In 1964, our family moved from Kiev to Kherson. New city, new friends, new worries, only old problems remained. Sperm literally boiled in my eggs and demanded a way out. New impressions are needed for release, and where to get them in a new city. Very soon my new friends suggested: On the Backwaters. In Kherson, the left bank of the Dnieper is as low as in Kiev. This is not a messy Hydropark or a crap Trukhanov island. To the very horizon, the ocean pristine sand, thickets of verbolosis and silver poplars. Among this splendor there are scattered small glades, as if created for receiving the sun's rays in which the mother gave birth. The hunt for sunbathers has become my hobby for many years.

Hunting is a serious and dangerous business. We avoided the company with men. There could catch and cool nakostilyat. We did not approach the meadows with mixed pairs. Here they could launch (very accurately) a weighty drin between the shoulder blades. We were looking for girl companies. My buddies had entertainment: river pebbles (from the first throw) to get on the shaggy triangle or into the gap between the thighs. This wild entertainment I soon tired of. Judge for yourself.

A company of youngsters can lie on their stomachs for hours, lifting one to the sun. then another pink heels. It is necessary to get pebbles on their backs or bottoms as they dive into the bushes with a shriek. There is nothing further to do here.

"Aunts" - those who are over 30, lie on their backs, arms and legs outstretched. Look at the sagging boobs, full stomachs, not a fountain. In addition to the pubic hair is not visible, everything interesting is covered by fattening thighs. It is necessary to get into it with pebbles, as such a high-rise mat resounds that it is impossible to convey. There was no lyrical mood.

It is nice to watch over-brides. Slender and well-formed bodies, neat (not yet broken-down) sexual lips caused great excitement and a desire to rush there. Hitting a pebble causes a light swipe and towel cover. And there is nothing more to catch.

Very quickly, I became a lone hunter. I was attracted to mixed couples. It turned out that watching them alone is the highest pleasure. Memories of this excite so far.

Here he and She go down from the river tram. Go, as in kindergarten, tightly holding hands. As they slowly walk around the beach, His hand touches Her back several times, or slightly lower. Her hand also hits his buttocks several times. For me, this sign is Game. After seeing the beach, a couple dives into the undergrowth, and I follow them. Now the main thing is not to hurry. Having dived into the undergrowth, the couple kisses for a long time without opening their hands. Then the hands separate and He presses Her to him. In this case, His hand lies on her ass, but she does not discard his hand. Having a lot of kissing, the couple starts moving. As he moves, He presses against Her several times. I can not see the back, but I know: his pants stand in front of the stake. Finding a busy clearing, She quietly snaps into a fist, He presses Her to her and always kisses her. At this time I look around the clearing and decide: should I come back here or will not stand. Finally, a free glade is found. First, she chooses a place for the bed: on the left side of the meadow (by the sun), closer to the bushes and always without grass. Discarded sandals, she leans over her bag, squats on his haunches. This is 1964 - the heyday of mini-skirts and super - short sundresses. I am lying on the sand, and my peg stands drin from the demonstration of charms. Over time, I got theatrical binoculars. Weak, but quite enough for hunting. The litter is spread out and the dressing process begins. Dozens, maybe hundreds of times, I observed a similar picture. Few people come in a bathing suit. For sunbathing, underwear wears the very best. Smacking His cheek, She heads for the bushes. First, arms are released from the armhole.Without removing the sundress, bussalter is removed and hung on a branch. In this case, the sundress opens the lower part of the linen (very exciting). To get the upper part out of her purse, she leans or crouches. No words, just memories. The upper part is worn (without removing the sundress) and removed the bottom. I have never seen dressing without a dress, just not taking it off. Wearing the bottom of the sundress is very uncomfortable. The body is sweaty, melting rolls into a roll, but She stubbornly pulls them up. Every time I looked forward to the moment of removing the sundress. It's like a good shot at the hunter. The clothes fell and here it is a wonderful moment: one breast did not get into the cup, the melting was stuck below the buttocks, all the charms are right in front of you. such a pleasure will not give any porn, it must be seen alive. Swaying flexibly from side to side, She spins up swimming trunks and puts everything in its place. With her gestures can not be compared with any belly dance. After many years, in Turkey, he was shown to me - a pathetic parody of changing clothes in the Backwaters. All the women finished dressing with the same movement: the gum of the belt was straightened out and the melting in front was slightly delayed. Surely, she looks in there, some of them are correcting something there. Then light squats and elastic bands in the crotch. That's all, She changed her clothes. Now I have 5-7 minutes to change positions.

