come to the wedding.
- What kind of wedding, who gets married?
- My daughter is getting married.
- Already?
- What does it mean already? 23 years old to her. It is high time.
- A groom who does what?
- (talks about his business, about the fact that a very good, modest guy, who has been meeting his daughter for almost a year, and she’s just in the last year, will be an economist at the end, will be able not only to keep the household, but also to keep records ). Do you know DD, what is his name?
- Not.
- DD.
- What?
- I say, his name is DD.
- Seriously?! That's funny! Will you still have a son in law named DD.
- Yeah. So, will you come to the wedding?
- Promised. I will come.

True love probably never dies completely. And in my head before the trip there were certain thoughts, how would we meet there with Naina, what are we going to talk about, how will the communication work out? In a sexually unbridled version, I brought her to my hotel and fucked her in all holes, in a nostalgic and romantic way - we hit on the memories and parted with friends with the support of further informational communication, in a conflict-scandalous - they threw complaints at each other and quarreled seriously. Something like this, and my wife, indirectly demonstrating their dissatisfaction with my trip, although she was aware of my former cordial affection and sometimes jokingly telling about this topic (as well as I am her former admirers). Of course, I will honestly say that even in the most favorable case I didn’t have even half a bit, leave my family and create a new one with Naina. But the point here is not that I would never refuse sex and a new woman, but the connection, in which the basis of which were serious feelings and not just a craving for sex, could have some effect on the future life .

None of this happened. And, probably, thank God! My first thought, after we saw each other and exchanged greetings at the entrance to the restaurant, was “how lucky that I did not marry her.” And it was not a matter of appearance. Yes, my wife is objectively prettier and younger than Naina. And also my wife is objectively friendlier and more sociable, even with noddingly familiar people. Naina behaved as if she hadn’t had these 20 years, my family and her celibacy (yes, she never got married, although according to indirect data I suppose that she allowed herself a couple of novels to herself), and I am the same young student and graduate annoying her with meaningless harassment. Frowned, sullenly, very briefly answering my questions and without asking me a single response, without asking anything about me. Her mother, by the way, was much friendlier, she managed to find out about children, about work, and about parents. And when we began to sit down at the tables, I don’t know whether it was intentional or not (I just didn’t know anyone there except the family of my friend), they put me next to me (through the corner of the table) with Naina. A minute later she managed to change places and sat at the opposite edge of the table.

Explain to me, readers! She is so stupid that she seriously thought that I had a crush on her that even 20 years later I came with the only thought to care for her? And his behavior (as many times before at the time) made it clear the hopelessness of this? Or am I so indifferent to her (and I helped a lot, both in my studies, and in everyday life, and I gave presents, including jewelry, which she no matter what she accepted and wore), that she chose to sit next to relatives, whom she sees every day than with a person with whom she lived for several years in one hostel, and just ask for courtesy - but how is that friend or the other or the third? After all, we had with her not only a lyrical connection, but we were in the same friendly company, boys and girls, with very good relations.

Anyway, the sensual outcome of this trip can be called “Farewell to the Mirage”.

Part four, summarizing. OLGA - NAINA - DD.

(from conversations and correspondence with Olya, or something else about us about all)

- Olya, why did you even need this meeting of ours?
- I rested.

- Do you miss home, husband, daughter?
- According to my daughter, yes. But she is an adult, she has her own life. We often talk on the phone. I do not like a husband, this absence for me is a test of the strength of our family. Maybe divorced. But something pulls me sometimes home. Whether the walls of the house itself, or the memories of the first years and the difficulties that they overcame together.

- I am capricious in sex. In the missionary, I suffocate under a partner. Cancer does not finish. Best of all amazon. But a member must be long, thick and ideally stand for a long time. And then, caressing his parallel to the clitoris, maybe even finish.

- I love Blowjob. But few do. Do not fit in boys in the brain. The dominant woman and suddenly the cock sucks. But I also don’t like brutal machos who are licked in the bastard.

- My last name ... (gives you the real last name). Will you find me on Odnoklassniki?

He promised. But, I confess, I did not find it. First, there were a lot of women with such a combination of names, you had to go to each one, look through the pictures, estimate the reality of the age (that is, such originals, they will write 6 years, then 106). Secondly, I did not want to remember every time I visited Odnoklassniki goodbye to the mirages. And so I remember ...