goals, the second, barely overcame half. I was amazed, admired, proud of my woman. Swimming up to her and kissing furiously on the lips, he said:

- Suddenly! I thought you would have to catch up with me, but it turned out to be the opposite ...

- Does it bother you? Hurt? - looking into my eyes and stroking my cheek, asked my love.

- Not at all. I am proud that my woman is a beautiful swimmer!

- Romantic! Said Nussia again, and we slowly sailed towards the shore.

In the distance, there was music playing, damn wheels and carousels spinning and spinning. In a room with mirrors, we almost lost. We were not scared at all at “Castle of Horrors”, we laughed at a puppet theater on the street.

A Caucasian-looking man, holding a pretty plush toy in his hands, suggested that I make an unforgettable gift for my lady.

- How many? - Immediately asked her companion.

- Hey, no, listen, dear! Make three shots. Hit and get a prize.

It seems that Nusa greatly liked this bunny or little bear, but it was just that he did not buy it. You need to be a good shooter. Three bullets are given for zeroing and the next three need to hit complex targets. Carefully aiming, fired at an ordinary target. "The sight is a bit knocked down, half a figure left and up by 45 degrees, stated my brain." Another shot at Milk. The barrel warmed up a bit, but it did not affect the settings.

“Nyusya,” I said, “take off your scarf and tie my eyes.”

- What? - the eyes of my passion opened to the full length and width.

However, she took a cute pink scarf off her pretty neck, folded it several times and blindfolded me. Leaning the end of the air shaft to the nose, the shooter executed the command: “around”. Taking five steps back, then turned around. Of course, I saw goals. Scarf shine through. But there was no sharpness at all. The first shot was the most difficult. It was necessary to get into the ring to light the fireworks. The second was to force the airplane to fly over the wire with noise and crash. From the third was supposed to start playing music - a victorious march.

- How so? - squealed one of the spectators, - he does not see anything, but got into everything ?!

My love, hanging on my neck, shook my beautiful legs. She did not need a soft toy. She was important to another. Her man was on top. Let it be just a shooting gallery, which are on vacation and everywhere on all sorts of attractions.

- You are not only a romantic, but also a hero! - Kissing a bunny or a squirrel, or maybe a bear cub with a button nose, the laughing girl rejoiced, hugging me around the waist.

Quickly having supper in the closing dining room, which was soon to turn into an evening disco, we headed home. They showed melodrama on TV. We looked in half-eyed, listened in half. erotic stories My girl settled down on my lap and whispered:

- I am sorry that today we are not having a honey day, but I will think of something.

She moved her cute head. My hands were right there in the forest of her hair. I gently stroked and caressed them a bit disheveled. I did not see what was happening on the screen. I did not listen to what they say. Suddenly she unzipped my shorts and gently stroked what was hidden under the fabric. I liked it a lot, but I did not understand why she was doing it. After all, today we could not. Feeling warm breath at my place there, I said:

- Honey, this is not necessary. I will survive a few days. Nothing will happen to me.

It seemed to me that she did not want to do this because she wanted it too, but because she felt involuntary guilt behind us that we could not make love.

- But I also want to! Let me do it, she asked.

“Well, love, only if you like it too.”

Her lips immediately touched my cock, Nussia began to lick him, starting from the very bottom to the very top, helping herself with her sweet pen. It was so nice, new, exciting. I felt in seventh heaven.Of course, she did it for the first time, but she did great. At first, she gently sucked my head, playing with my fingers with my balls. Then, having guessed that you can help yourself with the language, I began to do it with great passion. She could not dive deep. She began to cough. But I did not need this. Soon an orgasm engulfed me, I began to pour into my sweetheart's lovely mouth. As it turned out, she liked it very much too. She gladly swallowed my male juice. When it was all over, she closed her eyes and, slightly opening her mouth, was expecting something from me. Passionately kissing her lips, wondered what it meant?

“Some men, after the blowjob, never want to kiss their woman on the lips,” Anastasia explained seriously.

- That is nonsense! - the man laughed, - I'm not some. I love you!

And he began to kiss her again and again.

What happened next, I do not remember. We loved each other, went to the beach, swam, had fun on the rides. Sometimes they danced. We walked through the forest. In general, we spent our honeymoon, as we wanted, we were happy, completely without thinking about the consequences. We forgot how old we are. But on the last day, Nusia recalled.

- Zhorik I hate to say this ... This month of our love, I will never forget in my life. It was the brightest and happiest time for me ... But we should no longer meet ... never.

- Nusya, but why, why? - I was upset - because we were so good together.

“It was, but it will not be anymore,” the woman grew serious, having returned all her hidden years to herself for the duration of our holiday, “it’s a long time to explain.” But you must understand me. You are no longer a boy ...

Back we drove already, not smiling, we still did not move away from each other. Her cute head lay on my shoulder, and I breathed in the smell of her hair. I could not believe that our love came to an end.

At home right from the doorway, mom, very angry, told me that she was thinking about me:

- My son is sleeping with his girlfriend's mother! This is just not heard!

Then Olesya arrived. She immediately called me:

- George! Do not dare ever come to me and never call! How could you?! You had sex with my mom! You are in my emergency. Not only in the phone, but also in life ...

Later I learned that Anastasia had gone to another city. No, we met her a couple of times. She did not look unhappy. Too serious. At our last meeting, she said:

- I am grateful to you! For all. For our love and the main thing that you pulled me out of the swamp. For 10 years I was a nobody, but now I feel like a woman. A real woman!

After about 5 years, I met Olesya on the street. She was no longer angry with me. She said that her mother married a man younger than her for 8 years in another city. They already have a baby. Olesya too. And she, too, has been married for a long time. She refused to give the phone number and address of the mother.

- Who knows you? You're lonely. You go to her and break her life ...

That's how my first love ended ...