Pomyal to fame. Zavuchka prevented. And it would be - already. In kindergarten, she now nor in what. A couple tried to zataschit, impinges, nearly crying. So Hit at Door of her house. Once her father zastukal us. She barely managed to smartness panties. That would give it to me, has no doubt, the question in another. Where? This, as our old physicist said, my question. Good would be to my house, but his mother took leave and is sitting at home all the time.

By Natasha home? There Mammy her forever. Lord, here's the problem! Salvation came nezhdanno-negadanno. The mother announced that the union gave her a trip to Sochi, and that after she left, and we remain with his father at the farm. Velvet season that is. Excellent. Long live the Soviet trade unions - the most humane in the world. Long live the velvet season! And mamochka left. The next day I flew to school, as on the wings. The first lesson I conveyed the same Natashe note.

; Come evening walk.; Well, how many?; In eight;. At the and agreed. That night I waited, with a particular look. What she say? To say directly or invent dunku? But take and say directly. Whether that will be. We came to our place simultaneously. Usually, I come before. It has always allowed himself a bit to be late. Fine so for a couple of minutes. We went on our habitual route. The park, alley, shops, alley, park, its entrance.

Previously, instead of shops was kindergarten, but after he no longer the case. And here we are at our shops. Hello, old! - Natasha, as well love you, I can not without you - I sheptal, tseluya her face. - A poglyadyvaesh himself in the other - she replied sadly. - Who? - In German. At the Cat. - What do you say so? I do not need nobody, except you. - So sweet vresh that wants to believe. - Natasha, do not you trust me? - Doveryayu.

- Natasha - I hold a pause. - What? - Natasha, you know what our problem? - What? - In that we do not reach the end in our relations. - Up to what end? Prior to my end, I like to joke, but I said another. - We recension each other weasel, and most of you-I do not allow. It is to keep silent. And I decided. - Natasha, you forgot my stanesh. Then we will have everything in a different way. - As in another way? - She sat, otvernuvshis and lowering the head.

- Well, we will better know each other. - And I know you so well. - Nothing you do not know. I do everything for you. Natasha. Come to me. - Where to? - Ko me home. Do you want, come tomorrow morning, nine hours. - And what about your? - A mother left for the sanatorium. A father at work. - No tomorrow Sunday. - He was working day. - You have already provided all - it looked to me in person. - Yes, I did not provided.

Just so happened. So you come? - I do not know - she answered quietly and again delete the head. I just do not podprygnul. ; I do not know - it is not; Net;! And I exert pressure on the other lever. I embraced it. Posada to their knees. More traditionally had everything. I iron her everywhere, until exhaustion in kissed lips, rasstegnul koftochku, moved up lifchika cups, iron chest, gently took her teat in his mouth, my right armfor the entire evening to register under her skirts, now became cooler evenings, and she was already in stockings.

I otstegival fasteners, otherwise it was simply impossible to push through your fingers inside her panty, heated to its body. All that we have it already done many times during this crazy summer. And I, and it, we knew well, than it end, but each time as if everything happened the first time, and all her attempts to compress their thighs my fingers, do not give them freedom, all that was short on my victory, this her victory, I sought her, we are not seeking her, and she stonala and vskrikivala, bite me, rhythmically dergayas entire body and suddenly fell on my shoulder, logged and moist, it is with fever, beaten fine tremor, it vshlipyvala as a child after long rydany She Nuzzle lbom in my neck and no way otdyshatsya.

Finally, she comes to himself, comes alive, her hand rests on my trousers, she legonko touches me through the clothing, raises eyes and quietly asked: - And you? - No need - I answer.

No one knows what effort is worth me such a response. But now I went trump ace. She looks at me a question. Secunda, I silently, then say: - I want to present. It is slightly extended. Slower arises. Surkhakhi panties. Again sets. All this in silence. Bunnyteen - penalty vorovki. Raised skirt, starts pristegivat stockings. Left, right. Massacred skirt.

Corrects lifchik. Koftochku hooks. All this in silence. Suddenly she starts crying and vshlipyvaet. She cries loudly, in voice, it is earned, like, old, it falls to me to the chest, I do not know what to do with it, I have not ever seen it this, I glazhu her shoulders, back, head, it does not necessarily those caress That three minutes ago, and she cries and cries. - I am afraid, do not you understand, I was still nobody, suddenly I zaberemeneyu, the father will kill me, but you threw me, as threw Lidku who I am if you want, so I went hand, if you're me loved, you would not require this, you would have spared no me shore, knowing that I have neither with whom. It continues to accuse me, and the cries and cries all, and I silently and silently.

