Began to withdraw from her panties, but she did not resist. The night light, as it is today. Panties on her white, in flower, as now I see. Navalilsya I have it, pull off his pants, she is silent, not a word. Divorced her legs, her hand started there at the bottom and it is all wet, you will not submit. Tychus, tychus, can not reach. Suddenly she takes me for the case itself is a guide. I just did not lowered from its touch. And so went well. Well, then solid Kaif. That does not describe in words. - Do you protect? - No. First, no time. And think about this is not thinking. I have to consider that the entire procedure takes place in silence, but after a while it was so loud moan and groan that I am even afraid, do not hear anyone of us on the road.

Thank God no one was. Then suddenly as the beginning of bite me in the shoulder, vygnulas whole arch, shakes it all, stonet to vote, knocking on my heels zhope which there preservation, had my moment, I am a monster with a tremendous shock, how are you today, and thought was not that you need to stop or even that. This is the next day, when I again became a swamp, she said to me, here, put it, and reaches from Bedside Caddy bag skirts. Frankly, say, embarrassing the case.

Without it better. And Kaif stronger. But the same can not think only about themselves. He became worn. It lies waiting. The skirt zadrana, razdvinuty legs, bare stomach. Clothed, navalilsya to it. Entered, do my job, like all the way, and he think, though would not break this filth. But still, well turned out. - It was a girl? - Well, what are you talking about! Then she told me that her fiance is in Moscow, but it is her, she said, is not satisfied as a man. It ska-room that, like you, Serguei, I am well, zhenis to me. - So? - What, I;. Left three days later. Another razok we went with it at our place.

- Letters written? - No. Yes I am her. There, in Moscow will find a hundred of the same or better. - Yes, lucky you. - I say to you, do not drift, they want it. - But you do not get it here? - Well, not always the same so soon. Then, it was possible that she tselka. There is probably will. - A Marina? With it, I can get as you think? - Do not know. I mean, they are all here as the Legends. Hit them in the evenings to poluobmoroka, but as to this case, so no-no. Sozhmet legs and Basta. Pacany izvelis all. Girls think of themselves as these blankets to a TV. But nothing I did not leave her.

- Who? - Well, Olga, which I did. You sleep, or what? - Almost. - Well, spy, spy. - If you will allow mosquitoes. Morning brought great loss. No, nobody died. Just Marina written down. She came to our house, dressed in igolochki, bluzochka white, short skirt. Princess, and more. She kissed each Patsayev on the cheek, and I am still in the mouth. And he is already on the verge waved us handle. I just do not razrevelsya. I was standing at the door and watched as she went to hospital courtyard, as the wind blow her hair as vzmetnulsya bottom of her short skirts, exposed for a moment stroynye thigh, the same that I am so passionately caress last night.

Next to her was her mother, just another young woman, and I thought that Marina will soon grow to become the same beautiful and attractive damoy, that it will be a husband, children will be his own life. Pantybuns - ta, on which all my dreams:. Tamilsex com - pohotlivoe plant. Recall Is it me at least one day? Though ever. I thought I will never forget it. The evening I did not go into the red corner. It seemed to me a betrayal of a Marine. Movie is over, Pacany returned, but not all. Sergei was not. At my puzzled look Slavik made baranku of the index fingers and big left hand. He then votknul index finger of his righthand inside baranki and made a couple of reciprocation.

I obdalo heat. This movement is known to all. Perhaps it is internationally. By value. According to the terms. By force. As simple. Really? I could not sleep. I do zavidoval Sergei. How easy it is. Suddenly I prispichilo. I got up and left the chamber. In the hallway was dark. Somewhere midway little burned a small light bulb. I zaskochil to the toilet, otlil. Went into the corridor and this time he saw them. They came out of a room in the end of the corridor. They were not even holding hands. Then she has gone forward, and he podotstal. I yurknul the House, ulegsya its bed.

Sergei has gone in a minute. I pretend that sleep. Sergei fell into bed and immediately fell asleep. I looked at his face, illuminated pale moon light and thought, do it now possible, and if possible, why is it so fast asleep. After all, must sing and dance. And bless for such lafu. But he dryh as marmot. Morning, I went flawlessly to the door, from which they emerged last night. It was a small chulanchik, where mattresses were stored. He led the door of the corridor, it was, in fact, door-frame without doors, small vestibule and a door in the closet, which is closed from t he inside to hook. Mattresses were lying in three rows, each of ten in the pile. I looked at the mattresses and thought, which of them could this happen, if at all happened.

