No, not so. I would like male bumblebee. Leaving passive arm guard earned, I allowed his left hand a new, audacious maneuver. If I were superstitious, it would first pray. I held a hand down on her stomach, up to the waist of sports bryuchek, belt very conditional, it was double or triple eraser. I am a bit run your fingers under the shoulder and was also lightly punished. My hand was caught directly from the crime scene, on the border of the two eras.

Caught and stopped. But my fingers-shalunchiki already under rezinkoy her trousers and leave the Territorial Development did not want. A short time between our hands were quiet, but principled struggle, my leg driven, but it is stubborn, not retreat. And here to help my other hand, my fingers were gently and carefully touched the breast nipple, where they are. I again began to kiss her neck, and the result is not forced to wait - my principal, the impact force is no longer constrained.

My fingers are self-moved forward and, like fire magma, I felt a little thin fabric of her trusikov. They were the thin, as if they were not at all. My hero, kolom sticking to the minute when she touched me his hand, finally rebelled and defiant upersya depression in the ground in her tight to me Popkov. I so much that I was afraid of only one - as it did not burst. Further process is difficult to describe because I think neither she nor I have no control.

I was a blatant and defiant, the obedient and gentle. She tried to intercept my hand, but Thus, if she shows me what the new Lascoux, she would like to learn. On the wild delight, I skolznul fingers under the edge of her trusikov, felt curled pubis and delicate, dewy silk. Flip it for a while gingerly browsed my middle finger, my heart for small almost tumble out of the chest, to my incredible surprise of her secret valley further moisten, I remembered Mishku with his short lesson, type Glad has not yet become wet, then you can take pants, the resistance will not;.

I followed the great teachings and began to move down its sports bryuchki, strange, but they sleep with her Popkov easy, remember that Tamara slightly lift the lower part of his body, to ease my fate. Just like bumblebees, I thought. Along with bryuchkami snyalis and panties.

Only a moment I lay still. I again tried to drill it to a person who opposed it. Well, so be it, I thought to myself. One movement, I sdernul his trousers and pants. It was not the way to Tanechkoy, kromeshnaya darkness was my ally. And although we both stayed at the knees spelenatymi not withdrawn before the end of clothing, freedom of action was incredible. I lightly pressed finger, and about a miracle, he proskolznul in its wet silk.

I shoot fingers, imitating the limit Lascoux, I felt like my fingers toward jumped shustryachok very little I knew of its existence, Mishka told, I started it, and there has been unexpected, Tamara loudly zastonala. This was a special, impassioned groan and sweet. I tried to nip her hand lips, but only covered the top of its hand, perhaps she herself had long clench their mouths. I started pushing her thigh between hisDruzhkov, but it is hard to compress their feet, I was not very pressed his knees and received a pass in the unknown.

First, what came across my warm pal, was my own finger, which is already quite put into the new environment. The girl breathing rapidly, loudly, perhaps, just breathing and I, but nothing could stop me. I tried to send a druzhka there, where continued its seesaw my finger-winner, but I did not get. Vygnuvshis, to the extent possible, I overshadowed on its back, nature dictates that both will be better and, indeed, the tip of my druzhka plunged into the delicate pescherku and now was close with my finger.

Wild, untold passion engulfed me, I tried to push deeper, but somehow fails. And suddenly I felt that Tamara ago Popkov movement to meet me, meet my druzhku. And that her movement was the last straw perepolnivshey vessel of my wishes. I dernulsya and felt that konchayu, spray my malofi vyplesnulis in her body.

Else! Else. Else. And even a little bit. And again. I shudder, I do not manage themselves. I think I moan some crying moan. It seems like it - too. I remember that lacked mouth off and could not nadyshatsya. Jizzhut - adolescents. Terribly like to drink. I remember that her breasts were momentarily firm as apples. I remember that kissed her back, neck, cheeks. I remember that she never turned. I remember that listened, trying to understand whether in a tent woke from our moan.

What conclusion reached - do not remember. It brought up his clothes, as odelas it - do not remember. But I remember other things. From the first moments after we Decompress our embrace, zakralsya in my poor head chervyachok doubts. All I did as necessary? So what has happened, this is it, then I can consider himself a man? I mastered the girl or not? Maybe this is silly, but the only one worried, then I do not have it in full.

Contact seems to be, but this surface. Yes, I vyplesnulsya it, but somewhere in there, almost at point. For Zina with fizrukom won as it was. It seems dostaval her to stomach. I remember that the its surface everywhere. Breast - they were once again soft and elastic. Stomach and below. There always has been terribly wet. She even pushed my hand. I remember that whispered to her that I love her. I remember that she did not reply.

As she pushed, and I fell asleep - I do not remember. - Devstvenniki left, the other right - shouting me Afrikanovna. From horror, I woke up. - Girls are left to rest - is Afrikanovna built all at the charge. Wildly I slept. I was in a tent. I first sat down, and then fell on the pillow. The events of last night vskolyhnuli my mind. What was that? Love? What is love! Lust, debauchery! Please, God. But still,in my life that have not yet been made.

