I cut flowers in the garden and solemn as the bridegroom, potopal to Katinomu home. I'm not late, but all have found. I just waited. - Since I imeninnitsa, I will you to be seated - immediately said Katya. - Come on, come on to be seated, a fly-tsokotuha - answered for all Tolyan. - Here syadet Tolik, Lyuda here, here Dima, here Light, then Natasha, Igor here, from this side Marina, Lesha, Tanya, Volodya, Misha and here I am. Here, at the head table, syadet dad, but on the opposite side - a mom. And we settled according purchased tickets.

Of course, all noticed that Katya hand to bring next to a Mishku. Everyone knows (and especially me) that he was Mishki with Natasha; Moore-mura, but who knows, maybe, they possorilis. In short, Natasha was sitting next to me. In fact, I remember that Katya said in class, and if it does not joked, nothing strange in how it is our examination, and did not like it. But I thought that Natashe Katina zateya not very pleased. Well, yes all right, no matter who sits with whom, it is important who sleeps with whom.

So jokes Mishka. He we have specials on winged phrases. Imeninnitsu gifted. It included the tape recorder. Flowers, muzychka. Feast. Sixteen candles on the cake. Katya, fanning schechki, diligently zadula them all. Initially, I felt tie. Put simply, it was all Kolyanu, Leshke, Mishke, Natasha - they habitu here. Champagne suddenly hit in the knees, making them cotton. But briefly. Raskrepostilis everything quickly. Including and me. It is gratifying to care for all has proved ladies, which strongly demanded imeninnitsa.

It turns out you need to follow that the dam was nalito in glasses. Naturally, I began to care for Natasha. And she graciously allowed me this. The whole beauty of festive table pomerkla very quickly. Initiated, but not doedennye salads, nedopitye glass glasses and saddened to see the true artist, but it turned out that all this is entirely legitimate, just a party proceeded to the next stage. It began sacred. Started dancing. Under the tape recorder. Here, as if the entire air drink, Neto dozhdik third year, Write me mum in Egypt, as there Volga my living.

What is the song! What profound verses! So imagine mum, which strochit letter to Egypt. With the Volga. Or is this. Tumba lanezhe packaging-ra-ra-tatami, Tumbe lanezhe packaging-ra-ra-Pope, Padaet snow, you not come this evening. Dances, especially the slow, almost recognition in love. Hand on the waist, hand on his shoulder, touching knees and hips, initially random, and then call according to the body. Lookingpensive, enigmatic.

As your name, a beautiful stranger? So began dancing. But before this, Katina mum as the guilty announced that they leave us and go to visit grandmother. How unfortunate pobudte still with us, no? You leave? Misha and Katya you spend. Take a pies. For grandmothers. And Katya and Mishka returning from the corridor, at their mug victorious expression. They sent ancestors by as much as four hours. Cheers! How well that there is light at the grandmother and that they must visit. Only one dance was held in bright sun light.

Before the dance to someone strongly clicked off switch. - Why? - To distribute the capricious voice Lyudochki. Light re-enabled, perhaps just to demonstrate that, in principle, light can be included. But we should not. And creation Edison again extinguished. Now is the turn vpotmah dances. However, someone at someone come. Then Mishka with Katey Wacky where something, and they lacked indecently long. But they have little nochnichok and all further happened in his romantic light.

I invited several times Natashu. As this is still exciting - feel under palm maiden waist. This is almost like embrace. As the promise of something better. Because of this I like to slow dance. You can press on themselves poplotnee girl, and she usually does not object. This is such a dance. Can. I quietly moving his fingers and feel its contours lifchika on the back. Here is his cherished clasp made. If you hold a hand on the waist, so, barely touching, you can feel through the fabric dresses her uppergum panty.

If most obnaglet and delete the palm down, skolznuv rounded on the femur, that is it, the lower edge of the same product. From these pranks in my nature trousers immediately arises, and if other settings, I would slightly pushed, today, under the influence of champagne and the overall atmosphere, I love bold and, instead, pressed the girl on themselves, so that she can not help but feel solidified my feelings, my okamenevshih desires, it is my torpedoes, want, and it will be yours, want, we are wi th you enter into a new world where only will you and me. Redtube - adolescents. You, Me and my torpedoes. Just give me the opportunity to shoot at least once for real, so that my cherished reached torpedoes and depth of his left there gradually-and-white surf, to my explosion shuddered and your flesh, and that you bite me in the shoulder, in the clavicle, in order to begin to beat dynkam heel on my buttocks, so that you are shouting my name with moans, with vizgom, with delight, with a curse word.

