We all know and remember when something happens for the first time. For example, when was the first love.

But I know my last one ..

How did I determine? - you ask. - Very simple. With her, I wanted to have a baby. Now I don’t want anyone After Her, I only have fun with my grandchildren. Now I sleep only with my wife and I don’t dream of anyone else. And most importantly - I decided so. She is the LAST.!

Today is 05/25/15. I dreamed of my brother Valerka and Sergey Krushelnitsky, my brother-in-law with my brother. Sergey, talented in many areas and thoroughly dug in Moscow after the institute. For some reason they made me write a story about my last love. But it was only a dream. I still do not know whether to fulfill their request. But I will try ..

It began with the fact that three years ago, in May, I was once again deftly deceived with the “Chernobyl” pension. By law, I must go to 50 years, but I stubbornly did not want to bear a bribe. Therefore, even at 52, the clerks of the Pension Fund sent me to "walk" for another 3 years to 55. In sum, it was already stolen 60 months and, multiplying even the minimum one hundred dollars, the Fund saved me $ 6,000.

“Nothing,” I was not discouraged. In spite of all, I will live “additional” years of 20, if I am not nervous and come up with a fascinating and profitable occupation.

Unlike me, my wife was nervous and got me in an adult. As a rule, she began with my inability to argue with the state, and ended up with campaigns "to the left", about which she had not a single confirming fact. I was wedged up, I didn’t want to do anything, and I sat a lot in the internet. What irritated her even more. She did not believe that there could be useful information in the internet. The firm conviction that I was looking for someone, turned our life together into a scandal. In the morning and in the evening. Like a gym workout.

In the end, I only dreamed of a normal life. Having smashed once to just the coffee table acquired by her, having thrown it on the floor, I decided to leave with her eyes. Otherwise, the 20 years that I promised to endure for the Pensioner’s harm could have ended ahead of time.

The plan was utterly simple. After asking for the godfather to an empty house in the village, left after the deceased parents, I bought three hundred day-old broiler chickens, several bags of feed and left in the 20s of May to live "on nature." As 500 years ago, my ancestors, Zaporizhzhya Cossacks, did this.

No one, not even I, knew that I was leaving home forever. He promised to come to visit. He promised not to take the Internet with him. Behave well and do not go back to the rural youth at night. "Let him get used without me, in case of a sudden, God forbid, death," I thought. “The outlet, which she controlled in the market, will feed. Children - adults, married, with their own housing and work. Do I have the right to take a vacation for 30 years and live peacefully summer? ”- I mentally tested my conscience.

The house of the godfathers was located 40 km from the city, on the bank of a huge reservoir. Having settled down and settled the chickens in the cages, I began my heavenly life. Neighbors did not bother. Silence, birds singing, well, you can imagine how calmly in a remote, dying village. Fishing rods were. A laptop with a modem took it all the same. The telephone, though difficult, received the signal.

Among the friends and relatives was bewilderment. Having learned that I had set up a resort town, having made a table, benches made of natural, and not some synthetic materials, a brazier, a place for a fire, in the pine forest, near the water, they wanted to visit me. Having completed the “throne” in the butt - a huge wooden armchair, wearing a coat of arms over it, I did not object to violations of my loneliness.

I understand that porn site readers will never understand when the description of an orgasm will begin, forcing you to breathe faster, beat hearts and strain certain muscles, but I think even then I felt feelings close to orgasm.And if you really imagine my joy to wake up in the morning when you want, and do what you want, then you will realize that you wanted to wake up as early as possible, and a lot has been done. I gave myself a free life, although the city had a team for installing metal-plastic windows, from which a good penny would sometimes drop. But there everything was set up, as in a moonshine.

Friends, godfathers and his wife began to come to visit. Occasionally I traveled by car home to the city. Sex with my wife, of course, was. Insatiable, like a front-line soldier, but as always I lacked it. It was not worth relaxing in the village - each step was under the invisible observation of the neighbors, who could scratch the tongue - just give a reason. The first little adventure was completely innocent and unexpected even for me. It was like a prelude about what happened next.