Published in the chair, with the consent of avtora.Kopirovanie and distribution without permission is prohibited! / 1Glava 8. / / Tetrad Dima / - For what it is you like that? - I asked Slavik, when we were already in the House. - Deep zasunul. - What zasunul? - Perplexedly I asked. - This is - he raised his hand and expressively poshevelil index finger. Perhaps the type I was the most stupid. Sitting on a nearby bed Sergei laughed loudly, then thoughtfully made: - Yes you are probably not dangerous for girls.

- Why is that? - I do not understand. - Well, you do not have that, why can children. - Why not? - What, what. Sperm, what else - quietly he said. - There - I said, do not hesitate. - I think not. - Why do you think so? - Ser you are in these matters. - This is not related things. - Even as related. What do you volnueshsya? If there is - prove. - Prove. - Prove. Why am I brought? I do not know.

Probably should have been silent, and all. But now it was nowhere to retreat. Conversation heard many, if not all. I had to prove it. But how? In the House like a forgotten our dispute. Slavik slowly rasstilal sheet, Sergei considered in the mirror his face. Just off Pacany playing checkers. Before otboya left half an hour. I have beat a pillow. The section formed mordoy to the wall. PrG­kra eyes. All the events today, ranin front of me.

Actually, today was nothing to find, other than those previously unknown weasel, which enabled me to Marina. I remembered all that was between us. The experienced the excitement has returned. I put a hand touched his warm, petushka insurgency. ; Come on your lap Cockerel;, told me in my mother when I was very young. Now he was a great and strong. It is produced? If he is inserted into the body of the girl child, it will be terribly painful.

But Pacany say to them, the girls are very pleased, not less, than us, guys. So, as I now behold. I do my job quietly and unnoticed. Recall. And what was and what was not. Actually, I rarely do. They say it is harmful. But sometimes such neterpezh that the only way to reset voltage. Highlights approached. Here are today. That is almost. I turned toward the house. Sergey all scan their, beloved. - Come here - I said and did not recognize my voice.

He obediently got up and shagnul to me. - Look. He apparently did not understand and I have leaned slightly. - Look - and I pushed sheet. He had Lean back sideways, otherwise a strong, tugaya jet taking off from my petushka hit him in person. The fountain was a nearly meter-up, no less. - Neither the fuck yourself! - Dazedly ryavknul Sergei. In the House there was deathly silence. Then someone giggled. I hide behind. Now I was all the same.

Delicious relaxation cover the whole body. - How are breeding stallions! - Sergei looked at me osharashenno. Then he looked closely at other patsanov. Smeshko stopped. - That proved so proved - Sergei laughed. Bangedup - adolescents. He sat down on the bed. I felt that the foam up the hierarchical ladder of the roost. The above was only Sergey. Even Slavik with its manual talents spolz down. - Night, boys night - vletela nurse and switched off the light.

- Here's lyagu past the bed, will be responsible - Sergei cried. - At the touch, boys, lozhites to the touch. - You like now to touch - and quietly proburchal Sergei ulegsya. He lay face to me. Luna lights in the window and we saw each other well. - Well, as Marinka? - Said Sergei whisper. - Normally, - as I said quietly. - You, most importantly, not robey. Are you the girl has ever? - What -; Never;? - Palochku yet nobody Kidal? This slang has been known to me.

; Kinut stick - it means mastering the girl. Principal pageantry - so; Kinut couple of sticks;. Even better is not; sticks, and, sticks, so, like, respectable. There is an adult. - No, CIDA, - I answered honestly. - I Kidal, - he said. - Too many? - Do not keep me. - No, three times. We visited a girl from Moscow. So it. - And here what? - Yes now, not yet. Stonet, whine, trembling, but does not. - Tell me about that, from Moscow.

- It is a year older than me. Beautiful. We went with her two weeks. Kissed, paw gave everywhere. He became its coax, come on, they say. Temnela person who did not. And I lezu with her. Steel grove stroll in the evenings. One section near it, but still did not produce. Then, once went to the dance, it's quite dalekovato. I embraced her, but she drozhit all. Like who pushed me. I took her away from the track. Small shrub, Kinula jac ket on the grass, embraced her, the whole, and it's legs is not worth it. Usadil I have it on a coat, let skorenko strip. Thumbzilla - plemjannicy. And it was, trembling all, so melenko.