Ten steps - again. I think what this penal - be a woman. This is still, as if I every ten steps would have to feel for shirinku in their trousers. Would say, choknulsya that right? Our class on the second floor. Sometimes I specially surfing any girl to go followed her up the ladder. In doing so, I see her legs, barely cover of a short dress uniforms. Devchonka not like the fact that they are forced to wear a form they napyalivayut over this terrible trousers, but I am grateful to the entire team for the teacher that constantly have the opportunity like this pass up the ladder, looking smuggled maiden round.

Especially good is a review, if accurately calculate the distance, when it had already turned to the second flight, and I still overcome first, but find it almost at the top. Then it passes almost directly above me, and I look up and see everything. Not just to stalk some level there, and all. All that is put on it. True, girls are aware of our leprosy, trying to go faster, stick to your hands dress, after turning zhmutsya to the wall, but I have another cunning maneuver - I'm going to meet them. So it goes up, and I'm down.

At the sanctity of my face completely and humility, I dream of a high, I want to become a party promoter, and me to anything her legs, and not let it thinks. And again I turn it on fishing. Only that she no longer waits. Of course, a session with a very short, almost a snapshot, but what! Since then, some I am concerned, my passion podglyadyvat. Especially after it became manifest stories with Zinni and fizrukom. Previously, I natykalsya at the couple appeared to be a coincidence, but after Zinni and fizruka I began to do so deliberately. And it is bad. I am afraid that I am sick.

And anyone about this not true. Easy cure. Raz, and stop. But I can not stop. As a alkashey or from smokers. Again and again and gave this passion, which styzhus and after that vozhdeleyu before. I understand that this blackguardly, but nothing I can do with them. I learned to walk quietly as a mouse. It turns out that gait will be virtually neslyshnoy if remove shoes and socks in one go. Even when walking barefoot more noise. I know what the weather when my hunting virtually useless. Cases are badly in the lunar night, and this despite all the fairy tales about love with the moon, also complete failure happens when windy pogode.

Mesta, where my wards lost their passions quite clearly outlined: beach, the stadium, a kindergarten, the school garden. Although cases of unexpected situations. The main contingent of my trust - these desyatiklassnitsy our school. Their cavalry postarshe, this is rarely peers. More often it sailors-border guards or graduates of past years. I am surprised how many desyatiklassnits no longer a girl. Is my class and next year will be the same? I have a weak excuse. I never spugnul none of which I have watched parochek.

This disease I have. And I dream to get rid of it. It seems to me whether I have a girl, who, speaking in plain language, at least once a month gave me, my vice retreated to itself. But I do not have girls. I want to get my girlfriend became Natasha. She really likes me. Now she walks with Mishka, and I strongly her jealous. After all, he will make her and threw her. That seemed to drink. Even to get a bad name to all. JEx, Natasha, Natasha! But yesterday happened quite unexpected event. We gathered at the Kati Slepko to the party.

They have a big apartment and her mamochka seems highly loving Kato, authorizes it to convene buddies to celebrate any holiday. In doing so mamasha everything necessary for preparing a table, and the father umatyvaet up to eleven to their babule, which lives in the other end of town. Prior to such parties, I was not, but I called yesterday. It called Katya, saying that. Natasha wants me to come. When she told me this, I almost lost the gift of speech. Come to change so quietly and said that tomorrow it will be a party, I do not want to come with. My God, of course, want! A party in honor of what? I have a birthday, said Katya, to look down.

Prida, who will? There will be twelve people. All of our class. While agreeing with all Mishkoy. Brazzers - adolescents. Skidyvaemsya on treshke, said Mishka and myself, I took it. I was afraid that his mother will not let me go to the party, but she said go, you're already big, with something like, By. And then, in general, struck me, bringing its room of a large doll. Here, give it, she said, but why her doll, my mom, she no longer plays them, a lot of you know, my mom answered and, strangely en ough, was right. Doll Katia obradovalas most. I am very nervous, I iron long trousers, shirt and me, the glory of God, stroked the mother. Father pshiknul to me his cologne, he calls it; Mark territory, and then I comb his long shevelyuru, she never wanted to lie exactly, and I heard, as my mother quietly told his father:; Quite our big boy;.

