For almost a day outside, a landscape stretched vertically lined with telegraph poles — that forest ran up close to the railroad track, the field went beyond the horizon, but there was something important, one-type in this moving picture — the spring hut of small villages and villages , covered with gray roofing, and the empty domes of dilapidated temples. Landscape, which may well be called our, domestic. But as if the one-color gamut in the frame of the window was changed to a rich palette - we crossed the border.

We are a group aimed at studying, landing forces to exchange experience with our colleagues in the construction of a bright future. The composition of our course was international - five people from each socialist country, but in order to strengthen friendship between nations we were mixed and a German girl got into my neighbors.

Redhead Sweet. Smiling. I am not in the tooth with a foot in German, she is not booming in Russian. I really did, and that kind of things, and with gestures and drawings in her block note — she just smiled and said “Yya, Yya”, which, in their language, means “yes”. In the end, I realized all the futility of my linguistic efforts and told her without thinking that, according to theory, of course, we should plan production so that it is effective, but for our lives, in the country of victorious socialism, the plan is the law, and if you broke the law ... Do you understand? ...

- Yya, ya! ...

- And who wants to break the law? Here's a hunt for you? - Probably, I did not understand what I meant when I talked about the hunt?

- ya

“A real hunt is not when with guns and dogs, but when you are hunting and I’m hunting.”

- ya ya.

- I would know about what I would not have yakala. Here I look at you and no economic knowledge and great theories come to my head, because I dream that we are left alone with you ... And so that after a glass of good cognac you divide me and undress me to the music ... And so that your underwear would be thin, black, translucent ... To take everything off, and leave stockings ... To swing your breasts, and you, apparently, are good, with your breasts would walk along my legs , and on the groin, and on the stomach, and on the lips ... To stand above me, spreading her legs, she would give a good view of her th pharynx and sat them in my mouth ... And would let you drink ... And then, teasing my hero, would take him in her ass ...

- ya ya ...

- Eh, dull ...

The week flew by and the last day of the program was free. My compatriots with long lists in their hands rushed to the shops, but I was aimlessly walking along a long, wide avenue. Small, like a bug, the little car braked and beep. Behind the wheel in black glasses sat Red. She opened the door and beckoned me with her hand.

“Did you specifically search for me?” - I asked, and in response, of course, I heard the usual:

- ya ya.

She brought me to her miniature one-room apartment next to the zoo, and I seemed to have entered my dream world.

After a glass of good cognac, it section me ... I turned on the music and showed me a slow striptease, reaching the translucent black linen ... I took everything off, remaining in some stockings ... Solid as grapes, with double-pendulum legs, walked on my delicate feet ... on the nervous groin ... on the soft stomach ... on the swollen lips ... Bent over me, gave me a lit flashlight and opened my red, fiery vagina ... I sent a flashlight beam to the cave and he flashed under her arches hole ureter and white from the tension of the heads ku clitoris ... Which gradually approached and plunged into my greedy mouth ... The cramps of its ebbing flesh seemed to get to her throat and squeeze out a moan of bliss ... She pounced on my hero with her mouth, he stood upright and then spread her hands pink like a flamingo anus ...

- What are you lovely! - I woke up, airy with complete satisfaction and stuck gratefully into her cheek.

“Yah,” she patted my head like a mother. - ya ...

The landscape outside the carriage window changed the overseas rainbow to the gray monotony of the fatherland, and before my eyes shone an eager shiver of a pharynx under the head of the clitoris and a reddish flame of hair on a white pillow. Ya ya ...

For those times, each such group of travelers traveling abroad in our country necessarily included someone whose duties included secretly looking after their comrades, as if the peddle for unreasonable children, so that they would not do anything, and if this happens, then report where it should be . It was such a pedal that I was invited to the train carriage ... to smoke.

He paternally inquired what I managed to buy for our small travelers, praised "their" cleanliness and order, which is what we lack in our otherwise almost perfect polity, I understood that all this was a prelude and was right. At some point, he thought that I was quite relaxed and in a whisper issued:

- You were seen with a foreigner in the car, is that true?

- What is she a foreigner? We studied with her together. She is in Russian, as I am in Chinese. She saw me, and she drove me ... To the zoo ...

- Do not lie? ... Okay, so let's write that before the zoo ... It's good that you are not lying ... She said the same ... By the way, in Russian she is better at scratching us and you.

And then I understood that in order to be understood it is sometimes necessary to pretend to be non-understanding as she did, but our merger was so complete that we became intuitively united even in a lie.

Thank you, my redhead, thank you, my hot, as I would like to answer all your wishes with an enthusiastic “Yoh! Yya! 08/14/2000