Vyaknul - to the blackboard! Laughed - received additional job! But if fell asleep, it seems, and will not wake up, is that if zahrapish. And my Svetochka went to the board. There he hang on to some trifles. - Sit down, Rubtsova. Three. She sat, sorry podperev his head a little cams.; Excuse me. And do not worry so - I wrote it. She did not respond. And I decided nasolit this turkey. I quietly put on the floor faceted pencil. Wait a few minutes.

Then stepped on a pencil leg and began to roll under his sole hither and thither. Excellent tool for creating noise. The most important thing is that we can not determine where this terrible sound. Physics raised his head, looked the class does not understand that. I got face a long loaf, allegedly writing in the notebook, I even lyubuyus written, leg know their business. Major, that the movement of my legs are not passed on the upper part of my body.

But we know how. Here is your silence, now you trio from the board, here's to you, that's you. - What is this noise? - Asked finally, a physicist. It has already stood up and looked at us. - In the corridor that is pulled - responded to all Igor. - No, it's here in the classroom - said physicist. - Rats can, under the floor - suggested Mishka. - Or firewood pilyat on the first floor - Katia added. - What other rats?What kind of wood? - Zavizzhal physicist and went to class.

- Wooden - gingerly continued Katya. And then the sound has changed. I immediately realized that someone else at the other end of the class to do the same thing as I did. Yahoo! But now it is impossible to determine the source of noise in principle. Who is it provided me support? I do not know, because zazvenel call. - All right, explain the next time - say a physicist, angrily oziraya us.

The next was the lesson of literature. And suddenly have somewhere to the end of the lesson of Light vanities me leaf. Read. ; So what about the tug?; The hard, I managed not to extradite her excitement.; Come unto me, pozanimaemsya;., Because I do not even know where you live?, I wrote her address. Painted the way.; Suffer?; Suffered. And your mother does not feed me?; Net. We say that you deuces and triples only in chemistry.; And that allows your mother to come to you only otlichnitsam?; No, she likes those with deuces and triples, especially in chemistry;.

, I Many of these?; You first;. We have exchanged a few light yazvitelnymi phrases. Then again returned to the main theme.; So when you come?;.; Tomorrow in the morning, you can?;.; Can;. Or better in front of the school;.; Come on over, then immediately go to school;.; Yes, so will be better;. At night Idreamed that I had mastered a girl.

When I began to love her, she was like a Lidku, then suddenly turned into our German, it is discouraging to me angrily, bormocha about Klein Weiss fridenshtaube, here, if you had learned the song, whisper it, and suddenly I found myself in it I very afraid, well what do you groan it, it is not dangerous for girls, gundosil someone from under the bed, it is something, well, laugh German, I'm afraid of getting pregnant from devyatiklassnika.

I was dangerous, I am very dangerous zaoral I became, sweetly trembling, stop directly in German. You always zaberemeneete, Klein Weiss fridenshtaube, I am very dangerous. Oh, Mein Gott! And I woke up. Briefs were wet. Pollution just ended. My mammy podsunula me about this book. I have read all knew. In the morning I am worried, waiting for the light. Sister went to the first shift and left when I was still asleep.

Thank God. To be sure, it was like a mother to warn. Finally, trying not to extradite her mood, I approached her and said: - Ma, to me now comes another, we pozanimaemsya chemistry. - Well, pozanimaytes - said it was so easy, if it happened every day. - Her name is Sveta, - I said. - Well, that the Light. Be warned in advance, I would you patty ispekla. - You do not need pie. We are. We chemistry - I like it nowhere. - Okay.

Pie next time. And today, so be chemistry. There was a call. I lomanulsya to the door. I shudder hands clicked the lock gate. On the threshold she stood. In school uniforms, hand in a folder for books and notebooks. Light bluzhdala smile on her face. - Come. Here, friends, my mom. - Hello, I am the light, - said my passion. - A mom I Dima, Irina V.. - We chemistry. - Yes, Dima said. - We'll go to my room - I let out. - Certainly, certainly.

