Fair call if she was to resist, even if the gesture or word tried to stop me, I am sure I would have stopped, I would have stopped. But she did not resist. It has allowed me to completely undone pugovki, and I almost oshalel of delight. The road was opened, waiting for me, loved me, I liked, I wanted it, this girl and nothing to me, and even more precisely, we stop. I kind of baldel her breasts with dark tubercles nipples, composed of its total, young body, of the type of young white lace panty. - A where justice? - She laughed when I began to kiss her chest. And I understood. Burdock! I vskochil and sections at such a speed, which was only capable.

I stayed in some shorts. As it. However, she remained on the shoulders of its halatik, but it no longer had any meaning. We were lying on the side face each other and I ironing her chest, one another. Then again, we have kissed, I laid down on the girl, I St.Easter elbows, not to pressure her to their weight. And it is minute, when I privstal and began to remove her panties, and she did not resist. She even slightly pit that I was comfortable. Now she was quite bare. I quickly dropped cowards. I iron, I caress her, my friend impinges in her stomach, I began to shift below, and suddenly she made motion, after which it became clear one, there is no way back.

She razdvinula legs. I am helpless to knock against its druzhkom strained to the limit where somewhere in the bottom of her abdomen, but did not find the goal. I did not move, kissed her lips in, more precisely, we continuously kissed, and there at the bottom, hot on the planet, my love rocket tried to nyrnut lust in the mine and could not. Nothing gets. Again and again. And does. I promychal in her ear something inarticulate. - What? - She asked just heard. - Can not - I probormotal zhalobno. I have wanted to help themselves by hand and stroked her there at the bottom.

It was all such moist, do you want, whispered and suddenly I felt a new Natashino movement: it sognula knees and podtyanula Above them, so that the edge of the eye, I saw a gleam of their smooth skin. And at the same moment with a totally non-transferable delighted I felt that hit. I hit, hit, hit. Maybe, thanks to its motion. Probably. But it happened. I began to enter into it. And it is already impossible to describe. I loved learning. She give me. She became my own. Natasha quietly ohnula, vzdrognula and I, shivering and nearly vskrikivaya of passion, overcame all the way.

Expected barriers I did not felt, but it was tugovato. The second bitterness replaced unspeakable joy. I was in it. I was in it. Major characters before the end of the page. Only four words. I was in it. Completely. I went down and measurements. We do not kiss. I looked in her face and not moving. Her mouth was reveal, she abruptly and hot breath, her eyes were nearly closed. I am not moving. Her long, black eyelashes vzdrognuli, and she looked at me bleary eye. - Well what do you? Give. - She almost whispered neslyshno. - I do not have that. I did not. - Do not be afraid.

Today we can all. Give. And she again shield our eyes, her head slightly inclined to washington. And I began to give. I gave all of its previous failure to lovingly front, I gave for their terrible lowland passion for podglyadyvaniyu, I literally felt like it, it became infected, leaves me to never come back no longer. I gave to all of its unspent goryachnostyu youth, I gave, gave, and our breathing became noisy and hot. I gave her quiet and heard cries, I gave, struck accurate coherence of our movements. I gave and felt that taking off the edge, even slightly, and will happen, what it allowed.

; Today we can all;. Are there sweeter words? Especially if for the first time. I do not know how I live life. Long or short. But if there is someone who governs our minds and feelings, I would ask him only one - that never GBP from my memory these magical moment of my proximity to the beloved first lady. In my woman. Since the one with which I became a man. I felt that all - now. Now. And it began. Turn was impossible. I exhaled in her ear horrible, shameful words: - Natasha! I descend! I descend! I descend. I descend. Favorite. On-on! I fought in sladchayshey, unspeakable convulsions. I filled it.

I tried to disassemble it and heard a passionate whisper: - I felt! Oh, God, I felt. Oh, I feel! Oh, seventh, seventh. Her body suddenly became as steel spring, it vygnulas me to begin to tremble and small forward, her breasts were such hard that I felt this hand, she loudly and vzvizgnula vpilas teeth in my shoulder, not vpilas, but rather simply utknulas as disclosed by mouth and delicate, long; A-and-a-a; completed her and my sweet suffering. Stocking mania - one day in the life of dimitri. She otkinulas ago, and I kept trying to elbow, fell on it. No do not receive breathe normally. Also me, athlete, I thought to himself. Her body shaken, after rydany. I became kiss her cheeks, I sheptal her that love her, that love will always, I asked whether she was well? Yes, she replied, vshlipyvaya.