Published on Stulchike with the consent avtora.Kopirovanie and dissemination without permission is prohibited! / 1, Chapter 9. / / Tetrad Lena / Who am I now? How well you get? Some days I do not find their seats. Imagefap - adolescents. Of course, you can justify that the soldiers to make tipsy me, but I do not resist it and, if the fair. Not yet remain from Dutch Romana, who gave maloznakomomu Soldier. What should I address him, his picture? Most importantly, perhaps, not zaletet. And then last night with Roman, and Tolik - all these are already on the brink of my timing.

Do not be zaletet. Otherwise I do not live. Learning has become a very uninteresting. All tired. Want to marry. Joke. At school, all was still. Almost no changes. In a brand new class. All eyes shoots. Put eye on our Dimochku. Even strange. There are more interesting stuff. Yet we have a new physicist and German. Physics quite young, nineteen years old, not more. He still studying at the institute. Remote. A German general, only in the last school year ended.

Beautiful bitch. Pacany saliva come when she goes to class. I villages in the first instalment. Since Lidkoy. It is in grief. Mishka threw her. Almost nor with whom do not speak. Most people changed. Yes, love of evil. Came as a physicist to our new board, was about to put o any law, writes on the board, place it on fewer, and he began nagibatsya. Prisel even slightly, knocking chalk on the blackboard as the woodpecker, we also write in notebooks,to keep him.

And suddenly I raise your head and see that he looks directly under my party, that is, on my legs. I instinctively, flakes, and szhala knees, and the recall that I assumed this morning napyalila under the bottom. Remember, like all means, show no shame, though looks, if there is interest, the younger case. And it all knocking chalk, I left him on sight, I see that he continues to braid under the eye of our party. And to you, and I thought slightly razdvinula legs. Our physicist blushed as cancer.

Understand that I am his usekla. That's what I became impudent woman. To my surprise physicist became so neatly to become sticky to me. Honoured, of course. And what? That is beyond him married a year later and everything will be cool. The guy he interesting. Devki lopnut of envy. But in two years how much water utechet, to cheat him any. A pity. Physics in the class not to take an instant dislike to. He probably had to be pomyagche with Igor and Mishka, as he poper them borer not catch that they are in the class leaders.

It then became to seek contact with them, but, alas, it was too late. Now it is very difficult for us. It is a letter from Irki. U Polina with Sashkoy wedding in a week. Invite. Apparently, the mother will go. I would like, but I do not take. I submit our meeting with Roman. But yesterday came a letter from Anatolia. And, from his mailbox has learned Mammy. That something was questioning with addiction. Who is this? Where youmet? How many years it? And the questions raised by one, at intervals of half an hour.

It was evident that she was very concerned about. That's what it means - mother's heart, I thought. All chuet. Anatoly wrote cautiously. Not a hint of our relations. He apparently feared that the letter will get me through the second hand. Wrote about the service, remembers that both our short meeting in the train; Especially, second; he wrote. Inquired about my success in school that I read, what todo in their spare time.

Simple; Goodbye; at the end. No thee; Goals and embrace;. Good wrote. So, after reading that, I have to calm Mammy, she said: - At read if you are interested. - No, there is no need, this is your letter - the mother probably felt that in his curiosity peregnula stick. The answer, I wrote the following day. Also standard. As for carbon paper.; How do you serve, with whom you make friends?; Tetrad Mishi / First September, I took a seat directly behind Natasha. Nowit spin all the time before my eyes.

We consider her neck, brown, dress uniforms, ruffle apron. In fact Natashka worn better than other girls, her ancestors wealthy people. Father police chief, a good mother at work, so that the money they have. And at dochenku they are not spared. Read it, as the icon. While keeping in severity. A similar look at it quite differently. I have their dreams, their desire. Here are just unable to buy condoms. I looked at Natasha, in an easy pushok at its neck, at its shiny, dark hair.

Most often it to be unsteady in their spit. Occasionally comes disbanded. So it is more. Just as adults. I try to behave so as not to surrender our relations. Not what with Lidkoy. We moved Natasha notes, but it is common to us. There can serve as an occasion for peresudov. All perfectly. I look at Natasha. Through her dress prorisovyvaetsya contour lifchika. Here is his clasp made. Something I did not davnenko rasstegival. These are the thoughts I have kno wn problem arises. Attach it to the leg or something? Otsohnet yet. We have a new German. Just a year older than me. What Bimbo! Uploaded. I have it torchok two weeks has not been. Even to Natashke poostyl. Became with it a bit more roughly, or something. Just feel it himself. There once happened to be with her alone in the library.

What a shame thought. But I saw that. On the beach. Modest girl from the Tenth B. I zastavy with Seaman. It seems she was very good. Like him. I am coming back to reality. We dance with Natasha. We dance modestly. Other dance differently. Tolyan with Lyudkoy dance so that it can no longer be called a dance. They simply stand, embraced and slightly pokachivayutsya to the beat of the music. It put him head on his shoulder, and he utknulsya nose in her hair. I want so also. A Mishka won with Katey. After each dance they linyayut to the kitchen. That put the kettle, the dish included.