Thank you, Tomochka. I came out of tents, went unnoticed by the laver, washed. Charging is already over, pioneers were preparing for breakfast. I look for the eyes of his girlfriend the night and was very surprised, even a grudge, saw her in the company of their friends. All six were sitting aloof and something spoken. I went up to him. Neotryvno I looked at her face. She also glimpse looked at me and everything.

They pritihli. You had to say something, but what? - Well, as you tour? - Finally, giving out as a brilliant idea. - Normally, - said one of the boys. - How bedrooms? - I continued, feeling as land quietly went from under my feet. - Normally, - said she looked me straight in the eye. Tamara, go with me, wanted me to tell her that you are doing here, because we won that you do at night, then you are mine, and I am yours, why shouldyou, this company will go, I will always love you, just go I so long dreamed of a girl, that was my, my quite like you.

- All right, go for breakfast - said one of the guys and got up. And Tamara, Tamara, my, suddenly extended a hand to it and capricious propela: - Well, then get help, too, me, cavalier. They went out and I stood as oplevanny. Perhaps the night was not. Perhaps, I do pochudilos. Otherwise, how can it be explained? Or I did so badly? But why is it I really had enabled? After all, I have not done forcibly. So I stood Chinese bolvanchikom. Who am I now? Virgin - left the rest - right! And me where? More stories Oleg Boltogaeva you can find.

- Kozlov, Mishatkina! - She shouts - off, to organize a retreat. We Zinoy beginning to bustle, drive pioneers in the House, the task is complex, almost insurmountable. Bad light electric flashlights, someone lit a candle, that's very romantic, lights extinguished, there are protests, no one wants to sleep, but finally all fit, I am looking for a place in the cherished separation line here, not here, no , Oh, there are town who are calling me by the name of God, my, yes this is my new friend, beside her, I lyagu it and I will protect against indecent contact with the men's part of our house. Extinguished the last candle, kromeshnaya darkness, joyful cries and strong voice Afrikanovny someone purposely making mouth sounds immodest, wild laughter, is young, gentlemen, if someone forgot! Suspend process went surprisingly quickly.

I myself felt that'm in a dream, like all of a sudden a light, almost imponderable touch someone's hands like oshparilo me. This may be the only ones. I carefully removed by hand and bumped at her palm, she was warm and very small. I was gently look over her fingers, they were gentle and obedient to those. And suddenly her hand disappeared. It was, and no. What should I do? More precisely, what can be done? I was at a loss. Gently and carefully, I podvinul arm forward, where, for my reasons, was to be her waist, but nothing was, I measure, where is it, and suddenly my hand again, based on her palm, no, now I do not release.

I firmly grabbed her arm and pulled you. She succumbed to even more. Hell, yes, she resists! I finally caught hold Tamara waist measurement and at a loss - she was lying to me back. Back, so back, I held a hand on, around, under her stomach and one traffic tightly prityanul to imagine. I was struck by his arrogance. Mining was next. Why is remembered book about OS or bumblebees. They described the experience as female and male halves dismember plant on the upper part of her body, but it does not react, when he suggested the lower part, that is, we, popu and legs, he began Shustrov serve male and obyazannosti.

Verhnyaya the lower part, see whether it differently smell. I almost laughed. Wildlife wise, I thought. In my possession were also lower and upper parts. But for some reason the rear. No, it is rather lower. In the wild, I would have had to issue a satisfied roar. But now I was silent as a mouse. I was lying on one side, she, too, nose, I felt her hair, her Popkov uperlas to the bottom of my stomach, breast, I felt her back, legs - her legs., Like two spoons in the cafeteria recruitment; - I thought.

Now it was necessary to translate the spirit. What to do next, I was not represented. I listened, it seems, do not disturb our quiet race. In the House, it was quiet, except for a sleeping sniff and mutter fall asleep. Xxxvogue - adolescents. I legonko stroked her stomach through a thin T-shirt. No reaction. I peredvinul hand raised and with unspeakable delight felt good JAblochko her chest. I touch the other breast, fantastic! First, soft, elastic then. Always carefully, and I began to pull her T-shirt upward, this was quite simply, T-shirt was so short, and here is my hand under her sleek warm belly, her waist. I gently stroked has earned, that so few and so many.

My fingers, as if controlled by someone more experienced, went on the tour on her back, and here it is the first serious goal, clasp bra, I touched her, read the design, such as savvy as how to use it. Unfastened with one hand can not. I appeal to the aid of the second hand, where you bezdelnitsa, klats and clasp undone. I have a whole her in the neck, I want her to say something, but how? Only his hands, just hands. That is what dobyus their playful handles, so will mine. Classical; woman loves ears in this adventure does not work. In an instant, I measure. And if Afrikanovna zazhzhet light and discovers Tamara without bra that then? Do not dwell on my white light, I decided to himself.

