taking by mouth and swallowing.

In the heat of self-criticism, I once said: “What did you find in me, I do not understand! Liliputka and bun. Despite the really, frankly speaking, a fat figure, she was not fat, she did not hang down her stomach or side folds, she was just tightly and well-tailored bun. And what poses nevertheless took, I was stunned! Feet could lift up almost to the face; cancer sagged so that it seemed, now pussy above the ass will be; supporting one leg with his hand, it almost opened up at the side with a string.

I arrived on Friday morning, she asked for leave from work that day, I visited from about 10 am to 16. Then I left for a short time, took my daughter from kindergarten, took me to my grandmother and came to me again, I stayed from 17 to 20 hours, then she and her husband were invited to visit. I wrote SMS messages from there, I felt in a syllable that she still drinks and loses control, then, already from home, led a kind of “live report” of her sex with her husband. Well, as far as I understand, it’s hardly literally “direct”, it’s hard to believe that she didn’t part with the phone and wrote “now I suck him”, “now he licks me”, “I stand cancer, he fucks me hard and slaps me of all strength "without parting with the phone, most likely, just then recreated the former from memory (and perhaps composed it, but hardly), because the last SMS, already at night, was in its typical post-orgasmic depressive style:" What I'm a whore! Fucked for the day husband and lover, with two huy sperm fed, and I dream of someone about a good and faithful beloved guy? With a pork snout and a Kalashny series (((("

And I came on Saturday at about 11 o'clock, stayed until 15, we went out together, she took me to the train station (or rather, we got on the same bus, and she told me where to get off). Nowhere we didn’t go out with her, there wasn’t any talk about cafés and walks, I bought food and drinks in stores near the house (by the way, it was a private house, not an apartment in a high-rise building). One of the last phrases that came out in person (it seems to be on the bus, before my exit at the station, although it may be at the bus stop waiting, but definitely not at home):

- DD, are you happy with your arrival? Well, you probably expected more? What will I be with you all the time? But you understand, it is impossible. Home, child, husband, business.
- Tan, I am very satisfied! Together spent time including. I thought you could only come yesterday afternoon, and maybe for an hour today. And you spent a long time yesterday, and today a lot. Are you happy yourself?
- You are a good friend! You are a great lover! You are a kind person! If it were not for Max, I wouldn’t need anything more.
- Then - see you in December?
- Yes. Hope so.
Quickly kiss her on the cheek and go out near the station.

Collapse of conquest
Yes, I fucked Tanya. But not won. A handsome young guy, having just had sex with her average for all parameters, was in any case apart from the competition.

I was thirsty, and Tanya was for me salty sea water. No matter how much you drink, do not quench your thirst. This is also a lesson from her, to which I am retroactively grateful: to be able to distinguish salty seawater from fresh and clean.

Our novel lasted another month, a mad Wirth was combined with sweet memories of our first meeting on the train and the second in her city, I counted the days when she would arrive in the last days of the year, I bought brandy excellent in quality, I asked a familiar jeweler selling a gold brooch with her zodiac sign so far, I went around a number of apartments and chose the most presentable for our December meeting, I sincerely tried to make the Ensk meeting any worse, and even better than Krupnogorskaya.

Everything is ready, Tanya in Ensk.The time and place of the meeting is scheduled, I am in a great mood making a control call. Tanya does not pick up the phone. Does not take after 5, 10, 30, 45 minutes. Does not respond to any SMS. And do not turn around, I don’t go home now.

Legend is a corporate party, from which I can’t come back before midnight. I'm at a loss and in a rage. I wind circles around the venue, I smoke all the time, one question is spinning in my brain - why? Why is she doing this to me? What did I do wrong to her? Let him explain. Let not this time, but say that once our meeting will take place. 70 minutes after the scheduled meeting time, she descends on a short SMS: “I am busy”.

Yeah, so everyone is alive and well, and Tanyuha is just "busy"? And he considers it necessary to notify this not in advance, but in hindsight, destroying all plans, hopes and dreams? I also know how to show teeth, she gets back in response “if you don’t take a phone right now, it's all over between us”. I call. Answers
- What happened?
- Sorry. I saw Max, my sun was clear, and I forgot everything.
- Are you with him now? Is he at home? Or where? And what are you doing?
Laughs
- Are you jealous? In vain. I'm with him. Just not at home, but at work. And employees. New program bought, sorted out together. He is so smart with me! I did not want to miss a single word, turned off the phone.
- And will you be there for a long time?
- I do not know. Now the girls put tea, the guys ran to buy something. Then we will study further.
- And you can not say that they are waiting for you, that you need to go?
Her voice is getting angry.
“I don't have to go anywhere.” If I'm close to Max, I'm so good that I don't want to go anywhere. And in general, it's time for us to stop. I feel ashamed in front of my husband, and here you are with your meetings.
- So you refuse to meet with me?
- For sex, we will not meet again. If you want, let's be friends.
- Not! Or lovers. Or by anyone.
- Goodbye!
- Goodbye!

A blast of blizzard throws a fistful of snow in my face. Get DD! You wanted it? For a long time not begging before a woman, begging love? 15 years ago, still a student? Learn student! You can become a graduate student, a professor, even a rector, but there is no longer any simpOt-director Maksik. Forgot what the bitches come across? Thought, all such relatives, like a wife, like Sveta, like Leila? I thought, once gave, then love? Once you can drink with her, chat and fuck, then your forever? This is also possible with any whore, what's the love, friendship, attraction? Would you like to be sure, sir? Confess, DD, that you want to drink, open your soul and throw a couple of sticks for complete happiness?

I stepped onto the pavement, raised my hand, stopped the taxi.
- Where to go, dear?
- To fucking boss!