Household. None so much that during that time can be attributed dish on the seashore. - Come on, go to the balcony, podyshim air - quietly shepchu I Natashe. - Well, just ahead, initially attributed their dish to the kitchen. I do not quite understand us balconies and dishes. This then I doper that she wanted to see that for so long in the kitchen doing Mishka and Katya. Redtube - adolescents. And we have plates and went. I was carrying a plate in his right hand, she left. Free hand, I kept her right hand. We came out of the room, the hangers someone burgeoning kissed, we went further.

The door to the kitchen was closed, I pushed her foot, she silently to open, and we entered. They were so passionate about their affair, which is not noticed us. What we looked at them? Ten minutes, no more. But we saw everything. She sat at the kitchen table, as he stood close to it. Her knees protruding on either side of his task. Her festive dress was to ride up mercilessly, crumple up to the waist. They kissed vzasos, he zavalival her back, her hands embraces his back and his arm, the one that we could see her panties pulled downwards. He has almost withdrew them.

We came out of the kitchen, literally took off. They have, it seems, never noticed. I felt like shaking the hand Natashina. - So, where is the balcony? - She asked hoarse whisper. - This is probably - I said, and potyanul her to another room. And here the door was opened, we entered, any couple lay on the couch, they will frighten vskochili, spasmodic odergivala girl dress, a guy with an opportunity trousers, but we quickly proskolznuli to the balcony door, it is easy to open, and fresh, cool, autumn air hard hit us in person. We are still holding hands.

We greedily breathe. Natasha peregnulas through the railings, I approached it from behind. And embraced her. To warm. To protect. And it was not opposed. And I suffered. I press for it. My hands skolznuli on her waist and closed at its belly. I moved up the left hand, still up and it was quite natural to her chest. I love you, Natasha, I whispered in her ear. I love you, love long, you just do not know. I started to kiss her ear, in the neck, in the temple and again in the ear. I saw that she stands by closing our eyes that this is it, I thought, love you, I have continued their song, and my right hand as something itself skolznula down on her stomach, for its luxurious fabrics smooth dresses, I felt As her rounded stomach is moving down, I do not know how she met my weasel, but something more powerful than the fear of rejection, forcing me to move beyond the palm, and I felt her thighs, one mizintsem, another big finger, and Three of my lucky - index, middle and went to a small unnamed holmik.

Despite all her clothes, I felt strongly about it, I began to gently oglazhivat chudnoe its conquest, left hand, I still ironing her chest, she turned to me person, and I greedily, as a hungry child is missing nipple, so I vpilsya in its lips, and my hand is there at the bottom, like a growing and it is, the disgrace of course, it hamka, this impudent woman, these fingers were huliganistye pull Above her thin skirts dresses, it was so short that one compresses enough traffic palms, and now All five bratcy, vzdragivaya of delight, from his unprecedented courage led to her white lace panties.

Surprise her intimate construction products - directly to the panties were pridelany gum for stockings.

Now, I kissed her vzasos, greedily, passionately, I do not think that we can see from the street, are not irrelevant, the question was in another, it is possible or not. And I razdvinul language of her lips, I referred them to her teeth and her reaction to the fact that she, curve, has become firmly vzhimatsya me back, I realized. Can. Skolznula my hand up behind her on the bare stomach, I stroked it, but the next minute my fingers greedily and defiant nyrnuli gum under her panty, down there. About as hot here, I felt volosiki her bosom, I iron them, I felt that Natasha szhala legs and can not continue my hand and then releasing her lips for a moment, I nahalno proshipel votes snake-iskusitelya: - Razdvin legs.

- No, - barely hear it whispered. And razdvinula. Razdvinula very little, so exactly how you want it to one of my heroes, it seems, the average - eternal lucky, at first gently touched her place, her stitch schelochki apparently waited for him there, was the path to become moist so that he slipped and fell. Fell directly into pescherku, forgotten and fell into convulsions of eternal love and eternalsearch for peace.

Natasha ohnula, but I could not release it. My torpedoes uperlas popku her, I did all the body cautious, shamelessly movement. Fingers I began to commit what would do its torpedoes, their druzhkom, and suddenly the girl vzdrognula zastonala in voice, I plugged kiss her cry, she mychala and tremble, but I felt that discharged that all of my love, my whole passion, all my lust, my entire fornication, all of my tenderness, all my dreams, all the dreams, desires, all tightly jet lead to freedom. Naively flesh, she worked for nothing, worked vholostuy u, but so sweet, so well, so nice that I hardly firm on the legs. I think I zarychal as of March kot.Potom I realized that Natasha hangs on me. As she often can not breathe and restore breathing. What if she vshlipyvaet and crying. In her eyes were tears, but it is not crying. This was something else. I will never forget this. More stories Oleg Boltogaeva you can find.