That month, Natalia Evgenievna worked with Kolya for an additional month. Their classes went to the benefit of both, he gained experience and practice, and she just fucked and, in addition to her study of philosophy, studied him in the same way with all the ways of love, prelude and proper behavior in bed, severely punishing him every time he didn’t learn a new age, After all, as she continued to keep track of his successes on the love side.

Their classes were usually held two times a week for three hours, and they succeeded for such a short time to get fucked, to talk in the shower and very little to go about actually lagging behind, for which all this persecuted movement was started. In turn, changing the place to study, they had to mark with their sweaty bodies all the student's pairs and styles in 401 audits, then she began to invite him to her place where she was much more pleasant and cozy, and even there she could fully split up and completely surrender to the young and inexperienced styledistishke.

During their **** ***** Natalya Evgenievna often asked Kolyan y about him, what he does in his free time, what time he spends, and in what medium does all this usually take place. It was easy to see that she was clearly interested in them, and wanted to completely master them all from the brain and ending with the body. Having learned from him about his secret podgy, Olya decided to meet her, whatever the cost and completely, finally, to put all the dots over i, which y had accumulated enough, which is enough for a long and tedious conversation with a slut whore, obviously his flight and not detracting special communication with him.

Kolyan agreed to work with him at the hut in the same hostel’s hostel, but oh well, it can bring a small marafet and give you a little bit more to devote her to a less divine view ... Having agreed on what day this handles out, Kolyan as usual said goodbye to his Natasha, so he called now her for us ION its same without teppevshey official handling will in this heart-pounding unearthly tpahom communication.

... for days and nights, he continued to lead his habitat in order, preparing for a pleasant kylytomnomu communication, so as not to fall into the face of the person in front of an intelligent young graduate student. Cleanly bringing the walls to the floor and the walls, accumulated from constant drunks and eternal student teaching, washing away the stains of the blood, vomit and tomy-like shit, from the ceiling and blankets, so printed on the abundance of blue on it. a state of deep affect and a sliding roof due to the transformation of his house into a kind of cheap public house.

While applying great efforts it was still possible to do this, as well as very well, now his apartment looked like some kind of botanist with glasses, always in a hurry to the library, until she closed it. He tried not to resemble a pig anymore, not to foul where he lives, so that this paradise, which was built by his own feasts, could be kept longer ...

Kolyan was sitting alone, looking at the rings for cigarette smoke at the ceiling and was waiting for his next occupation, his head was not filled at that moment with anything that would make him worry about getting excited or rejoicing at the pride of himself, he just sat there and continued to ring all the same cigarette smoke, until at last the doorbell rang, thus appearing its eternal rest. I made it so that you could not see the holes on his torn socks and went to see who did it, although it was very deep on the head, because I knew who was there.

- Hello to you glorious, I got so tired of you, I decided to check in, neyzheli you are not glad to me, some strange expression of your face y?

At the moment there was Olya, that's exactly what is suitable, but just as he didn’t want to see her now, it’s necessary to have such a bummer on the great day of the mystery of breaking up the son of naika, and about whom, about Olga, he could not predict this, but it was already too late.

- Fuck my old crutches and bang them in, I’m certainly glad to see you, but understand, Olya, you’re not a little warm during the whole time. You know such a Tatar proverb that the uninvited guest is a hyssic Pyssky, so y you, *****, now the same situation, y classes right now, a teacher will come to me, and you will drink.

- Hello, ass, New Year! Do not worry, I would behave quietly, I would not even be heard. By the way, and since when did you take y?

“From these very ones, it’s not your business, walk, but just so that you can quietly, push yourself there with a grudge in the wall, and so that no sound will come from you.”

Olya went and sat down on the sofa. Stresses are created in this world, the last time they threw themselves a week ago, and even then it was somehow sluggish and fast, usually for such a time he, like a stallion, threw himself at her and was torn for a long time, now you can see quite a different map. She began to be plagued by doubtful doubts on the basis of human existence, or rather, the male part of it, but still decided not to ask unnecessary questions, fully trusting to coincidence of circumstances and time, which, as is known, heals any injuries, regardless of who applied them and when hoping somewhere in the house that after his classes she would give him everything, everything that had accumulated in her, trying to force her to put her on the kykan ... In the doorway they called again.

Now, Kolyan obviously didn’t partake, pounded himself with a three-floor mat and went to open his gate. According to all the laws of meanness and the theory of probability, Natalya Evgenievna was supposed to appear there at the moment, it was she who was there.

“Hello, Nikolai, how are you doing, are you ready for a challenge and defiance, conquering the unexplored features of the universe,” Natasha unobtrusively asked.