Incidentally, I'm half an hour, if not uspeyu return poeshte, find themselves in the refrigerator. And started in chemistry. We sat next to my table, almost like in school, only now we have some chairs, but they were so close that I am all the time, if inadvertently, knee her thighs, we pyalilis in one textbook, so had to move yet closer, light scent of perfume stupefy my head, I would tell her what she beautiful, she likes me, whatI want, she went with me, that we had a great love, but I had something about bubnit valence, about the electronic orbit, about the structure of nuclei.

Time flying unnoticed. Redtube - adolescents. - Look, already poldvenadtsatogo - she said. - It must be the same, half an hour later you have to be at school - I izumilsya. - Moving! - A meal? - Take along! - No. Before the school to escape five minutes. We have success! We really had everything. I have a swirl of a refrigerator.

Lunch was our cold, but the calories: sour cream and sausage, tomatoes, bread, butter and cheese, all of which we are besieged with hot tea, which stood in the thermos, waiting in the wings. She still had time and the mirror povertetsya. In school we are not late. Here's what we have. I was in the seventh heaven. My girl, my girl, sweet stuchalo in the chest. To start, and I do not savvy, I just thought about it, justfor her.

Iznyvaya of tenderness to it, I gently touched her knee her knee. She was not pushed. I Pull denser, so that there is no doubt, that she knew - and I pressed it, you can? And it was again not yet responded. And then I make sure my classmates passionate about their business and none of them looked at our side, gently put down his left hand and put it on the bench desks, in akkurat between us. Blueteen links - plemjannicy. I remembered everything. And Irina inthe film, and Marina in the hospital, I remembered the box, which was Slavik from Katy, and I do not know what to do.

I rake his eyes down. Her dress was so short that covered only half of the thigh. And it was there, on the border between her thighs and edge her school uniform, I wanted to put its unbearably hot hand. I again remembered all their love of modest experience. No, this is not possible. And decided to another. I carefully removed his shoes and podvinul foot to its feet.

As our feet have already been crowded each other to Druzhkov, I just touched her eggs. No reaction. Then I took his foot forward, I am around his leg and bit her leg prityanul on its side. This is yes! Now my leg if obnimala her leg. Our legs were living under the desk of their separate lives. I was slightly moving his foot, to get that my leg laskaet her leg. Excitement and elation spread tome.

It makes me so! More generally been unimaginable. I heard the tap under the desk and almost ahnul by surprise. She withdrew her shoes. Yes, yes, with the legs that had been intertwined with moeyu. Now that her foot was naked, playing our feet under the desk has become a very different flavor and tint. It is, the game was mutual. Now I understand that I will noodle king of heaven, if not put his hand to where it wanted to put ten minutes ago.

Moreover, it is my hand, and lying between our hips, as if waiting for their turn in this sweet romp our limbs. And I, Zamira of unrest, put his hand on the thigh girls. Just to where wanted. At the border of her legs and edges of the dress. And jumped as uzhalenny. No, I was not pushed it. Do not cried. Do not rebelled. Just opened in the call. And it was unexpected, as a shot over the ear. - You fell asleep or something? - Turned to me Vadim heard, as I vstrepenulsya.

- No, just a thought - I said, stammer. Light sat like nothing happened. Slowly, though with regret, her leg vyskolznula of obyaty my legs. Tale oborvalas, as always, at the most interesting. But continued already been promised to me and it is a promise, filled all my thoughts. And the next lesson, I gently laid a hand on all the same cherished place. Light, though not noticed my movement and continued to write in notebooks.

Then I affecting their own courage, his hand went up. I thought the whole class heard as shurshit under my fingers neuverennymi kapronovy her stockings. But no one did not notice. The teacher did not deliberately wrote with chalk on the blackboard, all my classmates nozzles on notebooks. Only I baldeya of delight, easily and cautiously dealt with fingers fasteners her stockings. Then something marvelous happened at all.

Light omitted hand under desks, took the edge of his zadravshegosya on my dress and act nakryla them my hand. Maybe I have this moment pendulous jaw. She corrected lap, leaving my hand on his thigh. It nakryla it, though hid! Do not pushed, does not move down to the knee, it would be natural. It was well accepted, so that my hand had remained at the same location. Just for appearances, she covered her Podil their school uniforms . Presumably, that I do not robel. But now I do not know what to do. More stories Oleg Boltogaeva you can find.