It was late spring. Young sticky leaves warmly waved to the gentle sun, filling the air with their tart green freshness. We sat in the center of tehsapport and kicked the dicks.

“Here we are sitting here, colleagues,” said Kesha, my immediate superior, “and kick the hell. Once an hour, some asshole with his mudatsky problem calls us. And all our work - thoughtfully and intelligently to explain to him that all his mudakie problems - from the fact that he is an asshole. And therefore let him make his claims to the technical support of the maternity hospital, where a drunk vet repaired his head with fireplace tongs, pulling it out of that careless pussy, which, according to his mind, had to be caulked with a good spiral, not relying only on the stronghold of that second-class second-class cockon who is the main culprit of all his mudak problems!

“You talk beautifully,” I sneered a sneer. - Why are you talking so beautifully?

- I say to the fact that there are people who really enter, honestly, with a soul, nipadetski. Only you, boobies and parasites, do not understand!

***

I diligently and critically pondered these wise words of my boss on the way home, which ran through a picturesque park. Rather, dick, of course, I was steamed over the fact that Keshka had dropped from boredom, but my path lay through the park. Very so cute and uncrowded park.

For all the way of the people I met only two girls. Actually, on that my road and stopped, because it crossed with their dear, and they came to me and began to say words. I was not opposed to the fact that they approached me, because I had noticed them from afar and thought:

"If I were a rapist, then I would make a little white one."

Having looked narrowly, I added the thought:

"And then - little black."

In general, both were symptomatic. Not any pretentious uebishchas that trample our forest trails with their lower-legged ankles (which, according to the mind, should put on wadded trousers and even naglobuchivat chemical protection cloak, and not emphasize a short skirt, soaring above their cellulite) yes in a playful topic, from which, judging by the swaying of the relief, is clearly trying to get out the "alien". No, these ladies were not at all like that. And yet - they were able to speak. And they said:

- Young man! Can I have a moment?

I stopped silently. Kelamburit did not. They were a little shy. Finally, the little black gave a little white elbow, like tapping on an old TV set so that he bewildered, - and the little white one scowled:

- You see, what's the matter. We played cards here. And we played not just like that, but on desire.

She fell silent. I understand that she lost. It remained to know what desire? I was expectantly silent, although I had several assumptions, one of which turned out to be true. He sounded more resolute little black. She voiced not without ekhidtsy - it was good for her to speak maliciously when she did not lose. She said the following:

- I made sure that Svetka delivered oral pleasure to the first oncoming guy, who would be at least a little more beautiful than Gollum and a little younger than Gandalf.

“Talked, or what?” - I thought.

And grunted:

- Well, right now, I’ll throw everything away - and I’ll go look for you handsome!

I was flirting. I knew that I looked a little prettier than Gollum, and that younger than Gandalf - it is even written in my passport (at Gandalf). In short, I realized that it was about me. The girls laughed. Belenkaya is awkward, dark one is more cheerful.

- Well, what, young lady, - I turned to the white, - follow, or what, in the bushes?

I understood it: card debt is a matter of honor. And he was ready, with all our nobility, to help her with the solution of her problem. And then - how many noble and sexy Muchachos like me walk through this provincial park?

- Can I, too? - asked the little black.

- What, suck?

- No, I'll stand next.

“Go ahead,” the generous I resolved.

We proceeded to the bushes. Rather, the clearing that was behind the bushes, hidden from all sorts of voyeurs, except the most goal-oriented. Belenka, bedding the oilcloth on the young grass, knelt down. I unzipped my zipper, loosened the belt buckle and lowered my jeans to my knees. Behind them - cowards. Without frills - every day so provided access to the object. The object, sensing its freedom, jumped briskly, smacking it into a slightly snub-nosed, but very sexy nose.

“He’s already excited,” the little white girl said, not without some annoyance, as it seemed to me.

I shrugged:

- Well, probably, I am some kind of unearthly freak from the depths of space, that I have a bolt raised when a pretty, devil, young lady, is going to make me a blowjob.

With a pause they snorted. Then the little black said:

- A “young lady bes pesdy” - this is also a podebka, or so?

In truth, it was not a podjeka. Not implied. It turned out that way. But I did not disavow my sparkling humor:

- How should I know? - I said. - Yes, and what the difference? Well this is, like, suction, not fucking.

Belenkaya, perhaps a little offended. Not stopping to caress my device with her fingers, she assured:

“My pussy is fine too.”

“Well, thank God,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

“By the way, my name is Sveta,” she introduced herself, although I had already heard her name.

“Very nice,” I said, and nodded down. - And his - Don Julio.

- How are you? - insisted little black.

I shrugged again:

- If I say that Sasha will change something?

- And how old are you?

“Yesterday was seventeen, and today is not my birthday,” I answered intricately. And he added diplomatically. - Although, of course, getting presents is pleasant on any given day.

Here the white Sveta broke off the number: she got out of nowhere (hussars, keep silent to everyone!) A cloth centimeter and put it to the fact that she was ready to soon redeem her card loss.

- Is that you? - I was puzzled. - Like, do you measure whether the destroyer will pass to fairway?

“It will pass, do not worry,” Light muttered a little absently and threw to her friend. - Nastya, write it down!

And dictated the data: the length and girth. Just now I noticed a notebook in the hands of the little black.

“Actually, he is not on record now,” I said, out of love for accuracy. - It depends on the weather. In the heat of July, and the sea - he is still half a centimeter smashed.

- Yes, it is normal for you, - encouraged the Light, as if to dispel my complexes, or some other garbage. And she asked. - What are you, he measured it?

- No damn, I generally just found out about its existence! Lord, what did it grow out of me? Is it still able to get up?

How else to answer the idiotic questions?

Then Sveta finally took up her own business - and foolish questions now came only from the black Nastya.

- Have you had sex before?

- Of course not. You see, whenever we met a young lady in the park who lost suction to the first oncoming guy, the first one came from one of my boyfriends, scum, because I was overwritten and offended, and

- But I'm serious!

I sighed loudly:

- Yes, damn it! The situation is okhuitelno has seriousness! But seriously, how do you think?

- And when? I mean, when ...