Year in 95, when I finished the current-current school, fate brought me together with a beautiful kind girl, a pure virgin, humble and chaste. She almost always walked in a long skirt with a small slit, in which her beautiful legs sometimes flashed, and in a sweater that hid her little figure. This look was completed by glasses in a wide frame, which she undoubtedly walked.

We got acquainted with her then at some youth party, when people were going to not just drink, but just sit and talk.

Later we met her, walked around the city, through the parks, looked at the May nature and breathed warm spring air.

On one of these walks she inadvertently twisted her leg, and, taking a taxi, had to take her home. She lived on the third floor in a house without an elevator and with a little limp with my help, we got to her apartment.

There she sat on the sofa, and I gently pulled off her shoes, began to massage her ankles.

She lay back and slightly pulled her skirt up, obviously enjoying it.

I was squatting in front of her, holding her leg on my knees, and she accidentally, or maybe not accidentally, slipped and rested straight into the bulge on my pants. In her eyes, the lights began to play and she, with some pressure, carried her foot through my trousers right along my hardening member.

“I like it,” she asked slyly, squinting.

- Of course, - I said already, pressing my leg to my groin

She pulled her skirt even higher, exposing her slender legs, which she was pushing more and more, until something dark flashed between them, which I at first took for panties. It turned out, however, that there were no panties on her, but her sponges, covered with thick hairs, which she, apparently, had never shortened, opened my eyes. Her skirt was already raised to the top, when she quietly asked ... - Kiss me there, - and spread her legs wide

I buried my head in her skirt and ran my tongue over her lips, pressing on them ... They parted and ran my tongue around entering the vagina, I felt her body tremble, and how wet she became.

- Enough, - she asked soon - I had already finished, I have quiet orgasms.

Embarrassed, I got out from under her skirt. She was sitting all red, her sweater was pulled up, two rather large breasts protruded from under her, which she wrinkled with her hands, her nipples were small and stood upright, and around them were dark-colored mugs.

She silently reached out to me, I got up, she quickly unbuttoned my pants, and, jerking along with the shorts, pulled them down.

“He's so big and fat,” she said softly, before my dick disappeared in her mouth. She sucked clumsily, but diligently moved her hand and lips over him, occasionally taking him out of her mouth to tickle her head with her tongue.

One of these times, I could not stand it, and I threw all the sperm that was in me on her face. Opening my eyes, I saw her happy face covered with my sperm, stained glasses. Sperm was on her sweater, and on her breasts, and even on her favorite black skirt could be seen white spots.

“And now it’s time for you,” she said softly, “slam the door, please.” And come tomorrow ...

The next day I came to her ... But that's another story