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as ready as a warrior at a parade on the front at attention. It looked a little imposing and at the same time indecent. I had to use the advice of a friend and cover my own in front of a purse with a bubble.
Finally, we reached her penates. I prayed that no one would be in her house. They probably heard me in heaven. However, Lida had her own separate room, we could hide in it without any problems. What we did, leaving shoes in the hallway. Suddenly the phone rang.
- Come into the room, - showing where, said Lida, - and I will talk.
Soon she returned and announced that she had called Vera. She called her to us, but she refused.
- What did she call? - asked the failed group manager in my face.
- I asked how yes Th. I told her ...
- Do you have cards? - asked naivnyak. We can continue the game here.
Rather than pounce on a girl like a snow leopard on a quivering doe and tear off her clothes from her teeth, I decided to roll over the game. I really wanted to strip her naked, and then as someone lucky. Either I would have licked from her, or she sucked from me. It is worth recalling that at that blessed time, young people considered for themselves a slime or suction to be something shameful and vicious. About adults and did not have to talk. But my passion was quite relaxed in this respect and did not consider this action shameful. I am a child who was affected by the Western spirit just wanted to try, being sure that no one would know about my fall. Lidochka was sure of me too, knowing that even though I was talkative without measure, but when it came to what was happening between the two, I wouldn’t even say if I was tickled to death. This is probably why she gave up on my question about maps and said:
- We can do without strip games. Take off your clothes ...
So that I do not hesitate, she gave me an example. At the same second she took off her dress. I once again admired her lovely panties and a pretty bust that hid the appetizing breasts, which soon I would have the opportunity to see, and not in the pictures of porn magazines that I, of course, had, but with my own eyes, in kind, in their primordial nature. I was again excited, but I no longer feel shy, I quickly unraveled myself, as if I was playing a children's game of “racing.”
We stood against each other in what our mother gave birth to us. I gently touched my woman's nipple with my little finger and found nothing better than to say:
- Pi-and-and-and-nn!
- Oh, Yurchik! - My Goddess burst out laughing, - what kind of child are you all the same. I mean, big baby.
- This is bad?
- Not at all, - my passion smiled, - I like it. Be your mom.
Then she sat her son on a low couch. She took out an opened bottle of wine, which I grabbed with me, poured a full bowl. Taking a sip, but not swallowing, I guessed it later, she sat down beside me and, raising her beautiful head, so that the liquid would not spill out, putting her gentle hands on my knees, strung my open mouth on my brave soldier who was standing at attention awaiting reward.
Her luxurious breasts caressed my feet, while she tenderly played in her mouth with my candy. My dick stiffened even more, pushing it into the palate. Quickly swallowing the wine, she released her mouth and with the words: “I have so long wanted to try it,” gently put my fighter's head in a jar of wine, soaking it thoroughly, began to lick and suck. I closed my eyes from pleasure. Hold your body in a straight position no longer had the strength. Waving his hands back, they leaned on the ottoman. My body was twitching in time with her mouth.I really wanted to plant her deeper, but I was afraid to injure her throat. After all, this was our first time. Suddenly Lidochka would not like it?
Sucking plenty, she offered to swap roles. I immediately stopped her attempts to explain to me as it should, and what she liked more, pressing her finger to her pretty lips: “Shut up, okay?”. She took a pose similar to mine. And I tried the language to write on her sweet letter: "Lida, I love you." Each letter I wrote calligraphically, sometimes drowning my tongue, as if falling into her vagina. At the same time, without taking your eyes off her face. It was important for me to understand by his expression: Does she like what I do or not? She liked it. A blessed smile wandered across her face. Soon, she slightly opened her pretty mouth, and a mask appeared on her face, similar to pain or crying. I knew that it was not. Grimaces of pain and pleasure were similar, the same with crying and laughing. A little sucking her clitoris, it became clear to me that she was already ready for more significant love affairs.
We stood against each other and hugged. Oh! What a bliss to feel in your arms the body of a woman who you desire all the cells of your skin from toes to face! Having stood so little, Lidochka asked to hold her in the ass. I put my vagina on my dick, wrapping my torso with my legs. Before standing, I did not have to make love. It was new, extraordinarily, beautiful. In addition, she did not hang on me like a sack with a bag, but moved with all the fervor and passion she was capable of. I quickly adjusted to her rhythm, but at the climax, my legs began to refuse, and my hands unclasped. The orgasm was so strong that I stopped controlling my body. Realizing this, Lida fell on the couch. I was on top, but managed to free my hands, otherwise she would have had a hard time falling backwards with a load. I managed to lean hands. However, finishing, he sprawled on her, howling like a dog on the moon, from pleasure. She was not against it and did not let me go for a long time from her captivity.
“I am so pleased to feel him in myself until he falls at all,” she confessed.