It is better to die with a maiden breast by hand than proslyt first burdock southern Russia. Always, I held his hand forward, sweet, well you cover your sisochki? Give them to me, give, I know what to do, you touch them every day, but I? And this girl succumbed to, I took her aside Ladoshki and felt under the fingers of the divine, wonderful hemisphere. Surprised how hard her nipples were. I prosunul under her arm and the second captured the second breast. Right, I said to myself, if fondle, the two, otherwise one would be a shame. I still legonko kissed her in the neck, back, sidew ays, I made a motion to expand it to a person and feel its stress resistance.

But I'm afraid so. Maybe I do not like it at all? Call your body calls to action, as he said. What advice? With whom to talk frankly? Mamochka, though you would be with me posheptalas. And then spoke about the monthly and about the timing and ku-ku. Going, daughter, life itself. So I learn. But yesterday, in the alcove detsada. Oh, a nightmare. He brought me to the normal state when I was little savvy, styanul with me all the clothes, navalilsya and I felt it, well, I think everything finish playing, Natashenka. Suddenly someone outside wall as zaoret: - Pupils and students use a condom! I almost died of fear. So far as remember, so vzdrognu. This is also his phrase.

Who povedeshsya from both nabereshsyaTetrad, notebook, who invented you? Parafraz. Of Gogolya.Tetrad Igor / morning, I looked at Zinu different eyes. Rather, it is for me to become a different person. Outwardly it, nothing issued. The same girl as yesterday. I sat next to her. She suddenly zevnula. Aha! - Do not get enough sleep - she smiled guiltily. Another would have wanted me to say it, after this, I think you need to take compensatory time off and sleep the whole day. Near fizrukom. But I, of course, silent. - Today the trip go, for two days, with overnight stay, - said Zina. - Not so bad, but where? - In Aderbievku. Jizzhut - adolescents. - Oh, is this ridge.

There cool. - Have you been? - Yes, the last time. There, Walnut Grove, River, in general, bespodobno-Good. Pornstarbook - adolescents. Well, okay, I went to collect clients for breakfast. I looked up as she goes from me, slightly pokachivaya hips, slim skirt exciting move around her thighs. Memory obligingly draw completely different scene: Here is the dazzling white (even in the dark) legs up, it contains the body of her lover, he enters into it even stronger tremor of cutting, breathing both noisy, passionate, but it was already standing on legs I see them only to the waist, and he fizruk helping her dress shorts, he carefully keeps them in weight, two palms right in front of my face if I wanted, it could lift his shorts out of the hands, she puts one foot , Then the second, only now he considers his mission accomplished, then it odevaet shorts itself, it is ridiculous raskoryachivaet legs, and here is already wearing panties, she finally lowers skirt and all, no trace, innocent girl, and more.

Zina disappeared at the door chamber. Lost and my vision. The whole day went on the charges. Then we put into buses and lucky along the Sea to the crevice through which easily switch to the other side of the ridge, then we will go on foot, it will be called hikes. We will go eight kilometers and, in the nut grove, liefor the night.

We went long. A long string of pioneers and vozhatyh accompanied by stray dogs, stretched for kilometers, so that when the beginning of the column tired ruhnulo centuries under the trees, the tail of the procession draw even half an hour. In nut grove cool. Who has not been, never will understand. This air is not anywhere else. And the sound of wind in the tops of trees, the eternal and incomparable sound. I lay under a tree and put under the head of the backpack. Near the girl sat down in the first group, one of the three, which is not suitable age for pionerlagerya. I finally examined her closely. Beautiful bryunetochka. A short haircut.

Blue eyes, the right spout, just pripuhlye lips. It was a white shirt and black sports bryuchki. Through a well-prorisovyvaetsya T-shirt bra. Small droplets of sweat on her upper lip issue fatigue. - Tired? - I asked her. - Yeah, dalekovato yet - she said. - This is not a habit - I explained. - Probably. - Where's your friend? - What friend? - She was surprised. - Well, you have all the time together - I tried to explain. - No, he did not hand me - she looked me straight in the eye. - Sorry, thought - I probormotal. - Izvinyayu. - What's your name? - Tamara - she said. - I Igor. - I know. - Where? - I was surprised, and I know everything - she smiled.

- How old are you, if not a secret? - In May, turned fifteen. - Not so bad. - And what did not like? - Looks like. - You pair replaced? - No, in the first, soon to leave. Explaining that our camp is unique in that it has something of a military factory near Moscow, apparently, little children there and, ultimately, is a unique long shifts - for forty days, that is, only two shifts. But there are kids who come in all summer. This is called a change of steam. There have been placed gruppki tired pioneers. Our conversation was interrupted. The rest of the day Tamara such as the fall from my field of view. We loudly galdya, installed three huge tents at the forty-shower each.

It was found that sleep would have strange kits, half the squad in a tent, along with half of another team. But, more importantly, in a tent must have been sleeping together both girls and boys. We, the guide was defined role etakogo divide between boys and girls. The evening went unnoticed. Coster, jokes, suspicious romp in the dark, quiet laughter, loud laughter, song on the verge of decency, we plyvem of Uruguay, overnight at least vykoli eyes, hear the cries of parrots, human voices, is the most decent couplet songs, more steeper Afrikanovna Waving , Flutters, but could not do anything, but, finally saving idea came to her in the head.