suddenly experienced a stab of jealousy. I have to admit, for a moment, they seemed like a pair to me. Why I immediately regretted my mother.

Dad nodded to me briefly and looked at my neighbor on the desk, who diligently pretended to be overly passionate about the task.

- So, everything, time is up! - the teacher showed who is the mistress here. - Closed books and notebooks! - she clearly painted in front of dad.

We reluctantly crawled out from the table, removing their belongings.

I rested my foot to get up ... And slipped, gasping.

- What? - I looked down and saw my beautiful sandals, smearing his sperm. "The same" plop "" - I thought detached.

He, too, noticed, shrugging his shoulders, smiled at the corner of his lips “not guilty.”

Around the place where we sat, it began to smell, it looked like not quite fresh fish meat.

I grimaced. I was plagued by sperm on the sole of my left sandals.

“Wait for me,” my father said as we left. - Let's go together.

She nodded in response, treacherously slipping through the step soiled paper on the floor. Looking at his father, he nodded to him and quietly left.

Without a word, I headed for the girls' room.

Entered

Frowned again by the smell, though at that time from another, characteristic of such places.

She disdainfully pushed the Globus canned food almost full of cigarette butts to the side, put the backpack on the windowsill. I rummaged in it. Found in a secret pocket packing gaskets. Real for those times Libresse - French. I put the soft pack in my pocket. I rinsed my hands. I went into the booth. Covered the door. Espagnolette, naturally thwarted. Unbuckled the belt. Knocked the button buttons. A lightning flashed. Alternately playing hips pulled tight pants to the middle of the hips. Then the panties.

- Wow! - I directly felt that, having freed myself from the laundry, inside and outside of my charms everything swelled even more. Trying not to think about pleasant things, I did a personal hygiene replacement. Amazingly, the laundry was completely dry.

“That's the way the French ...” I whispered to myself and ... I couldn’t hold back, ran my finger there ... - Mmmm ... - very nice, I definitely have never been so tense, elastic, and simply indecently slippery. Again, not holding back, I ran my finger ... And again ... I even breathed heavier, inevitably inhaling the local scent. - And do not care! - agreeing in a whisper with my morality, I began to move my hand faster. Habitually and skillfully caressing my clitoris, which almost filled up to the size of my little finger, I have it big, as it turned out later, I’ve barely slipped into myself, touching the sensitive entrance of my still virgin vagina from inside. Then back to the clitoris. Has accelerated. From pleasure and adrenaline, my knees rhythmically flexed. Involuntarily, I began to make hips frictions. She grabbed the edge of the taulet partition and bit her lip. I closed my eyes, and in front of my mind, as if on cue, a scarlet member appeared, cumming under the desk. And after a few sharp and jerky movements, I began to cum myself. Firmly pressed the waving clit with her fingers to the swollen lips, almost pushing it into the pubis. Squeezed together legs. Alternately, she strongly strained the muscles of the hips and abdomen, swaying her orgasm stronger and stronger. She quickly moved her hand, rubbing herself to ecstasy. An electric orgasm salute stung all intimate places at once, and I finally died.

And he was waiting in the corridor, sitting on the windowsill. Same beautiful. Calm. He looked at me and smiled.

- Do not wait for me? - I smiled in response, walking funny, feeling bad legs. And in general, I felt lousy for not being able to get home, for what my dad came, but for sinning alone in a terrible toilet.

- You ... - it seemed to me that he somehow especially looked at me and my mood gradually began to rise.

“Nice to hear,” I walked over and sat next to him, putting the backpack between my legs.

- Are you torturing again? - he arched a smooth eyebrow.

“You know,” I looked at him. - Yes, I think so. Torment.- I added quietly.

I looked at him and suddenly I realized that this person in a very short time, it turns out, gave me so many sweet moments. A deep, deep feeling of gratitude and even more sympathy that was completely unusual for me filled me. I suddenly froze like a frog before a snake. And he smoothly approached and touched my lips with his lips. So be careful. Gently and a little timid. I absolutely did not know what to do. Only the heart was loud and hard again in the chest. She opened her mouth, but here this stupid breaking off "tsuk-tsok-tsok."

The door opened.

My dad said goodbye to the biological, nodded to me briefly: "they say, let's go." Not daring to disobey, I otlipla from the window sill, took a backpack, as if imperceptibly touched his hand to his feet. I wanted to feel one more time.

- Until! - he said.

- Bye, - a short glance back, straightened her hair, waved her hand.

- Your boyfriend? - Dad asked quietly as we walked down the hall.

“F-ff,” said the sour face, surprised, as they could think.

Dad nodded and smiled knowingly.

And I stomped so, specially, as on dancing, butt back, thigh move, so that the buns under the tight-fitting corduroy pants were tensely straining. She knew the boy was looking.

Right sandals sometimes funny stuck to the wooden floor.

Why dad came to me then remained incomprehensible. He did not long talk with the biologist, who was also our “cool,” then took me home. In the evening, after hysterical gatherings and vague explanations, I was already going to my mother's sister in Kiev. One In its most incredible summer.