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- Water, Water, that you sit under water? - chanting loudly chorus girls, leading to the shore dance, standing around in the center with a bandage on the eyes of the little girl. “Come out for a minute and catch Anyutochka! ...” on the last word, they were like beads of a torn necklace scattered around the girlfriend, ringing tiny fishing bells. Stretching her arms in front of her, the driver tried, relying only on hearing, to catch a gaggle girlfriend.

His big mouth twisted a grin: once he took it and went out ... and caught it. Whether it was precisely Anyutochka, he never found out - the girl with fear Kondraty had enough, so he reposed in his arms. What then began! ... The men dragged the whole river with nets, the local priest almost kept a snag at each other, that not a day - in the boat he floated out into the middle and above the water with prayers as a censer chadil. Barely left then from the crimson ...

N-yes, and what is there to say - these are not the girls now, they just let themselves go. That used to happen, you take a shirt from a bather and that’s yours, you want to do it, because shame didn't let you go back to your father’s house. And now? Cowards and so barely cover the shame. You tear off your swimming trunks, and she rushes out of the water, barely covered herself with her palm, and laughs at the whole beach "look funny - I lost my underwear!". And everyone is happy - they take pictures on iPhones, they spread it on Instagram, Hochma of the day, fuck!

He grinned: the values ​​have changed, but gold is still in value. It is necessary to snitch a ring from your hand and you can already bargain with the vending beauty. And it does not matter, married, or not, and in exchange for a trinket rarely anyone refuses to caress Waterman. Yes, and they break, as a rule, more for pro forma:

- Give back the ring, well, please! - Usually the hapless rotoseyka roam.

“You will entertain me, I will,” he smiles, frankly looking at another victim.

- What are you?! - the young lady frightened goggles. - I can not, I'm married!

“What a pity,” Vodnyaya sighs mockingly, defiantly twirling a gold bezel between her fingers. - So, you have to hubby to confess that you - as it is, opened it, and drew it with a diamond placer, in a river. Lies will not be far from the truth.

“I can't do that,” she almost cries, “if I say that, he will never buy anything in my life.” Well, give it up! ..

- Do not dissolve the dampness, water and so wet! - after such a shout, the victim rarely runs in tears to repent of the loss of the jewelry, and more often it remains, dutifully appeasing the whims of the owner of the river.

Why don't they actually stay? He is not so terrible, quite the contrary. Village tales about a bald, flabby old man with a green beard and frog legs had nothing to do with him. While still a man, he was handsome and handsome. The young handsome women were not given a passage, he only had to choose whom to make happy with hot caresses. This continued until one of the summer moon nights, an old bridge broke under his horse. This bridge had notoriety: too often people fell from it - who slipped, whose feet fell between the boards. Horses through him are usually translated. That night he — happy and drunk — neglected caution and, without holding back his horse, rushed at a gallop along the damned bridge ... The horse climbed out of the pool, he was never found - the mermaids dragged the young handsome man away for fun - so he became water.

Time flew, centuries succeeded each other, his human name has long been worn out in memory. And no wonder: the name lives, as long as there is one who calls you to them. Habitat in the watery world is also reflected in appearance: the once-tanned skin turned pale with an olive sheen; green from the algae light brown silk thick hair, turning into a rigid mane. Now, from under the swollen eyelids framed in emerald eyelashes, he looked at this world with the tenacious gaze of a river predator.Only the body, with the exception of membranes that appeared between the fingers, remained unchanged - beautiful and strong. All the same to become, the relief of elastic muscles and unbridled power. Having taken away the name from memory, the time left his youth untouched. If you think about it, the exchange is not that bad, considering that basically all of his entertainment is somehow connected with the hunt for girls.

From the trees to the beach came a chesty female voice calling for supper, and the girlfriends, interrupting the game, disappeared into the camp site with a laughing crowd. The sun sets, it becomes cool. Having plunged into the water heated during the day, Water Mill, meanwhile, was in no hurry to leave his post in the thickets of reeds. To whom, no matter how he knows that it is with the advent of twilight, the most interesting begins.

When escaping from everyday urban experiences and evening river coolness, guests of the camp site rarely restrict themselves to alcohol. Very soon, the hops, spilled over the veins, will muffle their common sense and slowly begin to push on the search for adventure. Then, having broken up into couples, men and women will disperse across the territory in search of solitude. And no matter how much the watchman, Ivanovich, admonished the danger of nightly heats, no one listened to him, arrogantly dismissing the old man who was always annoying under a fly.

Less than an hour, as he was rewarded for waiting: holding hands, the guy and the girl went to the beach. He is in a shirt and shorts wide open on his chest, she, in spite of the evening coolness, in a bathing suit and a bright pareo tied at the round hips. Looking around and making sure that no one followed them, the guy pulled his girlfriend along the coast to the pontoon fixed under the old sprawling willow, which the kayakers used as a pier. The shore was much cooler there, and a thick crown hanging over the water hid lovers from prying eyes. From human eyes, - grinning, he mentally corrected himself, because from the side of the river they could be seen simply superb. For Waterman, all their actions were unfolding, as if on stage, - a pair of young and passionate lovers for a single viewer, why not grace?

Barely sitting on the edge of the pontoon and dangling his legs into the water, the guy eagerly pulled the girl to his neck, greedily dug a kiss into the malleable mouth. She clung to him, hospitably accepting his language, and she herself enjoyed playing with the tongue in her partner's mouth. For a while, the couple selflessly kissed. Paying tribute to the prelude, the guy soon turned to more decisive actions: at first he simply put his hand into the cup of her bra, squeezed the elastic girl's breasts a little, played with his fingers with the hardened nipple, and then, without encountering resistance, completely golded her girlfriend’s bust.

A good girl - just ripe fruit is poured. The breasts stood up appetizingly, invitingly teasing with swollen tips, and the guy did not deny himself the pleasure of cuddling and trying an elastic body on his tongue. She leaned back slightly and arched towards his caresses, frankly blissful of the fact that she crumpled and licked boobs. Tilting her head, the girl spread her legs wide, making it clear that she did not mind going further. Continuing to kiss and suck her girlfriend's naked breasts, the guy reached out to her crotch and began to stroke and massage the girl's bud hidden in the underwear of her swimsuit.

Waterman was perfectly visible, as she gently shakes her hips, more and more burning under the lover's fingers. A little more and he resolutely shifts the panties in the direction, exposing the darkened from the desire sink. Juicy, hot girlish slit hospitably opened the poured petals, teasing a drop of moisture at the very entrance. The guy began to rub his girlfriend's clitoris with his fingers, continually striving to dive into the heated vagina as if by the way, and tickle the girl's pussy from the inside. Above the water, muffled moans rustled.

At some point, the girl pulled a friend from her chest, reached out to his shorts, clapped her palm over the gum and released his petrified penis. They began to kiss again, simultaneously caressing each other with their hands.Then she laid her lover on the pontoon, just in case she glanced along the shore - is there anyone nearby? Making sure they are safe ...

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