Then we ate and washed ourselves, called Veruska again, inviting her to group sex, but she refused, citing the fact that she didn’t subscribe to sex, but to the strip game. And if sex had happened, she would not mind, but only one-on-one without outsiders.
In short group sex I fell through. But I did not regret a bit. Lidochka was an excellent mistress. We seem to have met a couple of times, and then I went to the army ...
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+10!!! :)))
Only here the heading "Humor" where in the story? :)
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You can "Humor", and you can heading "What about popizdet?"
Yur, and what you do not please the five-year plan, also interfered with fucking?
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Thanks for the comment! I wrote this to the word about the five-year plan. There was nothing more interesting in the newspapers. Now who reads them? When is the Internet?)))
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How was it nothing interesting? And how did they write about who kissed whom, to whom they picked up what order and how many milkmaid Glasha had drunk milk. And let's not forget about “masis boobs”, “fucking sausages” and “Azirbidzhan”))))
Well, and then it was, and "to coerce" and "start" and "develop progressse")))
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Serge, don't make me laugh. This kislovashki hugs Wait a lot of blue smelling. And try to persuade the non-young people in this)))
More about socialist competition and remember about the disassembly at the party meeting for drunkenness late
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Why persuade? They say in the Brezhnev Politburo was one blue))) Well for drunk and now you can podzalelet, as for the novel at work, by the way. And what? The fools believed, the party nomenklatura also believed, but already in their own, especially when they arranged for the children in the Institute.
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Then everything is clear)))
And it is not necessary to persuade anyone))))
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Thank you, Mark.! Did not understand the tag: "humor"? So he is. Or the humor itself in the story? Here, rather, light irony. Soft banter over himself in his youth.))))
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I had enough of everything, including humor. Here we are dealing not with rzhach, but with a subtle teasing) Bribes your appeal to real events. This is very touching! The irony over himself was a success on ten points!
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Thank you, my Queen! Of course light irony. If the story is not put on the porn, then its 100,500 is considered ridiculous because of the juicy details. Here everything is already so boring, that it seems commonplace)))
I love you and your stories. Your fan!
Catch a kiss through the virtual space))
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Yurok, I would like to see this spectacular act of your howling to the moon))) I would get down or laugh like a horse)))
I also played strip games in my youth, with only two boys, apparently the habit of sex mzhm strengthened since then. but after all, bad luck ... I was left dressed, they were naked ... apparently fortune decided to postebatsya in this way over the heroic lovers. ten
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My sweet Snowball probably wouldn’t have cried, but was bellowing like a mountaintop horse. It's not scary, but fun.)))))
and the fact that you won, they drained the blood from the brain and rushed to the members. Members were eager, but the brain could not work at full strength)))
Thank you, gorgeous. Smack in clever your brain. My adore, your candy wrapper.
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At the end of the message, I almost fell under the table. I remembered the neighbor doggie Fantik, a breed of cockpit that is the size of a rat and lame in one foot. Land him a sugar bone.
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Serge "Fantik" is a derivative of "fan." A play on words. I mean Snezhana chocolate, and I like her candy wrapper))))
But I understood your humor))))
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Pretty so everything is naive)). There is nostalgia for the “branches” and “dao” - this is how I get an ancient pepper-pot)).
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Red Shoe, Thank you !. Yes, I was such a naivehe in the distant past)))
Of course you're still young pepper)))
And in my time, the “Tao of Love” in a foreign language was worth rabid attendants. And Marise de Sade went to handwritten rewritten manuscripts))))
Playing cards with bare rosters were black and white photos, and flipping pens with lighters were wonders))
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The rubric of Soviet bearded jokes continues to sweep this beard with this beard.
Insanity was strong trees bent.
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Insanity was strong,
The trees bent
Ghouls pulled up.
Their sweet hour has come!
Is the surgeon visiting?
Good story! I know for sure.
Here he is handsome, I know that
That without him I do not dream,
Write tales sometimes))))
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Wonderful Jura!
But I didn’t understand with the appraisal ... So I was in a hurry to praise you, that I probably put a 9-ku ... I wanted 10 ...
Rarely come across such stories that you believe 100%. For some reason I became Stanislavsky lately. I began to realize that realism in our lives is much more colorful and richer than any fantasy and “artificiality”. Do not lie - it is now very difficult. And to understand the simple and natural relationship between M and F is not just the right way for everyone.
You deserve 10 ... But I'm like old Akella))) ...
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vilitaj, thanks for such a comment! I am pleased to! As already wrote in the advertising on the forum - autobiographical story. Of course, I have embellished a bit, combed it for the harmony of the narrative. But it was so. Writing the truth is always easy, but lying about what was not always fails.)))
And the estimates are not important to me. They are faceless. In addition, detractors put units, significantly reducing the rating. Therefore, I do not look at them and do not believe them. I believe kamentam. And if there are few of them or they are negative, then the story is bad ... for this site)))
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