I open the case and find in it ... leather gloves. Cool, stylish. Thanks you.

A strong handshake great guy Misha, and I get out of his car ...

... Already going home in my car and reflecting on recent events. I drive away the expression “pervert” in relation to Mikhail and do not allow myself to think of Lenk as a dropped b ... I am sure you have to be a cretin to think that way. What can I judge Misha's desires? Have I been married to a woman of six years? Do I know, using girls "two or three times" in the breaks between the sports sets, what is living with the same one, seeing her every day and sleeping with her every night? Examine all her moles on the neck, even the most beautiful in the world? Maybe I would have come up with this in his case. In a new way to discover the charms of the woman he loves, to admire her sexual attractiveness, to want her and to open the gates to lust. Again, after years, find a riddle in it. And Lenka - she is a wife who just wanted to save her family. Why not try for your beloved husband? And Polinkin's husband, who was jealous of her for no reason, suddenly became clear to me too. I still condemn him for bestial attitude towards his wife, for assault, but do I know how difficult it is to live with a beautiful girl and see her men staring after her as she passes down the street? Understand that everyone wants to sleep with her? Here it is quite possible to go the roof of jealousy and not hold your hand. Mentally I wish husbands classmates appreciate their wives. They are great girls, and it’s a pity that none of them turned out to be the one I’m looking for.

And I slept with Polina and Lena, because that was the situation, and not because I had the goal to instruct their husbands in their horns. Just found myself near ...

In these arguments, I seem to be awesomely clever. But even so smart I don’t want to die ...

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“... And they did not give me boxing gloves,” I finished the story to Dimka about meetings with my classmates, their intimate components were prudently omitted.

“And all because I was not looking for them,” Dimka said in response.

- What are you talking about? - I asked blankly.

- You were looking for among classmates, and it was worth expanding, so to speak, possible options.

I'm in a stupor from his hints. He finally says "head on."

- Do you remember the surname of Inna Alexandrovna?

- Do you persecute? - stunned by his version, I ask.

- Yeah, - smiling, says a friend. - Only the name of Inna was then Polyakova. Before marriage. And you had her favorite student. Because of his writings, and maybe not only. Do you remember?

It was as if I fell into a stupor.

- Here is your “P.”, - summarizes my comrade. Now he is absolutely serious.

- Can not be. She was older than me then ... how much? Nine years old?

“She is still nine years older than you,” Dima says. - I saw her last year at the alumni meeting. It looks like what else will give odds to all these girls. With her husband, they say, divorced. Yes, you do not extinguish, everything is real. She could give you those boxing gloves and confess your love.

I do not understand, Dimka says seriously or having fun, but I give him a light, friendly slam. He takes it, but stands his ground.

- And what's stopping you to check? Met and asked. For demand they do not beat, and in your case they even kiss.

And my friend laughs loudly and loudly ...

... Favorite teacher. Memories from childhood. Especially if she was young, beautiful, and you stared at her figure when she, confidently and easily shaking her hips, went into her maturing class - to students with the first symptoms of sexual concern. I remember a neckline on a long skirt that bared a long, magnificent leg.The guys you liked, Inna Aleksandrovna, were the subject of discussion by the guys and the envy of the girls, who noted the serious status of your boyfriends who drove up to you at the end of the lessons.

- Sasha ... - smiling, she takes a bouquet and warmly kisses me on the cheek when I went to her at the big break in my native school. She is glad to see me. She is confident that everything in my life is beautiful, I am strong, famous and secured. And I am glad to see her - matured, filled with ripe beauty and ripe femininity. From a young pedagogic Inna turned into a spectacular woman. We have little time to talk at recess, and I decide. An invitation to an evening in a restaurant from a grateful student. Inna also smiles gratefully. She takes it.

Quiet music in a quiet institution, and I listen to her voice, answer something, and I myself fall under the aura of her charm and feminine power. It's like I'm in her class again.

“I saved your compositions,” Inna says cheerfully. - You had a literary talent, and you traded it for boxing. Do not regret?

And I nod, not even understanding whether I agree or not. And why did she break up with her husband? How could he let such a woman go? After the restaurant, I escorted her to the house, but I was standing, I was in my place, not daring to ask me the question I would like to say goodbye. Inna read my thoughts, her eyes flashed with some kind of mischievous gleam.

- I invite you to a cup of tea to yourself. I live alone.

Feel my heart going down. The familiar lump in my throat ...

We drink tea, then a glass of wine. After the divorce, she has a difficult period, she admitted, and so she is glad to my society today. When I asked why she broke up with her husband, her eyes were sad.

- We did not have children. You know, Sasha, when there are none, any marriage is thinner than a straw.

I do not specify in whom was the reason, so personally this revelation. I look at Inna, sitting in front of me in an armchair, and as if I see that young Inna Alexandrovna, my “cool” one. She has changed little, and is just as female attractive. She suddenly carefully looks into my eyes, as if studying anew, then stands up and approaches me. A shiver rolls over the body, spilling a hot wave. I lift myself up, and in seconds Inna puts her head against my chest, as if seeking support and comfort, and I hug her in response.

“You have become so big and strong, a real man,” she said. Inna raises her eyes, shining like the splashing of waves, and I see (I don’t think) excited. I can not stand it myself and I dig a kiss on her lips. She answers with her tongue, as if waiting for him.

“The bed is there,” she prompts in a playful and hoarse voice, pointing to the next room, and my words harden from my words like a stone. I quickly grab Inna under a soft ass and lift her in my arms.

We are in her bed. I do not remember how both were left without clothes and surrendered to the power of mutual caress, unrestrained and hastily. She presses my face to her lush, bare breasts, making it possible to cover her with kisses, allows me to lick my hardened nipples and go over there, below. The way from top to bottom, which I usually went with girls, with Inna - is special. I have not had sex with women older than myself. She cries out loudly when I get to her clit, gives me a wet and familiar scent of desire. I take my tongue to her cave, in response, Inna arches, and I begin to drive them inside her. She groans, and soon stops me, pushing the head with his hand.

“Lie down on me,” she whispers. Inna does not want to finish like that, I understand, I immediately rise and jump on her, as if into an immense ocean. She absorbs me, time after time, making oncoming movements with the pelvis, while I, breathing in her ear, wander the member inside her. The palms are stroking her bulging ass, her thighs of a ripe, shaped woman, giving a hot impulse to her body. Then she is on top, and everything goes on. I no longer feel in her a teacher, but make love with a desired partner. I get tender words that approve of me, say similar ones to her. The exchange of words, movements, warm sweat ... So it goes, until Inna again dives under me, presses tightly, and from her heightened sighs I know that she is close to the finish.Inna ends, issuing a sharp exhalation, and the member fits tightly with the ring of the contracted hole. Read more →