Chapter 4. "No costume can match the beauty of the human body."

After the bath, you always sleep without hind legs, as my grandmother used to say. Long and hopeless. Therefore, go to the bath on Saturday. Therefore, I do not like a bath. It makes you kind of unearthly and weightless. Clean inside and out. For a while. And then you go to the bathroom, or you wash the dishes, or something else and it is even a shame that a few minutes ago you floated "like an angel from heaven" and on you, in the dirt like everyone else. But this later.

In the meantime, you wake up naked. Naked - naked. Despite the fact that yesterday the grandmother got the stupid nightie on you. And give vent to your feelings. It is necessary to take off the nightie in the evening to wake up in the morning as it should.

Winter is even better. The blanket is thick, thick. Heavy and warm it caresses everything, all places from the top of the head and to the fingers on the legs, if you stretch. The sheets are fresh, smelling like wind sails, smell freshness, wormwood, and freedom. You will thrust out your leg, it's chilly in the room, and jerk back. And to indulge - rub the whole body on the duvet cover and sheets.

Have a buzz!

And you can lie in bed for a long time, up to nine hours. And bask. That's why I loved my palms. In the summer, they are very sharky, in pimples, as Grandma says, and in winter they become more tender. And I slowly dragged mother's cream. From him, they softened great.

My palms. My glorious palms. They reached everywhere and stroked, stroked, stroked ...

So, let's stretch, stroke ...

Devils, I was already bent from what I remembered! Yesterday evening. And wash in the bath. I already threw the sheet. In - affairs. The whole body was excised with a red dash from a broom. The skin even ached. I looked at myself so carefully, as if it was no longer me. Like a snake for the first time replaced the skin. For some reason, I tried to lift my tits with my palms. And they seemed to me unusually poured, although yesterday morning I did not pay attention to this misunderstanding, from the point of view of a “normal” woman. In one fell swoop, I jumped to the old pier glass that occupied the far corner of the room and was stunned. It was me and not me!

Dash from a broom - do not count. And before it happened.

I saw myself with new eyes. And if you bite your lip to forget what I saw yesterday, and what I was doing at the same time. That was not me! This girl was much more beautiful than that shabby goat, who climbed on the fences, glimpse with her panties in front of the indiscreet countersink of Vitka Sala-Masla.

I liked myself! If we discard the fact that from my mother's daughter, I turned into a curious liar, who with might and main looks at and overhears her nose, wherever she goes, in the mirror there was a girl that was necessary. If before, I was so-so, now wow.

- You catch the difference Witek. Now you will be the first to climb a bird cherry.

And yet, I suddenly realized that I would never, ever again crawl on this very bird cherry! Why rip off bitches so beautiful hips! Well, maybe the thighs are still narrow, and by the way, the thighs of nothing are strong. But ass. I liked it terribly, my little ass. I sweetly stroked it and carefully examined the mirror in the mirrors at once in three projections. And then she even stooped to get a better look at what my father’s tongue was touching yesterday. And not only concerned. The dark ring of the anus funny blinked. I pushed my finger across it, admiring my courage. And no disgust. Wow. And he answered me by shrinking and oh ...

Oh, and I had a wonderful body. And in order to see HER my little, my nice pussy and it was not necessary to bend down. But I still bent over stronger. Why I never looked at her in the mirror! I tried not to notice that. Once - once, I washed under the toilet. She slid the gasket into her underpants, when her period, pulled it out, threw it out, undermined it, and never looked at it. As if she is a plague, which is nasty. And she is not a plague, but a plague. Thanks to her, I was like that yesterday ... I almost got out.

Like a half apricot behind, below the anus.

I enthusiastically stroked her soft lips and decided that it was better to get in bed anyway. And then roll again!

I liked to touch her, just touch, meet. My apricot. And do not represent anything, no pictures. And so everything is sweet. I even found a pea. Magic pea, which tried to hide from the princess under the twelve feather beds and how many then there blankets. And the princess just grew and the pea made itself felt. Fairy tale then it turns out for adults to compose. You are my pea. Wow, she was always small before. And yet, how do I know, I just learned about it yesterday. Wow! It seemed to me that even the ass twitched in response to the caress of MY pea. No, madam, not all at once, we will visit you later. Yes, it turns out you are not a pea at all. Oh th, how can you grow right before your eyes! Now the size of a bob! Yes, you just - Mr. Bob. We are to you later, Mr. Bob, later!

And went running. My hands re-acquainted with my body. They stroked, squeezed, caressed him. I was dragged into the pool, into the depths of the fall. Grandma, why didn't you say that the Fall is when you soar when falling into Niagara. I'm falling, so I'm already a fallen woman! How good to fall and fall. Only one hand should be on the sisochku, and the other ... Hello Mr. Bob. Oh-oh!

I close my eyes, or they themselves. I wish I did not close them. Between my legs appears Apollo's head, he bites his lips into my sweet lips.

- Pa-ka-ka. Nice little I love-love-you - I - love-love. My ass starts to twitch sweetly, the room falls behind me to the bottom of the Niagara, and in the open door stands my Apollo smiles. Folder. Why did he, in Niagara. I open my eyes with force, and there is a folder in the doorway. It's too late to fix anything.

With all my strength I can labor Mr. Bob and he meekly and enthusiastically takes me to the bright distance of unconsciousness.

...

- How did you grow up daughter ...

- Folder!

I lie, still naked, and he sits on the edge of the bed and soothingly strokes me. His hand wipes a tear from his cheek and moves down. Along the way she catches the nipple, which is given to sweet languor. Pat on the thigh.

- All is well. You're a normal girl, just grown up already. Rest, and let's go drink tea, the princess and the pea ...

Sometimes I think he can read minds!

That's just the door should be closed. Plump. Our house has such an order, if the door to the room is ajar, come in whenever you want. If it is tightly shut, then you are not expected there.

Looks like yesterday I left the door wide open. But the question is whether I wasn’t at the door or I just didn’t want to be alone ...

And I did not go to drink tea.

Then I overheard sitting on the stairs leading to the attic.

In the evening he left.

Oh, those travel folders.

On the eve of the parents were some special. They walked, almost holding hands. They talked to each other tenderly. Not that tenderness, but somehow especially.

“Zhenya, please give me some salt,” it sounded like he was expressing love or inviting her to a waltz tour. They used every opportunity to sneak off and retire. Now I know why.

Today he left again ...

Chapter 5

I don't like a lot.

I do not like it when beautiful tall girls run like horses. Highly lifting their "hooves" forward and dropping their shoulders back. I don’t like it when the girls are standing wide apart, “pulling it apart,” as my grandmother used to say. Yes, toed inside. I do not like when the girls stink of chicken shit. Phew

And my legs ... I remember, my dad poured on my brain for a long time, explaining why the second position was. Yesterday I look, my classmates put their feet “to heel” as one, and it's in rubber boots! And about three years ago, they themselves shpynya me how much in vain for this very second position. Before the boys show off chicken ass.

And why am I on girls ...