On that day, morning, the weather was beautiful: the sun was shining hot, the veteran kissed the pyky with sweet lips, and the flowers in the parks directly yelled about their love for everyone and everything. After a starry quiet night, the city calmly slept for a working day, hoping that the bliss would last forever.

But yy ... By the thirteen o'clock from the park Druzhby the clouds were pulling, the wind began to howl at the crown of trees, and the packs of arms began to press down to the ground. By all, it was raining. And after an hour he gryul, but what! - kpypny, plentiful, with huge pysyzyami on the skies, but warm to the point of.

Especially he bled over the Komsi park, the remnant of the estate of one of the landowners of Tambov. Hardly anyone knows now the place is under the name of this place, so I’ll explain - it’s about the garden in the area of ​​the Dynamo stadium, more precisely, between Andreev and Pioneers streets in Tsna. A very pleasant corner even in the rain, even after impassive dogs running in flocks there.

And he made the rain begin to stop in that Komsinsky park and stand under a huge, growing elm, grown five meters from the road, a young pair with a dog. He is a broad-shouldered, zozkoderderny representative of the male breed from the discharge, the so-called, raw, in jeans and a navy brand t-shirt, highlighting the power in his figure. She is a young, brown-haired girl with clear, dreamy eyes, a well-developed head under the thinnest blouse and gorgeous hips, which are drawn under the bell-dress. And the dog is an old black sheep-dog with evil green eyes, of course without a leash and reptile. They stood under the elm and, since the moment was convenient for them - wok the elm - them, this beautiful red-headed bird pulled the friend to the friend, as one who has the prosperity stretches to a glass of good wine. I do not know whether that pair was sypyzheskoy or a pair of just love, in any case, sex was not worth y them in distant relatives, even more, and this circumstance eventually brought them to the story. But about everything in order.

The little girl began to kiss. She did this without touching the friends of the girls, at first, having fun. And then the young man, for brevity, we’ll call him a boyfriend, put the girlfriend in front of her, and she trustfully laid it on her back, but didn’t hide there, as she did, and continued to look at her lover with her quiet loving eyes. A tiny drop of the cadsobod fell to the little girl on the nose, the guy with the tip of the nose gave a nose to the nose, half-bitten into a blessed smile. The oaths, declarations of love, lovers read in the eyes of the friend of the friend all the emotions and thoughts that warped them. He kissed her on the eyes, and then she, apparently without embracing, hugged his neck and vrypg, stretching to her, began to kiss eagerly, without looking back.

What sweet moments for a young man, for a young man, however, for the old too! This is the swan song of the female soul of love, this is a prelude to the complete suppression of yourself for the sake of a loved one, this is an invitation to die in one day.

And the guy took it. Strong girls fucked the girl to herself, and she, searching for oblivion in this force, sighed sweetly - groaned.

The rain, the happy rain, everything was falling; it seemed there was no end, but it was completely forgotten under an elm tree. As well as about the little dog, pripyatvshegosya sby wood and no matter looking at the parties. Now the boy kissed his spouse eagerly, and - my dear is my dear, the goddess of Love didn’t get rid of his brakes in fear - began to give free rein to pykam. At the beginning, he was lured by heavy bowls of his guards, but it turned out to be unsuitable for caressing them, strong balls, slipping on a thin waist, were placed on the hips. When they were gone, they walked along them as if in a dream, all the time a great degree of contact. The girl did not notice this at all, squeezing more and more tightly under the long, curly hair of the boy's neck. They did not tear off the lips from the lips. And the moment came when the madness, born of the hot blood of youth to love, rose into its rights.The guy, like a drunk man, vdpyg with his thighs away from the hot female body, right, he climbed into his body and, after sunbathing jerks, drew the penis with its curved head. And then the guy jerked up the bell of the skirt and gently moved his knee to open his lovely legs, the arms as wide as possible, put under the skirt of pyky and, having fought with tripsy, moved down close. Following his butt, he trembled like a buddie that the front penis was constantly eating into something fiery that burned him unbearably. But after three or four unsuccessful attempts, the ass of the guy jerked forward more distance than before, and the girl, moaning blissfully, rolled her eyes, locked her head back. Well, the penis changed the fiery wall to the fiery passage, but the passage turned out to be the leading home.

From that moment on, they, lovers before madness, did not notice the wok anything at all. But between that rain came to an end, and on wet paths, people who were completely unaware of what they were waiting for were in a hurry. First of all, an old woman from this very simple and simple people approached the loving cospy. At first she did not understand what was being done this way, and then, opening the mouth from which yellow saliva immediately flowed, the place was frozen. Two drunks of the middle years followed, a little moronic and a lot of arrogant. These sorts of thoughts figured out what they were doing, and in the best traditions of Tambov’s rudeness, they tried to approach and give advice. Remember the joke - the question is, why can not you have sex in the middle of the city? That's right, after the lovers are silenced by advice, the country was advice. But the drunks didn’t go further than the step from the drunkard - the sheepdog was the one who was restlessly warming in the warmth of the fire, turned into a roaring monster, which gave way to an old tree In her eyes there was such an evil prudence to paste all and all, if she did not obey, that drunks were not only frozen in place, but also silent. After a minute, another subject joined the audience with his wife - a fat woman in a flowery dress. And these, too, having opened their mouths, froze in place as dug in.

And the fire has burst out all night and day. The fire hissed, sparks, twisted by smoke, flew in all directions. The guy, despite his vitality, increased and increased the tempo, and the girl, still not opening her eyes, was moaning in full voice. And finally, the bomb laid in the fire exploded. The guy squeezed his partner so that she expelled the arc, and he groaned, bleeding with a blissful flame. It seems, Ovchapka nyushchenno yelled in response. And for a minute before that, she experienced an orgazm girl who, in ecstasy, made two or three in-line movements with her white hips. She waited for the full end of the scoop, closing her lips. And when it was all over, apparently from complete exhaustion, she came into herself only when the skirt was in place, and the boy kissed her lightly on the cheek. Then she opened her eyes, and her gaze was still like a drunken drunk — tortured and consumed in herself. The boy wondered her around the waist, pushed her a little, and they went straight through the park, on the feet and bows of the Pioneer street. Behind them, occasionally looking at the crowd, starting to come to themselves, was a dog.

Someone asks to ask if I didn’t think it all out of my head? No, dear reader, not out of my head. Simply, we with the beautiful, but the fallen angel were in the same park, we all saw, but no one saw us. I have to tell you that the angel was trembling with earrings in its entirety, and when it was all over, he sighed with relief.

What is it that was burning in the park? - I still ask myself the question - the impotence of lust or, well, and rare, but still having the right to exist, the imperity in love? In fact, it so often happens that misfortune embraces a person in the midst of the densest human mass, and it is not easy to withstand it. And if it comes from love, and if the heart feels that there is an extension of life in incompetence? Of course, what is here to say, having proclaimed the frames of the sea, is worthy of judgment, but there must be exceptions to the rule confirming the right, couldn’t it be wrong? The whole question is to be worthy of such an exception, then the guilt will not hang so much, no, it will not.