This з tourist center ’, already ennobled, once for three days came the son-in-law of a close friend - an Azerbaijani by birth, with his 16-year-old daughter from her first Slav wife. "Mix" in the face of their children turned out great. They gave her the name of Azerbaijan, and now I don’t remember him. But it's not the name that matters, when you see a juicy, black-browed one in front of you, with the look of Monica Bellucci and the figure of Ornella Muti, a developed girl, not for years. With an increase of 175, full-breasted, with a booty, which could be insured, the mountain filly - as I affectionately called her - moved with indescribable grace. Looking away from her was not easy, or rather, impossible ... She knew this, saw and understood something in her own way, no matter how hard I tried to hide it. Therefore, or perhaps because of the limited space, the girl was spinning constantly before her eyes.

Everything excited her — voice, gaze, smile, gait. This is not taught - so born. I could not imagine how many guys and men she managed to turn her head. And if it were not for my status and age, I would gladly pinch her, climbed into her pants and did a lot of stupid things.

They slept with their father in a large room (it is clear that they are not together), I am on the veranda. As a rule, at a party I hid a sheet, put a laptop on my stomach, turned on the music and scoured the Internet. Usually he fell asleep until one of the guests asked me to turn off the music.

On the second day of my stay in the evening, I again lay down with my laptop and soon fell asleep. Apparently, I did not hear the requests of Valik (the girl's father) and only felt someone's light touch on the laptop. By smell or by unknown fluids, I felt that it was She. “What a bliss” - I thought. The girl quietly lifted the laptop and froze, apparently considering my abundant vegetation on my chest and stomach. In my youth, my hairiness even confused me, but then I got used to it. Apparently, she, a descendant of mountain peoples, as a rule, also overgrown from head to toe, liked it.

I did not open my eyes. She quietly placed the laptop on the table at the head of the bed, but did not leave. Her proximity excited me, and that was reflected under my sheet. She stood over me, then I felt a light touch of her hand to my penis. Fingertip cushions. Barely touching. She held her breath, trying not to wake me.

My excitement began to grow, but I did not show it, knowing that I would frighten her away with unknown consequences. At the same time, penis size increased. I really wanted more, I wanted to shovel her, put an excited cock in her mouth ... at least in my hand, but ... her father's voice made her quietly retire to her room.

I could not sleep for a long time. A big difference in age, different experiences and views on life were huge obstacles for some plans. I could not afford to dream about it. Being engaged in sports and physical labor, I in my age felt (and I feel) to be thirty years old. I even know that at thirty I did not feel so great. My body wanted such a young one not only to hold it in a vice, but also to seize it. All parameters - growth, volume, body flexibility, in a word, her appearance attracted me, attracted all the time.

The fact that I was interesting to her that evening I felt physically. But what she was thinking, what she wanted - it was still hard for me to guess.Whether the male member was for her an obscurity, a big secret, a curiosity, or a thing already known, from which she received pleasure - I could only imagine. I simply did not have the right to talk about it, and I drove away the thought of talking to her not so much about sex, but on any matter. I was constantly looking for her eyes. Not once imagined her naked in seductive poses, but ... went to bathe and the water soothed.

Valentine spent all the time fishing. The bridge that I built left about thirty meters from the coast and ended with a small platform-pier. A well-fed crucian sometimes pecked so that it was necessary to cast only one bait. With the two it was already difficult to handle. His daughter, as a rule, sat on the beach with a book, then with a magazine. Sometimes something brought father. Often I would go into the shower, bathe the water, pure from the well heated by the sun ... In such cases, I wanted to be some kind of bee or butterfly that could see her beautiful naked body.

The idea to see her naked constantly drilled my brain. “Most likely she has dark hair there too, I assumed, as on her head. But probably she is already nibbing them. ”

My fantasies about what would happen if I went under her shower forced me to retire to the house, get my excited cock and watching from the window to caress him, imagining her lips or legs apart. Then I saw her coming out of the shower and then I accelerated caress. I mentally tilted her flexible body and ... I almost clearly heard her moans ...

. In the evening they were leaving. It was very unfortunate that no one today would tell me that it was time to turn off the laptop and, moreover, no one would gently take it off the chest.

Then I could not yet guess. That this is just the preface of my real last love affair.