It is necessary to lie at their feet, this is the most convenient position to view the continuation. Sexual intercourse was not interesting for me. His bare ass closes everything. The only worthy moment when He slides down from Her. Deployed sponges, droplets of moisture on the hair, pink bud anala - shine. After a moment, the legs go down, and the picture disappears. I always waited for love games. They were engaged in "hymen" or in "dangerous" days.

At first, He gently strokes Her shoulder. Then the hand goes to the string on Her neck. Short stroking and nodule untied. Now the hand rhythmically strokes the spine and pulls the other knot. A pair of kisses in the back and the rope divorced to the sides. There is no resistance, only blissful relaxation. Gradually, the hand goes down to the bottom. When you lie on your stomach, there is a gap between the spine and the elastic of the underpants. At first, fingers penetrate this gap, then palm. As soon as the palm falls under the gum, it begins to move along the waist. With each movement Her meltings descend lower and lower. But here they are wedging on the hips and in the crotch. At this point, the ass rises and legs slightly divorced. Inspired, he jumps and shoots them altogether. His melts also fly there. As I dreamed that I would have a member as big and stand-up. Now, after many years lived, I dream about it again. HE falls on Her, with a sweep, but it was not there. Her legs are tightly compressed. All attempts to push them in vain. He is disappointed, I am satisfied - Game. Stumbling into the tight gap between the buttocks, He spreads his legs and lies down on Her. After a few seconds, Her legs slightly spread apart, passing His instrument into her crotch. Now He understands: e: whether it will not. It should be a few kisses in her neck and his ass begins rhythmic movements. At first, nothing is visible. Her butt is lowered, the legs lie tight, only the movement of His instrument is visible. After 3-4 minutes, she begins to disassemble. Barely noticeable, but Her ass starts to rise. A little more and legs apart. You can see very well how His trunk slides along Her sponges, sponges swelled. They are no longer pale coffee, but red-brown and shine. Sometimes you can see the pale pink skin inside. This is when He tries to push his barrel into Her. Today it is forbidden. It is hard for him, sperm tearing eggs to pieces, he starts to stop. I don't know how, but She feels this moment. Easy deflection and the head rests on the anal bud. One or two of His movements and detente begins. Sometimes, a copiously greased head falls into Her body. Exhausted He fell next to Her. She, grabbing her purse, ran into the bushes.When the couple left, I found in the bushes girl's handkerchiefs or napkins with wet spots. Every time I had a desire to press these spots to the member and add my sperm. I did not do this, I was afraid to catch the infection. I just gently inhaled the smell of fresh sperm and the female perineum.

Most often, He clamped the head with his hand and lay down beside him. While He rested with his eyes closed, She (as a rule) made the following movement:

Spreading her legs even more and raising her ass she ran her fingers from the anal bud to the pubis. If the fingers glittered moisture, some have tried it on the tongue. All this time I could admire the most intimate things that a young woman has.

If you remember what I watched at the Suns, there is not enough computer memory. I saw in the bushes mother teaches her daughter to remove sand from the crotch. I saw my father and son twist the smelting. Father playfully clicks his son on the cock, and he throws up his instrument with his palm. The son is embarrassed and blushes, and dad gently presses him to himself and makes several reciprocating movements with his fist. The usual thing is water in the face Much more interesting - face to back, with the partner's knees pressed to her chest. Free space for fantasy gave bathing dogs. Grown-up people run through shallow water, constantly stumbling. After each fall, the dog is on top (it does not matter on a man or a woman). I saw how the company of children is having fun with a young child (person 4-5). But I have never heard or seen violence. Kherson city is small, drown instantly.

Here is such an erotic life proceeded on the backwaters of the glorious Dnieper River. How is it now, I do not know.