- 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.

At one point Slavik was close to her. Now they have been sheltered, muffled one blanket, and I suddenly felt strongly, as he is, under the blanket should be good, and I sorely wanted the same. I interrogative looked at Marina and nearly zadohnulsya for joy when they heard her quiet words: - Do you want, how they? Zalaz.Ya quickly became a shelter, belatedly considerations, and so what all have blankets, I had to look around and defeated - all have been muffled, but most importantly, it was another: it is not clear in the light of the TV I had to consider that the screen Almost no one is watching! Most parochek without conscience zazreniya kissed napropaluyu. Chubbyland - adolescents. After a minute Katya completely turned to Slavik, and I saw that he embraced her and began to kiss in the neck.

Goddamn it, do not sit me istukanom! Pretending that I wanted to raspryamit zatekshuyu hand, I extended it to the Marina and once it is embraced it. I feared her reaction, suddenly rasserditsya, but no, she did not rasserdilas, and moreover, murknuv like a cat, she pouyutnee prizhalas to me so that my hugging her hand touched her breast. On this, and I could not dream of. My jaw almost covered her cheeks, I felt faint smell of drugs and cheap spirits, kill me - do not remember what happened on the screen, but I well remember that in the room heard the sound of quiet kissing, that only a few minutes so I osmelel that began its free hand oglazhivat her knees, her flannel gown rapidly smyalsya upward, and my warm fingers gently, as if touching something sacred, steel caress her feet there in the no-height, her skin was so smooth, I really wanted to move the hand higher, but I am so afraid that she resentment.

I looked at her face, I saw her eyes shine, I also saw that her mouth was priotkryt, she looked straight at me and suddenly sglotnula. I do not know why but I suddenly leaned to kiss and vpilsya, in its semi-Bay. The heart of my stuchalo somewhere here, the output of the throat. Never before have I do not kiss.

The most wonderful was that I not only kissed her, but it was me. Before, I could not and think that this is such a big difference. Now, nothing could restrain my waggish leg, I boldly went ahead with its wild, inexpressible delight felt by the fingers edge of her lacy trusikov. But it was not all. We have continued to osculate, I moved a hand to her knees, then back up to the cherished lace, and I would hardly dare to something more (and what could be more, but it turns out to), like all of a sudden I felt that its closely razdvinulis short legs a bit, quite a bit, but that was enough, that my hand skolznula between her thighs, hot, and I am not stopping, moved his fingers up and nearly choknulsya.

It was what. First, we continued our eternal kiss. But it was another. My fingers were lying on her panties. Yes, yes, there. Through the thin fabric of her, I felt a small knoll, I gently move your hands, trying not to leave his or her magic conquest. Sexape - thirteen wildness of passion. I was in the seventh heaven. I loved Marina. I worship her. The sudden sound of biting poschechiny interrupted idyll. - Are you, crazy or something? - Katia cut Slaviku fast, very warmly. - Are you what, just svihnulas? - Mumble, he is guilty. - And you? - Proshipela it. Most parochek zashevelilis suddenly, as if they woke. Steel talk. We Decompress hug. I have great regret removed his hand from a girl's tela.

Tetrad Natasha / notebooks, book. What you do? Why do I have you invented? If you write the truth, so if someone reads, here is a scandal. Exclude from school, at a minimum. Although I have not stolen, not Bill anyone on the head, no reason for the brothers, brothers or less. Well criminal in my records? My truth, my frankness, but can they and do not need anyone? Break, so throw. But what about the contract? Samah all brought in the bushes. No, sugar, tyani its vozok. My vozok? My vozok - meter long and seventy-three, weighing sixty-two. Chernenky. Brown eyes, all the time, slightly wetted. Sponges fat. Handles naughty.

Voice type; Bu-bu-bu;. Good mental capacities. For the week, we engaged in a photograph with him. Okay, that his mother was at home. Otherwise, one girl would be lower. And both types of phrases; Zakrichu; managed to keep him in the distance. Hot. Hot. Touch, what I touch, whisper it, and his teeth are fine stuchali. Solved. Touch. One word. Wow. You see, you see, this is it for you so worth it. I can see. The horror. It is not for that I am not instead. Will, as in the anekdote about a monkey and an elephant. Of course, I told him this. And I have not been so calm, as now, when all of this writing. Lord, what shall I do? I feel even a little bit, and I am assigned.