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.

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.