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in the neighborhood, like a pathetic parody of what Elena Pavlovna did ... As with everything that all women have done over the centuries, to stir up the brains of men.

I shrugged
“There are two of us here now ... You know, Len (it was easier for me to contact the Queen this way), of the two of us personally, I do not claim such a high position.
And again the wave of her eyelashes told me that I was not mistaken in choosing the answer ..
I reached for a bottle of champagne to supplement the glasses ...
- Wait, we still need champagne. Then...
I froze. I realized that the ticket is not two, but three questions. And those that responded in principle, is nonsense. This is all theory. Ahead the question is much more important and more difficult - practice ... But it has not yet been asked.
Lenka carefully put out a cigarette and stretched again.

- How does your back ache ... All day on your feet ... Sash, can you stretch her a little?
- Whom? - I almost fell for the answer to the third question ... - Of course, Len, - I quickly recovered. - You lie down ... Only, you know, from me a massage therapist, as I am in oranges ...
Lenka chuckled, appreciating my clumsy humor, and, throwing off the flip flops, lay down on the bed in that very niche.
Practice. Third question. I was simply obliged to answer it. Although timidity bound me all. From start to finish ... And especially led to the shock, the fact that shyness gripped and what I already meant. In the previous phrase. The last word ... Well, do you understand? Now I can easily explain what happened to me: I got nervous in exceptional circumstances. In principle, it is quite easy to repay all this negative. Just need to know how. But then I didn’t have enough experience. Therefore, he continued to be nervous:
- What is wrong with me? So much to dream, and when the dreams are here - stretch out your hand, is such nonsense?

- How long will I lie so? - impatiently asked Lena. And clarified - one?
There was nowhere to go. Let then two editions mock me, let Bob not give me a hand later ... If, of course, Elena Pavlovna has a long language.
I got up from the chair and, trying not to touch her legs with my legs, put my hands on my shoulders, dropping on the bed just to the side of Lena ... No, I did not stretch my shoulders, but the robe that hid them. Without knowing how, he began to squeeze with his fingers, crush them ...
- Well, - Lena sighed loudly. - Only in this way, probably, it will be better. To me, - and she lowered a dressing gown to the middle of a back.
Under my hands, her uncovered back. Nude To which I can touch my hands. Touch your fingers. Could I dream about it a few days ago?
I stroked, kneaded, kneaded Lena on the shoulders, going down the back and arms. He closed his eyes to translate all his feelings into only one thing - touch. If there was an opportunity, I stuffed cotton wool in my ears so that I could not hear anything, so that there was only one feeling left - to touch this wonderful body.

Especially when the hands were from the middle of the back, involuntarily, of course, went down along the delightful circles, wrapped in silk, pressed into sheets. And my fingers were eager to reach the elasticity that crowned her hills ..
Lenka did not protest a word. Moreover, she began to breathe louder, clearer ... But still, not immediately, however, she clapped her hands on my hands, then lifted them again to her back.
How long did that game go on? Minutes ten or eternity? I honestly do not remember ... One thing I can say - until the second period.

Second period.
Lena's right hand lifted slightly, touched the bra clasps and unzipped it.
“He's stopping us ...” she gasped, slightly moving, completely lay down from the floor on her stomach. On the pillow lay right cheek.
“Without being able to, you are doing a good massage,” I heard her voice. - Without a bussalter it will be better: I will feel better ... And you me.
The fabric connecting the intimate part of her closet dispersed. I just helped her, brushing the two halves to the side.And they quietly slid over the body of Lena, exposing two circles that literally pressed into the bed ... And did not do anything when I touched them from the side.

\ Silently and then, when I emboldened, squeezed them with my hands. So far, only from the side. But at the same time, her breathing became even more frequent. And the sound in this breath was added.

I realized that I was given a blank check. I no longer doubted. I moved myself so that I was sitting on it, just below the priests. Of course, did not crush their weight. His weight, took on his knees, which I placed along her hips.
My hands continued to walk on Elena Pavlovna’s naked back. But also ... Here I could no longer control myself. More precisely, not myself - what was happening in my pants. There was a head there too. Lower Which took
part of the initiative itself. And, ignoring my "no", occasionally pulled my bottom somewhere there, under Elena Pavlovna's bottom hiding with a bathrobe.
“That's it,” she said. - You put my back in order. Stop massaging it.
I froze. Is that all?

- You think my back was just tense? Do the same here now, and with my hands put it on my chest.
I felt with my hand not only the velvet of her body; under my right arm below the nipple of her left breast, I felt thuds — it beat her heart. And I did what I just had to do. I clung to her lips. And during this long kiss, he slid his hand under the gum of her panties.
Lenka, not looking up from me, removed my hand. And she lunged for her part. She pulled off the zipper on my pants and released, finally, what had long been torn from me outside. Then she wrapped her arm tightly and sharply pulled the skin down. I groaned. Yes, I wanted this. But she did it as very unexpected and painful. I looked up from her lips.
Her eyes were smiling.

- Do not be offended, Sash, - she said, - I just wanted to know how much you are a man.
I was leaning over to her again.
- Oh well. Do not rush. There will be more ... Only, you know, Sash, you, too, in the shower would do well to go. And then, after your adventurous adventures, to be honest, she expressively sucked in the air with her nose.
I felt like I was filled with paint of shame.
- Sorry, Len, - I did not slow down. - I somehow did not think. - Got up and went to the exit
- Where? - she laughed, - do you think water flows differently in your room?

- No ... But it somehow, somehow ... - I tried to find the words and did not find them.
- What is it like? - Lenka was surprised. “How can you explain such a thing to me?” Guests in the room, if from the street, only until 11 o'clock ... So?

- So..

- Now you have me. And time about 2 o'clock in the morning. And no one tells us anything. What does it mean?
- What? - I asked stupidly.
“That means,” she hugged and attracted. - This means that we can all ... Do you understand? Absolutely everything ... Go to the shower ... I hope my robe will not embarrass you. He is female. There is simply no other. You understand ...
Well, what can I say, I have not opened the door to the shower, but everything was already standing in me. And first of all, the question: why and for what? I understood perfectly well what would follow next. Did not understand the one and the most important thing that Elena Prekrasnaya found in this zamuhryshke, that is, in me? So many people sought her favor. And far away, not the last people. Himself was a witness.
I put the water on as cold as I could endure, greedily catching with my mouth the drops falling from above. And I did not find the answer to my questions.

- You did not drown there? - I heard from behind the door.
“After a minute I’m at your feet, Elena Pavlovna,” I replied, and carefully, with soapy washcloth, washed everything that was on my bottom. Then he turned off the shower.
Y-yes, dressing gown ... Well, and how to wear it? I mean, in what combination, if it is just below my belly? Leaving the cowards on - their family blue will look out a few centimeters below this silvery miracle ... Or maybe they don’t wear them at all? I looked at my reared bitch doubtfully. Somehow wrong, like this, right away. On the other hand, that his pants will stop, or what? And, without bothering more, Apollo went out, which was in the Museum of Art. If you take ... Read more →

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