She looked like a small dragonfly in a blue scarf on her head and with a large box behind her shoulders (if there are boxes in dragonflies) At first I didn’t pay attention to her - you never know how people walk through the forest on such a sunny September day, but then I thought that the little 15-year-old gatherer has something special, a certain charm in her clumsy but childishly shy and naive movements. She then bent looking at another toadstool with a pygmy seeker looking for a snake in the grass, then slowly in a sweet languor sticking her bones, she thoughtfully stuck out her lip and doubted whether to put this mushroom in a basket or wait until mom approached. Mom, however, was very far away and soared in the empyrean somewhere at the other end of the forest with some kind of dodgy appearance. What are usually communicating only mushroom pickers and owners of cell phones Every now and then heard

Sounds like Auuuu You where I come up here but the caller didn’t come up apparently interested in something else from the world of nature in the Moscow region and the sounds subsided turning into a careful shuffling through the dry grass of the clearing and the creak of a knife about some very stubborn fungus

Gradually, the day tended to the middle. The air smelled of heated foliage and the girl felt hot.

She took off her handkerchief and I became a happy witness of the release from the close captivity of the sheaf of her soft and probably terribly fragrant hair. The shirt was wet under the arms and the sensation was not very pleasant, and the mycelium took it off in a yellow T-shirt than attracted my attention even more. and we began to cut away from the surface fallen tired trees sometimes bumping into each other and sniffing shyly

In one of these bats, I even managed to hit my forehead on her small narrow forehead, and then without any doubt we just laughed at our own awkwardness. My mother completely disappeared from the senses and the girl, defrosted by warmth, decided to rest sitting near a fallen storm and old age. I looked at the trunks of fallen trees until I saw a beautiful White Mushroom proudly towering above the surrounding foliage and apparently deciding that autumn is not yet an age and it should take all the pleasures of life. My idea is to take gri was interrupted by the voice strict forest mermaid - This is my mushroom

She ran up to cut off the white hair and looked at me with a challenge, so that some kind of painfully sweet wave drenched me from the inside and froze in my stomach. No, he was my first, I saw him first - I happily told with some sort of inner feeling that something had started at the same time, wondering what I should do now. Mermaid indignantly shook a shock of fragrant hair from the shampoo turned and screaming mom I found white - however completely useless because mom irretrievably disappeared went back along the glade holding the mushroom by the leg so the little finger was the gag I towards giving it a special elegance of movement

Not intending to part with the mushroom (or with it), I slowly and uncertainly moved after

The girl quickened her step. I also ended up in a minute our smooth procession turned into a real pursuit where the runaway is always right and the catching up is hopeful. Soon she slipped and stretched out on the grass continuing to squeeze the unfortunate mushroom in her fist. it was not there. A girl like any female creature held her prey very tight. I began to shake her tickling, which caused a wave of screeching and giggling. For a minute, our struggle subsided and I saw her all at once in a T-shirt and sweatpants with r ibom in her hand lying in front of me and looking at me with some strange look mixture of fatigue and detachment My hand lifted the T-shirt by itself and two beautiful strong elastic breasts with large nipples like overgrown cherries looked at me The girl grabbed my hand and tried to lower the shirt but it was late - I gently and gently caressed and wrapped my knolls and gently pinched her nipples

In the blink of an eye, I took all my clothes off of her and put them on the cool grass in front of me Her narrow hips her flat stomach and slender back lured me uncontrollably my body rebelled against all kinds of clothes and when I took off everything I stood in front of her feeling how prepared to attack the fort my army I hugged the girl clasping her knoll between her legs with a strong but tender palm and when I aroused her so much that she stopped resisting crying and talking symbolic nunenado and reddened her legs parted and clasped my thighs

I sent my spear into it and in one fell swoop I put it in front of me and frantically moved it to make her Tatar rider twitch and sway from side to side in the saddle. My hands passionately crushed her small breasts. I sat her on my spear like a medieval executioner heretic and just because I didn’t want and at the same time I liked to sit here on the grass with a young, strong and slim man and to stick it under the autumn soft sun. Then I knocked her back onto the grass and clasped her legs with my big strong hips and began to enter it very strongly. The girl raised her hands up so as not to stop me from enjoying the taste of her breasts with delicate brown nipples and the girth of a slender body. me and lying on my side, putting my foot in something hard and gnarled (into a fir tree?) took possession of her from behind, feeling the tenderness of cool buttocks in my stomach. My suffering was growing and finally I finished my battle for the mushroom with a hot salute in the very middle of my Noah beauty: ..