- Mishka! Vresh-why? - Do not vru. - Vdvoyne vresh, time does not recognize. - Vydumyvaesh you all. Rest. Come in kindergarten. - No garden there will be no more. - Yes? - Yes. And do not worry about the colony. Now we walked silently. Suddenly, I felt that he was pleased that he was glad that our relations razlazhivayutsya. And that, like it or does. What I itself. However, help him - I thought. And, recruited courage, I told him: - Misha, you do not come to me more. I do not love you. And you do not love me. You do not need us to brutalise each other. Live their lives. And I will live their own. Forget what was. If you will, of course. I do not regret about what happened. Does not require anything more from me.

You got to. I science. That's true. He stood silently nearby. Then he said: - It is awful. Forgive me, if you can. - Farewell, - I said. - Let's be friends indeed? - He whispered. - Just friends - I replied. - Even so? - Even he said-so. I do not know why, but when I came home after that, it became easier. Be passed a difficult exam. And the following week showed that our gap was still inevitable. Now, no longer carries, Mishka peremetnulsya to Kate, became actively take care of it, even with Lidkoy began to talk. I remained at the heart of bitterness, but I am about anything has spared no. Maybe I am not conscious of the fact itself, wanted topart with virginity, and put me on the nature Mishku, as the most experienced among all my peers.

I am about anything has spared no. At the very end of a quarter Katja called me on his birthday. In doing so, it zagovorscheski whispered to me that it has asked me to call Igor. And that she thinks that it dries on me. I replied that come only Igor here nor does. Why not go, I thought, first, I always went to it, parties have not always been interesting. We were twelve shower. Six boys and six girls. Katja bring me next to Igor, something it was pointless to object, because it was clear that the pair have already been distributed. Near a Katia put Mishku, he won from skin diseases to be like.

I noted that he was not quite jealous. So, I do everything right, I thought. Igor accepted burgeoning care for me than to admit surprised me. I have always belonged to it well, but I thought that he drew no attention to me. But I probably drank surplus. Or boys quietly acid in the champagne vodka. Otherwise, I can not explain anything, everything that happened then, when the dancing began, and the company became a sprawling around the room, creating interest clubs. Hometwat - penalty vorovki. Some inquired whether stand the hanger, if it backs to lean against the girl and a long kiss her vzasos, other steel chairs to check for strength, usazhivayas them together, first guy, but to his knees girl, more enterprising took the other two vacant rooms, where have to communicate in difficult circumstances, without light to the touch.

And when Igor invited me to go to the balcony, I agreed with him, we identified plates to the kitchen, where my former lover caught in the very, very dynamic stage with Katey, is not surprised with what and how they were doing, but that in as a shelter for Love Affairs, as a basis, they used the kitchen table. Again, I have not felt even injection jealousy. Fresh air on the balcony seemed doubly fresh. I operlas on railings and more happened that I can not explain connected. In short, Igor came and embraced me from behind. He became caress me, andI, strange case, not at all opposed, I was really pleasant its laska, I started to answer him, he is suddenly behaved so strongly that within a few minutes ironing me where I am particularly concerned only Mishka.

His hands, his fingers brought me to semi-state of syncope, I remember only one, I was very good, I experienced such feelings, which was not even with Mishka, although he, too, so caress me. On the other hand all that concerned me. All I have a normal? Why full integration with Mishkoy did not give me a joy that I received at the hands of Igor, or even at the hands of the same Mishki? In short, whether it is not a disease? Why do I feel so strong feelings from Dutch han ds, why was not even share this joy with this proximity? It is now trevozhit.Tetrad Igor me / What a girl is ahead of me! What is the shortest yubochka closely overlying its popku. Brazzers - adolescents. What stalk! The century would have gone well and watched. Devchonka apparently not yet accustomed to such a short skirt and every ten steps (specifically, I thought!) It quietly (as it seems to think) down and hands, fingers grasp the bottom of skirts, fabric pulls down slightly.