechnology Center (BAC) and will be staying at the Tropical. At this moment, my desire was to kneel again and thank the same Mahatdin and Frigg for granting me such a soul. After all, it was not a whole kingdom, but rather the doors of the great Heimdall, and at this moment I am on the path of faith, and I agree with Heimdall. There was time and during the flight, we sat side by side and talked a lot about Brazil, its six biomes, its culture, its people and its history. She told me about her life in Denmark, about her projects, her dreams and desires. A woman of the world, a woman who believes that this planet is the true kingdom. I told her what I do and how I do, what I was going to Manaus, how my seminars are. My lifestyle, the things that happened to me, finally a conversation of friends who just met. She told me that during college she had a boyfriend and lived with someone, but that the Nordics are very cold and purposeful, their relationship lacked passion, fire, intensity and a more spicy temperament. At this moment it was more proof that God exists and loves me, like his favorite son who after a crazy week was being tested or tested once again, if he was present, it was a good moment to give it up. We arrived in Manaus at 9:30 p.m., so we went to the hotel and invited her to dinner. I told her that I would introduce her to a series of flavors that she had never tasted: Tambaqui roasted with potatoes, cupuaçu cream, tapioca with coconut and rabbit cheese, pirarucu cake, I warned her that the only things she would not do would be to eat meat and drink, because I don't really do that. The night was very pleasant, rhyme and we had fun. At this moment we looked like a couple of lovers, holding hands, kissing and caressing. She was wearing a very light Indian dress, blue silk, that marked her body and apparently did not wear lingerie. She slowly and discreetly climbed up her dress, feeling the softness of her white skin as she fished. Her cocoons, without touching any part of the interior, covered her smooth little mouth, just covered her calcinus, and her tiny lips, which were practically transformed by the sound of her tiny, tiny, tiny lips, or lips, were quietly moving into the environment. In the elevator, I was already hard as a stick and she didn't make a pudgy face, pulled out and sucked right there without caring whether there were cameras or not. Certainly there were and someone at that moment was watching us, which only increased our stamina. We had literally switched on the FUCK. When we arrived in the room without him, my desire was to meet that white, almost platinum body. How beautiful is the body of a natural blonde woman, her freckles, her pink haloes, her pink pocket and pillow, incredible. And all this to the sound of international music: <unk>fuck me hard, very hard<unk>. But it's not like I can just be entering the realm of the fairy tale before presenting my weapon, no warrior to the Vahala will be without his sword in his hand. So I explored all his legs, his legs, his hands, we erased his veins, his squirt, his butt, while she was sleeping in the room, my desire was to meet that white, almost platinum body. She opened her mouth, her pink haloes, her pink pocket and her pink pillow, incredible. And all this to the sound of international music: <unk>fuck me hard, very hard<unk>. But it's not like Asgard. But it's not like I can simply be entering the realm of the realm of the fairy story before presenting, no warrior to the Vahala, no warrior to the Vahala will be without his sword in his hand.