Here you are everything to me here taldychite about the eyes, and I tell you that the main thing in a woman is an ass. No matter what - small, large, medium, like a nut, the one that asks for a sin, flat-sank ... Of course, I would like to round it up, but since I got this, I chose it myself. Necha to spoil the fate, if there are no brains. It was necessary to watch what you take. Not in the eyes, but in the ass. Because the ass is the most important tool in family life. Even more important than the chest. You do not believe, you are my distrustful? And go to the sex shop. Eye and boobs will not offer you there. And what will they offer? Right! Ass with one or two sexy holes.

I was still in high school when I came to know this truism. We had a teacher on drawing and drawing Anastasia Filippovna. So this Filippovna had such an asshole! Neither in a fairy tale to say, nor a pen to describe. Beautiful to insanity. Large, but not enough to not fit in the aisle between the desks. You could watch her for hours. This is because Stacy, as her students called her for her eyes, was a waist. And she was very thin, not like an ass. The teacher's body looked like an inverted glass. But this is what fascinated, and did not allow to take your eyes off the teacher's ass. Stasenka walked in tight skirts of light colors, which even more emphasized the absurdity of a narrow waist and wide hips.

What were her tits? But I do not remember, for the life of me I do not remember. Maybe big, and maybe small. But I remember my head. Small head with a short hairstyle. Cherchenschitsa had a habit of getting up near the last desk and looking around the class, who does what, draws drawings or draws naked women. It should be recognized that the female half of the class also painted women. First naked, but then dressed them in dresses and hats. Often, carefully drawing shoes or boots with high heels.

Your humble servant was sitting on the last desk, which gave him a reason to admire Anastasia Filippovna’s beautiful ass close. In a rather dangerous near. It was enough to lend a hand ... But, of course, I did not stretch it, but I wanted, I really wanted to, until I turned my groin in my groin. I was a modest guy, but not so much so that spreading my arms to the length of this very asshole, pulling stunning faces for the whole class, demonstrating that I am not only in ahuy, but also in opizdineniya from such a spectacle right before my face. Sometimes I would move my head and silently click my jaw as if I had bitten off matter from the beautiful ass teacher.

This could not last long. Of course, I finished the game. I had no reason to look up, and there was no time. Once Filippovna silently watched for a long time over my grimaces and jumps from her head. The class, such traitors, did not tell me in a word or a hint that I was caught in a trap, and soon the hunter would refresh me like a silly bunny. There is nothing to do; I had to knock on the door of the drawing and drawing room after lessons and, entering, groan that I had confessed my guilt and this would not happen again.

- Well, why? - smiled teacher. - I am even very impressed by the lustful looks of men. Of course, if they were adults, but you are still children. But children who absolutely do not understand their pumpkin. If we were alone, I would have just laughed at your presentation. But you, Yurochka, showed your presentation to the whole class. And what will you tell me to do with you now?

I thought, “Stas, give your ass a touch and stroke,” but said otherwise:

- Stasya, I was guilty. Punish me, put a deuce on behavior and call the parents to school.

- What did you call me? - she was pricked. A smile blossomed on her face.

- Sorry, Anastasia Filippovna, I forgot myself, made a reservation and called you a blind nickname.

- And, what, I like, - she smiled even more, - so you call me by the eyes?

- Yes, - admitted the young man.

- What else would you like to tell me?

“Stasia, let me touch your priest and stroke her,” I grew bolder, as if everything was allowed to me.

- Yura, - Stasia was surprised with a frown, - are you completely out of your mind? How can you say this to your teacher?

“Excuse me,” said the careless apprentice, hanging his head, “this is my dream, it just happened to come out.”

- Daft! - the teacher burst out laughing. - Go home, and so that this does not happen again. This time I forgive you, but the next is better without parents do not come.

But I was proud of myself. Let unwittingly expressed his erotic dream. By the way, after this incident, the attitude of the teacher to me changed. Of course, I didn’t allow myself to show my admiration for her asshole to the whole class, holding a grudge against them, but she forgave me my petty pranks, and at times a bit overestimated ratings. Drawing as an object I didn’t like, but I didn’t skip because I was pleasing my libido while admiring the beautiful forms of a mature woman. Why not love? Because I was born left-handed, and in the epoch of impending communism, there was no place for left-handed people. They were forced to relearn. I retrained, but I wrote like a chicken with a paw, sometimes without analyzing my own handwriting, I drew and drew not much better.

***

I did not like to study. But after school I went to college. Parents insisted. Entered by passing exams for threes. In his spare time, he wandered through the streets and admired various assholes. One reminded me of Stasin. Her owner was called Julia, as I learned later. Julia was not only a steeple but also steeple and steed. She had a cool temper. Seeing her for the first time, going towards me, abruptly changed course and walked, probably, three stops, admiring her ass. Eyes, by the way, I liked her eyebrows too. The rest did not have time to consider. But Julia is tired of it in the end. She stopped and, turning to me in front, and to the passersby, frowning, began to wait when I came along with her. She had questions for me. I replied:

- I admire your legs, my lady, and the fact that they are crowned.

- And what crowns them? - not understanding, asked my lady.

“Booty,” I replied, “you have a very pretty butt and a beautiful waist.” Let's get acquainted?

“And I don’t like a skull in you,” the stranger answered angrily.

“What's wrong with him?” - the stranger was surprised.

- There are no brains in it ... and don't follow me!

“That's always the case,” I said after following a girl who was slowly moving away, “if you say the truth, she is offended, if you lie, you will not believe.”

“Well, lie,” she said, turning around and turning around.

“I liked your eyes,” I lied, “so I followed you, but the truth is that my name is Yura.”

- Ha-ha-ha, - Julia laughed, - you couldn't see them. I don’t have them in the back. My name is Julia, - she introduced herself, holding out her hand.

- So the truth is that I went for your ass, it is behind you, not in front. But now I see that your eyes are beautiful too. Black as the southern night ... no, like the Black Sea.

“I am pleased to hear this,” my newly appeared passion smiled, “after all, your straightforwardness looks somewhat ...” she hesitated, choosing the right words.

I after all called her my lady, and this left a certain imprint on her verbiage. She tried to look like a lady of the world, and pour her speech accordingly.

- silly, moronic, idiotic? - picked up the end of her phrase, funny young man.

“Like that,” the acquaintance laughed, “well, okay, I went home, and you don't follow me anymore.” OK, Yura?

- Not good, - I cut the truth of the uterus, - I want to drink tea with cookies or buns with butter. My house is far away, and yours is near. I am afraid I cannot reach my own, I don’t have money for transport, ”the poor student lied,“ I will fall from dizziness, starving, and from unbearable thirst.

- That is, like this, you're asking to visit me? - smiled Julia. - Well, cheeky! From modesty you will not die.

- Not to visit, but on a date with a cup of fragrant tea and a tasty bun. Are you sorry, is that it, Julia?

“I don’t feel sorry, I’m even happy to treat you with tea,” said the cordial ...