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In the next minute the door raspahnulas in class tumble into Vanka and directly with the threshold zaoral: - What do you washed away, we are because of you produli! - He came at me. - Elbow zashib - I said. - Elbow, knee - could not calm down Vanka - produli two, three! - Indeed, a shame since won two nil. Badgirlsblog - adolescents. I have something else in charge Vanke, but the stealth VISITED at Lidku it, though, did not notice us know popisyvala in notebooks. From that day began a life. Nothing has been dealing with the guys tried to continue to clench Lidku, but got such a spiteful response that otoropeli.

- Lidka deretsya like ozverela - complained to me Igor. At a lesson, I suddenly felt himself to her view, I lifted the head and saw that she looked at me, putting on parties tiny mirror. I wink at her, she smiling, showed me the language and mirror disappeared. I sorely wanted to close it. I looked at her back and saw only zastezhku its formennogo, brown dresses, I wanted only one - unfastened her bra will continue, he also fastened on his back, and I am looking for, I Razden it, I will be a long kiss and caress her body , Here it is already suspicion me, why it suddenly became so similar to Zhenyu? - Osipov, as dream? - Physicist looks at me, raising eyebrows in surprise.

- On the third law of Newton, Yuriy Ivanovich. Camelclips - adolescents. - The mutual attraction phone? - About him, mother. - Well, go to the board. Physics smiles. Cool guy. At peremenkah I now had a monopoly pressed for the Lidku wall, we stood against each other Druzhki as March cats, my hands were uperty into the wall on both sides of the Lidki, I do not touch it, only if I bend a little leg and pushed his knee her knee, she laugh, pushing me back, bend it to slip out of the ring of my hands, but here it was, indeed, it is perhaps not much would emerge.

If the honorable members of pedsoveta heard that I had to whisper while I would be on the same day, excluded from school and from the ranks of our glorious committee. - Lid, see how I stand. - You cad - smeyalas it. - You stilllook, this is for you.

- Pants porvutsya - prosheptala it, rake down his eyes. - Lid, what color are your panties? - I continued to arrogantly. - No - it krasnela. - What, forgot to dress, or what? - Yeah, forgotten - smeyalas it. - And now we check - I opuskal hand, pretending that going Zadran her dress. She missed my hand, and between us started, sweet, ancient struggle. To my surprise, looking at us, the class was a natural way to break into pairs, collective zazhimalki almost stopped, but now it turned out that the class is catastrophically lacked angles, which could huddle and quietly whisper to each other defined duets.

We have to meet evenings. Everything was almost one scenario. I obnimal it and sweep into darkness school garden, where I almost forced her seat in the grass, I unbutton her coat, I kissed her lips, face, my hands did not know restraint, I pile it back, I ironing her legs, her sminal upward a short skirt, no, no, whisper it, well, what are you, sweetie, hripel I reply, you want it,too, let me, because you are mine, I tried to pull off her panties, stockings to me hampered by gum, I started to unbutton, though I zakrichu, she serdilas I navalivalsya to it, I apart her legs, mammy, I am afraid vskrikivala she suddenly started to make plakat.

Zhenskih tears I could not. And I release it. - Come on, do not cry - I told her. - You do not love me - plain, it popravlyaya clothing. - I like! What are you taking that do not like? - Would love not to do so. - How? - Sam know how. - Lidka, I want you to become my own.

It is silent, vshlipyvaya. - Lid, you have a girl? - I whisper, szhimaya through thick dress her chest. It is silent, just a bit opposed to my hands. - Well, let's say you have it or with whom? - I do not unimalsya. - What, or with whom;? - It clearly zlilas. - Well, here it is - I slide a hand under her skirt, ironing her there. -; It is - or with whom, though, Leave - she tried to escape. - Lida, my stand, you are not afraid, I will be careful, because if we like. each other, it still must happen, not much me and himself.

- I'm not tortured. - Is not true for you, too, want to, because you come with me to visit, do you not like it when I thee whole, laskayu? It is silent. It was generally taciturn. My hands were not aware of rest, I ironing it continuously, then there it is. Soon I was able to run your fingers under rezinku its shtanishek, I began to touch her there, then the most daring of the five Brattsev was able to slip inside a girl's body, quite a bit, and it is probably very instituted, she moved to my fingers and lascivious wince, but once loudly zastonala.

- Lida, you also want to - whisper I am convinced - just say a jockey. - I do not know - she said, moving with difficulty breathing. - Lida, you do not fear, hurt only the first time and very little. - And where do you know? - Her voice suddenly became stern. Damn, why should I say? - In books written Lidochka. - What are these? - Well, I have. - Bring them. - Tomorrow will bring. I carried it Bunin - the seventh that carried Zola, Maupassant bore.

The next stage has come remarkably quickly. Thanks to the classics. Week two, still holding her in the wall between upertymi hands, I surprised myself, say-Lid, come to me. - Where? - Mischievous, she smiled. - Home, where else. - Why? - So, Sit, listen to music, pobaluemsya. I sneak the last word used specifically ezhu it clear that Sit, listen - this one and pobaluemsya, so, sorry, very different. She withdrew his eyes aside, looked out the window. And responded. I almost fell.

- Assign the time - she said quietly. - Tomorrow in nine - my heart just did not shoot out of your chest. - Well, - she said. My God, I am afraid only one that was a normal day, that parents quietly and peacefully went out to work; Labor weekdays - holidays for us, deeper meaning of the words of the song suddenly came to me clearly and effectively, even if they are working peacefully, not God forbid, that anyone of them prispichilo suddenly return, and that it was not prevented, and it came to come to prishlaI she came.

Exactly in devyat.Tetrad Ani / ancestors again pererugalis. I can not tolerate their quarrels, once I tried to intervene, but the mother so I naorala like I substantive vinovnitsa their clashes. Since then, when they gryzutsya, I'm out of the house and long brozhu the streets. Frankly say udrat want to go somewhere. Only I feel sorry for them both. Here today, I took to the streets, away from the scandal. Already dark. - What walk? - I became a look to see where you hear voices. A nd, it is our neighbor Sashka. He was thirty, his wife three years ago ran away from any war. Since then, he lives alone with his old mother. - Yes, behold, breathe the air went out. - Come, Sit on lavochke. What w do not sit, come, Sit. I came closer. About how we posideli, on another occasion. Okay? More stories Oleg Boltogaeva you can find.