“Always ready, my view is right in the bright morning, it’s me, as a doctor, a neuropathologist,” Kolyan laid out in advance prepared text for meeting the text.

- Strange y you answer, you should not speak as a doctor neuropathologist, but as a lagging student who is trying to make up for.

With these words, Natalya Evgenievna followed the way around the premises, and not just kyda-nibyd, but exactly where the friends of his days from the dead quietly received. Women's logic and intuition didn’t let down the students, she guessed right away that this is the very ***** trying to beat her off poor Kolya, this is the same ***** that shared the love bed with him in her absence , the same *****, slaughtering the head of poor Kolya, and without that typyuyu, every amorhkoy.

“And as I understand it, Olga, although I certainly could be mistaken,” Natalya Evgenevna burst out in a voice that was not subject to discussion, setting a prominent note of disbelief at her address and putting herself in a higher position.

- Yes, and you actually, who? - Olha answered more.

“You can simply Natasha,” she replied, and then continued, “afterwards, Kohl, you couldn’t go to the store, buy something for tea, or have a drink, you should relax a little and relax after classes.” How do you look at it.

He agreed, just nothing more was left to do. The nearest shop was quite far away, putting on a stick that was more aggressively out, promising not to hold on for a long time. He knew, more precisely, by the direction of his teacher, he determined that their dialogue with Olya was not enough for that. Tyt emy right away remembered how Natasha was asking about her, all that remained was to regret her and try not to pay attention to the cold November wind ... and at that time in the apartment.

- Yes, you're just a cheap *****, a dirty uncouth whore, you think that everything in this world will go to you with pyk. So know, syka, with me y you these things will not come, I find you how to live, - Natalya Evgenievna, disheveled by her grimace, disheartened by her hair, left you alone, you hear No, - she continued praying with tears in her eyes.

With these words, she relaxed the strained pyky, and completely exhausted sat down on the floor, big tears of resentment for not knowing how to prove their right turned to Natalia Evgenievna’s eyes. She sat and cried, she did not want to live, she did not want to be here, yes, it was here and now that she was burned with shame, with shame for her weakness and gentle character, when she was with a man who had grown up almost on the street with childhood realized that in this life you can not be weak, this is not the place to live alive.

The big hatred of the rival strongly acted Ole the heart, but nevertheless, no matter what, she would feel sorry for the weak and carefree about them, who would then move forward to the world-wide succession to the construction of a bright tomorrow. She got close to the floor and hugged Natashi, wiping her tears and kissed her adamantly, first on the forehead, accustomedly straightened her hair, Natasha did not resist, and Olia gave her her kisses, the last one got it, in a real fashion. Natasha had never dealt with such things before and tried to stop it, but Olja strongly kept the wriggling head of the offender, who, by the will of the week, became now only a victim. Ryka slipped her over the fastener by Natasha's blouse, slowly unhooked it.

When it was removed, Olya climbed through an experienced pyky under her lip, freeing herself with fine, poured milk and honey, putting it on public display. She began to gently stroke them, causing her nipples to soon be sore. Natasha still continued to torment herself with exercises, but soon she calmed down, experienced actions of no less experienced avengers forced her to do it, she replied, lay down on the sofa and pressed her back on Olga, who was pleasingly grateful to her child, as if she was a hungry child, she had drawn her child's hands, and she was drawing a child. in another style.

“Lick me there, it’s not difficult for you,” Natasha said barely audibly.

But Olya didn’t need to hear this at all, she herself knew perfectly well what to do when and when, but why did she like to carry out her orders, as if from this it seemed to her that she was enjoying the evil ways.

Spreading her legs a little wider, so that it was more convenient, she dug her tongue into her accostly-wrinkled pubis, somewhat reminiscent of a wrist, which caused Natasha, in sweet lust, to seize her head and forcefully, when it was necessary, delivering more pleasure to herself. ..

Vdryg rykdyda not take it, appeared in his mouth, right, you of course have guessed, appeared Kolyan. He was sick of seeing the spectacle, but he understood that Olya must be helped to somehow calm her teacher. Together it was much easier for them to do it, they followed each other friends one another, when someone got up, they even tried to reassure her half together, which was why Natalya Evgenievna did the same thing in chyvstva. The trio of uproar then gpppen sex, then **** yly spirits without being crucified, and those who died of their exploits went to bed to leave their last strength on the morning. The moor of this fable is as follows: taking hold of the mouth, say something.

At that time, the words of the “Zapekod'nic” group were heard, which conveyed to the broad mass of the masses their song “Kama-Sutra”, directed to learn simple people in the community of sex, but our heroes were already a long time ago in their careers, they slept and slept and slept and slept and slept and died. body pose number 69 in a troop version.