Part 1: Awareness.

When I woke up, it was too late. I was lying on the bed in my room. Well, I had a dream! What I loved, and loved me, here in this very room, on this very bed, is the fairest of WOMEN. Just in case I looked at the right, it was empty. All good things end, and dreams too. We had to get up. It became a little uneasy. Judging by the sounds, Mom fumbled in the kitchen. I wake up. Why the whole body ached. The first surprise was that I was naked. I do not sleep naked! Melting lay on a chair. Next to them was a bra! So ordinary, really strapless. A bra from my sleep. Or not sleep? I looked around the room. Yes, it seems not from a dream. Nearby, on the table lay stockings. Solid color with large patterns. As I was, I rushed into the kitchen, and stood in the doorway. At the stove, in her dressing-gown she stood! Christina WOMAN, with a capital letter. Hearing my footsteps, or perhaps, feeling my gaze, she froze. We were silent. Hoarsely, as if her throat was tight, she said she finally woke up. Go wash, we will eat soon. In her voice, I realized she was mine. Now, tomorrow, forever. And it does not matter whether we are together, or life, as she likes to do it, will separate us. She is mine, MY WOMAN! And now I must seize the moment, and do for not everything. Still silently, I approached her, hugged her, and by the way she started, I realized that she knew that too.

Even before I realized that we are two halves of one whole. We have always been, and always will be! I gently kissed her behind the ear, and began to caress his tongue. My masculine nature, was already ready, and rested on her beautiful ass. She went limp like wax in my hands. I turned it around and dug into my lips, she responded to my lips. And again everything disappeared. Sounds disappeared, as if they were turned off, the memory was gone, only a thirsty hunger of desire remained. The desire to possess it, to take it all, without reserve, to give yourself everything, to her and only to her! When we sated each other with kisses, I realized everything was back. I took her in my arms, as if on wings, carried her into the room, and laid her on the bed. My hands frantically unzipped the robe's zipper, and her hands had already taken possession of my dick! At last he opened and I saw again, this is a beautiful body! My hands, by themselves, had already slid over it. They recalled the smoothness of the skin, the warmth and roundness of the breasts, the softness and firmness of her lovely nipples. The velvet of a flat tummy and of course such accessible inaccessibility of her pussy. Here is the bump of the clitoris. The touch of a finger, and as if from the impact of a current, a shiver swept over the whole body. Moving further down, and now my fingers, fall into the holy, saints. It's already wet, and everyone is hungry for me.

And here below is the asterisk of the anus, which brought me so much pleasure yesterday. Life is movement, with warm and smooth thighs under arms, round knees, neat, not big feet, and fingers with a pedicure. Picking up the foot, I begin to kiss these fingers, lifting the foot, round knees. My lips ran over the steep thighs, and pressed to the source of pleasure! And may the rest of the body forgive me: velvet and such skillful hands, defiantly large and so desirable breasts, which one would like to rumple and kiss, dull and smooth tummy, with such erotic pubis. Laski will get to everyone, but not now. Now the main thing is this. My tongue, brisk snake, passes through the clitoris. And as a small bell, it opens up the path to pleasure for me and her. And just now, the rumor has started, bringing to me the moans of Christina. She gave herself to my caresses, not forgetting the truth and the main character of the play being played! He turns the same gets his portion. Christine's gentle fingers clasping the trunk are doing their job. The brilliant head of the penis, then appears and disappears in her hand.And I inhale sharply spicy aroma, I caress all crotch before me. My tongue, like a whirlpool, has time everywhere. Immediately on the pickup are hands. All the pieces of this source are licked and caressed, everyone got what they expected. Even the sphincter ringlet got its dose. I licked it and massaged it with my finger.

(And let them forgive me, those who do not approve of such caresses. But we have not established the location of erogenous zones. They are where nature determined them. They can vary from individual to individual, be more developed, or less. But they are there. They are They need to be searched and used for caress. No woman has told me that she is not pleased with my caresses, they can, out of false modesty or even for some reason, deny it, but the body always betrays its owner! The key word here is body hygiene and the desire to deliver maximum enjoyment. and and if you look, then who cares what they're doing two, he and she, in the "bed"?)

Part 2: Inevitability.

I couldn't take it anymore, and Christine is the same. I knew and felt it. I had a sort of "memory of the future", although it concerned only the two of us, and did not extend into the distant future. I'm not a predictor. Now, I said. Yes-ah, whispered through Krista moans. And I entered. My friend again plunged into the abyss of passion and dragged me and Christa behind him. I strongly, but gently - entered into Christina. Sometimes speeding up, and sometimes just sinking into places. I felt the drawing of life, saw all the potholes and holes, knew when to accelerate, and when to brake. My strong hands caressed her body, breasts and nipples, and if necessary, the clitoris. She just wriggled, under me, from passion. I performed, by someone definite, will. I felt the orgasms rolling on her one by one. I tried to delay time and not fall under this "squall". Pulling my “mount” out of the vagina, I began to clap and rub them on the clitoris and labia. This helped push back the time of ejaculation and prolong intercourse. Then we changed position. She squatted, and I didn’t go in the back. Before my eyes were lovely white buttocks, which I stroked, one might even say crumpled. Slightly leaning back, I could see my dick slip into the vagina and out of it. Behind him, the labia lips were also pulled out, forming an additional ring of adhesion of our organs. When I left Christina completely, she was groaning, and God forgive me, curses came back my ass so that I could feel my cock again in the vagina. Entering to the end, I felt that I was almost resting in the uterus, and my eggs with loud slaps beat on her vulva.

My fingers, following a member dived into the opening of the sphincter. And through the thin wall, with them I felt the tireless movements of the member inside Krista. Come on in the ass, she suddenly shouted. And I gave. Of course, I inserted it carefully, but just like yesterday, he calmly entered and did his job here. Several times I came out of it completely, and already with powerful interpretations, I came back on the move. Christine is not just moaning, but you can say howl. I tried to alternate the seats of my dick: anus, vagina and vice versa. Everything was acceptable in this case. With one hand, I crushed and stroked my clit, and the convulsions of orgasms continued to roll on her. I felt that I rolled up. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) Holding back the moans hoarse, I finish. And I heard, yes-a-aaaaaaaaaaa, a con - tea-aaa in me-I-I. I strenuously continued frictions in the vagina and finished. I felt like a jet of sperm, just still flies out of me, filling the vagina. Part of it, even squeezed out, with powerful jolts of the penis. A few more movements and I went limp. Feeling heavy on Christine, and breathing like a pounded horse, I try to recover. I was given dry. Gathering his strength, he left Krista and fell down on the bed. She lay down next. I am ready, I whispered, and honestly chopped off, fell asleep.

Part 3: Reasoning.

We had another week. We spent it sensibly. Saying sick, I did not even go to college. But everything has a beginning and an end.He got to us. First the mother returned, then it was time to leave Christine. We spent the last day in a hotel, so that no one bothers us. And so she left. I wanted her, but the time was not right. Session began.

Then ... Very capacious word. Then came the realization, everything. More we will not be together. And no matter what I do and what she is! It was decided not by us and for us. Like our meeting before that. We didn’t see each other again, lost like that all at once and forever. But in me for the whole life the quivering relation to Christina, and to women as a whole, remained. You can not deceive, if you take, then you have to give, and always more than you took. In general, women are holy!

And if you are destined to be destined, then you will know about it, then when it begins. You realize that you need from you, and you. And what you can not change. Fate is fate. Do not fool her!