The house concert culture. This happens every year. To keep abreast of Moscow. And what now? We have one? So, it specifically called me, knowing that the entire evening we will be together? It seems so. Thumbzilla - chuzhaja bride. Murashko run at my back. - Here we have a kitchen, hall here, where parents' bedroom - I went for it as naekskursii. - How many rooms you have? - I asked, only to not remain silent as dunduk. - Four. - Not so bad. Yes, you bourgeois - I gradually came out of the collapse.

- Do bourgeois us far. - And how many meters you? - She-God, no charge - she replied embarrass them. - When a lot, you may not responsible - I hmyknul. - Come, glyanesh on my cell, - said Natasha. - Behold, I am staying here, - Natasha divorced hands. - More. I stopped to dig in both. On the floor lay a huge disservice skin. - Pope from Siberia brought in the year before last.

- Zhalko zveryugu. - I, too, at first it was a pity, but I am used to it, so cool to sit. - Nastupat something to it though, or you can bypass around? - Do not be afraid, he did not bite. - No, I did looking slipper - and I said, remains on the socks, wool stupilna tough. - I also love topat on it barefoot. On the table stood stereomagnitofon, none of us had not been such. Melknula idea that Natashu know the first grade, but has never been in her home.

As I have it. - Listen to you as someone walks of our? - Almost none. We live such as isolation. I do not know than to explain. - Position your father. - I do not think that is the most important thing - she sighed. - I write what you have? - Adamo network, bitly, rollingi that place? - Put Adamo. It was to put the reels and I approached the book shelf. Badgirlsblog - adolescents. - And where is Mandelstam? - On hidden, now show.

- How many magazines you. - All father brings. - And all this konfiskat? - No, what have you, he is familiar bear. Garden here, there is no truth in the legs. - Uyutno you - I plyuhnulsya in the chair. - Here's Mandelstam, look - it was very close to me. - This thin and so much noise? - He wrote a little since. - Dash read? - No, does not allow the father to make. Only here.

Do you want, look magazines. In the tape recorder, finally ended a blank piece of tape and distribute a slightly hoarse voice Adamo. The atmosphere in the room became very different. I was sitting in the chair, kneeling on my stack rested foreign magazines, while I was standing next to my beloved girl. I still feel hesitant, some difficult to explain the fear kogtistoy paw compresses my heart. Why do something to remember book about cats, which stated that for knitted (ECU call something!), And so, for knitted need to carry a cat to cat, but never vice versa.

If you bring a cat to cat, then he has nothing will. I suddenly felt thereby cat, which brought to the cat, and from whom, of course, nothing will. - I am, and you standing? Let's vice versa - I said. - No, you're sitting, and I sit on the armrest - it became a bridge.

- So you still inconvenient. Maybe sit on the bed? Fair call, I said it back without thought. Just me sitting on the bed at home was the usual way pastime. Natasha blushed slightly. - No - she said - so if you want, let sit at the bear. - Come on, never sat on Skin kosolapogo. And we sat. I vytyanul legs, St.Easter back to the bottom chairs, Natasha village nearby. matching their feet under themselves. I started searching the magazine, mostly shots were effective foreign actors, pictures of some unfamiliar films.

Natasha has become something to talk, comment, but I have blood in zastuchala whisky. I wanted to embrace painfully. How easy it was in the forest, a movie, in the park, so it seemed impossible here, it houses. The invisible face of her father, as if the ghost of Commander, looked at me from all angles. The magazine was lying on my knees, and she water on it its small, thin handle, and these light touch I felt thighs, my friend painfully napryagshiysya since I came here, from those of its movements, it seems, does lopnut met.

Actually, this whole month of violent love, my friend ran a nightmare. He stood day and night. I wake up the morning - sticks out. I wrote in school control - sticks out. I flew to visit - sticksout even more.

I kissed with Natasha, he called her, I hand attract the girl so as to enable the press to this nahalu her body, and only in those rare cases where happened, as if on the balcony, then it calms, but briefly. Friend again and again demanded his. And his determined mood, it seems, peresilili Natashinym fear of my father. I brought back a hand and gently embraced Natashu over the shoulders. It is frozen and silent, then slowly turned to my head.

I potyanul it to themselves and kissed. I love you, I whispered, detached for a moment from her lips, and immediately landfast ice to it again. Since delighted, as if this was the first time, I felt that Natasha is responsible for my kisses, press it to me, I put a hand on her chest, and I like obozhglo. Through the thin fabric of her halatika I felt that my girl no lifch ika. Logs fell aside. Overseas beauties looked with envy at us from their glossy covers. - What do you beautiful, Nata - sheptal and I kissed her in the neck. - Most common - she replied, her voice tremble. - Let's just rasstegnem - said I was rasstegivat her gown.

