- I can bring, but it will not be confused, and they will not allow me. She's all dirty, torn.
- What should I do? - Bear in despair was ready to howl, so he wanted to go to the toilet.

- And let me take her home and how can I put in order?

- Good...
The nurse shook her head and walked to the exit. Mishka threw his legs and tried to jump off, but he lost his balance from quickness and would have fallen if women's hands had not supported him.

- Where are you, Cossack? - the nurse looked at him in surprise.

- What is your name?

“Lena,” she slightly pulled up a short robe.

“I need to go to the toilet,” said Misha again, blushing.

- Let me give the ship?

- No, I need my feet, help me to walk!

The bear spat on everything, these nurses look at naked men every day, and now the main thing for him is not to be given before her eyes, and finally to stand up. Supported by Lena, he reached the wall, there, with his hands on the wall, moved towards the cherished door.

He managed to go there, but he got tired as if he had been working for some time without breaks and weekends. The bear was standing over the toilet, holding his hands on the walls, his legs were shaking, and there was no strength even to open the lid to either sit down or try to get there without hands. Lena silently approached from behind, opened the seat and took his penis in her hands, sending her to the toilet. Immediately struck a powerful jet, and relief began to flow into his body. Lena patiently held him, sometimes squeezing a little, then shook off the last drops and wiped the toilet cleanly as a woman. Red like a crab, Misha muttered thanks and set off along the walls back to the bed.

- Tomorrow it will be easier for you, I will help you to wash yourself, - as if nothing had happened, Lena gathered her tools and headed for the door. With the second trip there, Mishka has already managed himself, with every hour he got stronger, coming to himself, and felt a constant hunger. Lunch brought another nurse, older Bears, talkative and laughable. Seeing how he eats, she took everything, and then brought more supplements.

- That's good, man! Went to the amendment!

In his spare time, Misha folded all the memories and events as a mosaic, trying to remember everything, put it in his head on the shelves. Excitement was rising inside, what about Dasha? Why is she not looking for him? Why not reported that he disappeared directly from the train. All sorts of bad thoughts came to mind, but he chased them away, annoyed at his weakness.
In the morning Lena brought breakfast, but she did not leave, but sat and watched him eat, smiling slightly and confusing him. She really liked him. A nice guy with a good figure, though emaciated during the hunger strike. Misha finished his tea and looked at her questioningly.

- Oh, yes, - Lena fell into the corridor and returned a few minutes later with a package.

- I've washed here, stroked what I could, filed ...

- What do I owe you? - without thinking, asked Bear.

- Marry ... Her eyes flashed angrily

“Sorry,” he took her hand repently and kissed her.

“Okay,” she grumbled, “and now first wash and then dress.”

She entered the dressing room and turned on the water, picking it up in the bath. She came out again and returned with a bottle, poured a little into the water and foamed her.

- There is no soul, or rather there is no place to attach it. Therefore, you wash and water yourself, - she showed how to turn on and off the water and shower, and then took the dirty dishes after breakfast and left the room.

Misha first sat in the bath, then lay down completely, immersing his body in warm, fragrant water, and lay there, not thinking about anything. Apparently, he still dozed off a bit, because he did not hear Lena come in, but felt that someone was touching him. He opened his eyes and saw that she was rubbing it with a soft sponge ... or washes ... his shoulders, arms, lowering, lower and lower. From the touch of female hands, his trunk began to come to life, but under the foam was not visible, and Bear silently sat, catching the buzz of water, foam, touches of female hands. Lena lightly sponge-rubbed her chest and stomach and took hold of her legs. A pleasant wave has risen from the heels to the groin, whipping up his trunk already quite seriously. And she seemed to play with him, holding up and down the legs, on the inner side of the thigh, as if inadvertently touching the scrotum and pulling up testicles. The bear lay, gritting his teeth, keeping a close eye on her and watching her emotions. A whole range of feelings was visible on her pretty face: one emotion was replaced by another. The sly foolish little face at first, became a little relaxed, then focused, puzzled, as if she did not understand what she was doing wrong, why there was no result. Lena could not stand it, and already frankly with her hand climbed to check what her teasing led to. Having bumped her fingers against a big, firmly standing trunk and froze in surprise, she was thickly flushed with paint. “Well, go on!” Grinned Misha. She shook her head, as if plucking up courage and deciding, and throwing the sponge aside, began to caress and stroke her fingers in the water with his already full weapon. Apparently it started her, she was languishing with desire, but she did not decide on anything. Realizing this, Misha raised one eyebrow and, looking straight into her eyes, ordered: "Undress!" She seemed to be waiting for this, hastily unbuttoned her robe and threw it off, remaining only in black thongs. “Come closer and get cancer!” He again commanded and sat down in the bath. She walked to the headboard, leaning with one hand on the edge of the bath, bent slightly, her two small breasts seemed to hang over his face, she again put her other hand on his trunk.

Stroking it up and down, fingers slid along the trunk, as if feeling it, then, squeezing, then releasing, as if listening to the beating of a wreath on it. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.ru) Then the fingers went up to the head, gently felt it, caressed it and, going down a little lower, swept into the ring and began to rhythmically move, then closing the head completely with the peel, baring it to the very bottom. Slightly moaning and moving his hips to the beat, Misha, in turn, with his lips, caught her already standing and poured nipple, and over the already wet tissue, he caressed his lips with his fingers, then between them, then moved the striped one and into the slippery excited cave immediately penetrated with two fingers, wounding completely ... he stopped for a few seconds and began to move vigorously, falling in time with her fingers on the trunk. Lena spread her legs and moaned loudly, sometimes shaking her head, and then began to squat, sitting down on his fingers. In her passion, she did not see or hear anything, hurrying to satisfy her desire and continuing to quickly jerk off the coveted trunk. Misha looked at her excited face, heard passionate moans, felt her desire and lust, felt his fingers as she squeezed them with the muscles of her oozing pussy, and moved her hips faster, unable to cope with her excitement and desire. Suddenly she froze for a moment, loudly and protractedly moaned and strongly planted on his fingers several times, holding tightly with muscles, the hand on the pence squeezed him tightly and quickly slid up and down. According to the rhythmic contractions of the pussy, Misha realized that she had finished, and immediately an orgasm fell on him, reducing his legs with a cramp, bending the body. Lena felt a trunk shrinking under her fingers, and the sperm hit her in the water.

For a few more minutes they came to their senses, leveling their breath. Then Misha rose on trembling legs, smiled and gave her a shower in her hands with the words: “Well, now hold on while I wash.” The girl silently turned on the warm water and held the shower while he washed his body. Misha washed without haste, carefully , starting and teasing her again. But Lena steadfastly endured everything, smiling slightly at the corners of her lips, then ... Read more →