I proskolznul to the next house. Listen. Silence. Is not true, I knew there someone there. I am holding his breath. The sound was barely catch, but I have heard. Here, just kissed. - Do you have any who do not kiss? - Poslyshalsya quiet issue. The answer does not interest me. It may be that neither and with whom. As I once. I went further. The third house stood in a place that was lit worse than others. In addition, he has been away from the main track, and the couple who had to be special privacy, tried to take it early. I came closer and a few steps have already determined that happened there.

Hot breath, cries, similar to the weeping, rhythmic scripts of all facilities leave no doubt. The dynamics of love. As such. - Tanechka, I could end in you? - To distribute the passions of men's hoarse whisper.; Konchay what is already there; - and barely thought I did not say it aloud. I departed in the direction of caution. I have not heard that responded Tanechka. Probably allowed. Holy case. I went to the fourth house. I immediately realized that here, and the truth, nobody. Remained just three pergolas and the rush was nowhere. Today I, and so in the mode sprinter. After a minute I heard steps.

By cottages went. I measurements. They entered inside. The guy bring the girl into a table. They have kissed. I looked in schelochku. My God, yes, these were Dimka with Svetkoy! From my class. However! All'm now. Goodbye all. I am to you no longer come. Listen than lives and our children - tea, tea! I turned into a full hearing. - Something happened? - Dimka said. - I'm pregnant - said Light. - I'm pregnant. Now I understand why people sometimes are protecting hand from his mouth astounding. In order not to fall off jaw. Neither horseradish imagine! - We were a doctor, I am pregnant - sheptala it.

- There can be - he delivered a hoarse. - We were a doctor. - Who is this; We;? - We are with Mom. - What the doctor said? - He said; girl is pregnant, but she virgin;. - The doctor was a man? - Yes. Yet he added that so; Syndrome Virgin Mary;. - Syndrome Why? - The Virgin Mary. - What does it mean? - I do not know - it seems to be crying. - We should know what is this syndrome. Maybe this is not pregnant. I departed two-step. Such news, I never expected. With kids to play until the last desks! How does this have happened? I smiled, I submitted that it wouldbe if I now entered the house and briefly explained to them what it means; Syndrome Virgin Mary;.

That would be hohma! But they were not up to jokes. Especially her. And he, our newly Joseph probably already imposed in the pants from fear. I went to the main garden path, I walked out. I am not interested in anything else. Farewell, my shameful passion, to forgive, I did not come back to you. During the holidays almost every night we spent together with Natasha. We went to the cinema, even in the running to dance, to the museum, the exhibition hall. I am indifferent to the case, but she wanted, and we went.

Day, we bogged feet in the sand, walked on the beach, throwing bread gorlastym, nahalnym gulls, otbegali of ro at us and waves were very happy. It turns out that you need to do quite a bit. Being in love and be enamored with. Unfortunately, the Tenth November holidays are over, and again started school. I am jealous Natashu to Mishke, annoys me that it sits directly behind her. - I have nothing else with him not - she said, when I clearly proyavilpriznaki jealousy. - And it was? - I asked. - What it was, then splylo - she replied - not revnuj, I have only you. Winter came quietly.

What I have described at the outset, about the garden and Dimki with Svetkoy occurred in the very first day of winter. A fifth of December. Fifth, we sachkovali as the same output, Constitution Day. A good day. On this historic day, we glimpse seen afternoon. - Come to us this evening - said Natasha. - To you? Home? How much does it? - By six. - And why you have such a mysterious type? - Nothing mysterious. Then learn. - Well, well, to six, so to six. Frankly say - to worry. We are still afraid of childhood with her father. His militia led furazhka patsanvu in light trembling. Yet nothing nashkodiv, we have already feared him.

And here I upcoming meeting with him. Particularly to be a coward like it was nothing, but I worry. And her mother? How does it take me? They are wealthy people, and we? Despite all the talk about; Otsutstvii ground for social inequality;, we still feel that Natasha birdie a flight. Much easier. I pressed the button call, Natasha opened the door, and I entered. It was long, below the knee, orange halatik, in such attire, I had never seen her before. Now she seemed a very home. Her Russian Spit was transferred forward on the chest. - Good evening, - I said, stealthily looking deep into the apartment.

- Hey - she replied. - Come. I passed in the spacious hall and the first subject, which St.Easter my opinion, peaked cap was her father. She was on a special shelf, over the rest of the top clothing. As a family relic. - Razdevaysya, razuvaysya, here's slippers, took place - she said very quietly. - Someone is asleep? - I asked, plunging their feet into soft, spacious chun '. Nonude - oh, really, these women s popki!. - No one sleeps, I am just a home - she replied. Apparently, every loaf looked like in this moment of intellectual than I am. - They have a concert in h onor of the Constitution Day - Natasha smiled. What I stump! After all, today a holiday.