Ivan Tikhonovich is a real teacher, one who not only loves his work, but his students. Such teachers and such people are very rare. In our difficult time, I am sure, such teachers simply can not be, monetary and clothing relations have replaced everything. But he tried to give us all the best from himself, to teach to be surprised and admire.

In principle, I did not want to go on this trip and did not intend to, but Ivan Tikhonovich told with such enthusiasm! Now I just think with horror, what was, if I didn’t go, how much I would lose! And I would have lost a lot! Highly! And the addition to our herbarium will be, the stand "Mountain Crimea". But the main thing is not a herbarium!
Last year of schooling is something. Well, we seem so adults, intelligent, understanding everything, and not only in school, we are already 18 years old. All our conversations guys very often and constantly come down to the themes of sex and, of course, we all try to show ourselves to be so experienced and all-knowing, it’s just funny now to remember. But sometimes this is so, especially for girls - the one who behaves is detached and modest, is not always the case. And I soon had to see for myself!
As always in the planning-unprofitable business of that period, money for repairs could be allocated at any time, not always and suitable. And then it happened - in the middle of September we were told that the school was closed for a week: heating repair, money allocated. So Ivan Tikhonovich proposed this tour, to meet the sunrise on Chatyr-Dag, the high mountain of Crimea. At the same time and replenish our herbarium, collected under the direction of Alla Markovna.

So, on Wednesday, the collection at the bus station - tents, backpacks with a dry bed, jackets in their hands, although September was amazingly warm. The bus took us to the foot of the mountains, and then four hours of hiking. Amazingly clean mountain air, light breeze, gentle sun, and I always hold the hand of Julia from the "A" class.
It turns out that she had liked me for a long time, as if embarrassed, she told me on the bus, slyly volunteed next to me, overtaking Tony and Inna, who were constantly sitting on the desk behind my back in class. We had an agreement for help during the checklists, so that by joint efforts we confidently fought with clever authors of textbooks. And, seeing off after the evening classes or school balls, I’ll take them home, receiving sweet kisses as a reward. And then Julia! Here is the quiet woman, this skater - I just considered her now. A good sight! Although what we want - a girl is already 18 years old!

Sunrise, after we spent the night at the relay center on Chatyr-Dag, left a lasting impression! Just indelible! Light fog, quickly flying away cloud shreds below - and in the sea below, in the very depths, a bright spot suddenly appears, taking the form of a clear circle. This bright circle moves in the depths of the waters and lo! - a bright flash of the first rays of our earthly body hits the eyes! Shouts, applause, clicking the shutters of cameras! And the sun is getting higher and higher, the bright rays are getting hotter, our enthusiastic faces show us the gentle caress of warmth. It was awesome!
And then going down - our teacher clearly knew these places. By noon we went to a beautiful clearing, a small but full-flowing stream flowed alongside - generally a rarity for an anhydrous mountainous Crimea.The teacher’s beautiful story about partisans, caves, events, the history of the Crimea, and even here the sea is just blackberries and various berries, there is even a dog rose. And we still have to set up tents, cook lunch and dinner, almost a partisan option - making a smokeless bonfire. Well, to collect samples for herbarium in bags - Alla Markovna is waiting for us with impatience and hope!

Ivan Tikhonovich sent a few people to pick berries, Julia went next to me, also holding my hand, and I already looked with interest at her rather expressive chest under a thin sweater. And what appetite we have worked up! Have eaten everything! A compote of fresh berries - blackberry, cherry plum, wild rose! Everyone was delighted - well, we went on this trip! The sea of ​​pleasure, bright impressions and rest!
But before going to bed there was an unexpected situation. I could not fit in a small tent with a teacher, his huge carcass and so barely got there, so he asked the girls, there were three of them in the big tent, “shelter” the unfortunate Sasha. Well, of course, Yulia immediately agreed, Tonya and Inna barely held their hands, saying that the guy was at our hen party, but they agreed too.

And then Julia also gave out a surprise - she took out a large package with blackberries, sprinkled with sugar, I opened a can of condensed milk - we had a royal tea party. The girls “melted”, we drank plenty of tea, of course we drank a glass of wine from my backpack, then chatted for a long time, I fluffed up a little tail in front of them, telling a bunch of jokes and funny stories, plus I had a large library - and some of Mine Reed and Fenimore Cooper. We went to bed very late, tired and incredibly satisfied.

Well, I think I will sleep until noon. But how could it not be like that - Yulia’s gentle hand began to stroke my cheek, my neck, a slight shiver ran through my body and I woke up. In the twilight of the tent, her eyes glittered so mysteriously. But here her hot hand hugged my neck and our lips met. It hit me like a shock! What she is hot and passionate, this skater quiet from the "A" class, I would never have thought. And what are her sweet lips!
Oh, those hot lips of Yulia, gentle as a whisper, sweet as a love poem, tender as spring morning, hot as a volcano of passion! How exciting it was to me sweet! But then her lips broke away from my stunned lips, walked across my chest, quickly crossed my stomach, walking from the excitement of the waves and, sliding the belt of my sports pants, got to the hedgehog of my pubic hair. ABOUT! - what's happening? I am in heaven? Yulin's matchless tongue, gentle, hot, tremulous, now just electrifying, found the base of my stake standing “young man”, then began to slowly climb it, caressing and giving me these unearthly caresses. How she does it - oral sex performed by her is just a fairy tale! I almost went crazy with pleasure!

Finally, with one movement of her lovely head, framed by a tight shock of dark hair, she absorbed my stiff dick completely, all in its entirety in the hot, moist oven of her incredible mouth - these “gates of paradise” just made me go berserk! From my hoarse throat at once burst a passionate moan of my wonderful pleasure!
And her beautiful eyes, gleaming in the darkness, seemed to look right into my soul! And here it is - the moment of the highest pleasure! My sperm with a tight hot jet flew out to freedom, Julia started slightly, but she swallowed everything! It was magical! It seems - for a second I even lost consciousness, disconnecting from reality. When I woke up, Julia’s soft head lay on my shoulder, she threw her leg at me, holding her tight, and her hair gently tickled my cheek. What a wonderful bliss of pleasure!

- Thank you, Julia! You read my mind and I'm happy now! I was just in paradise! We will see you again and repeat, it was a fairy tale - she quietly happily laughed and we fell asleep.
The next day, packing samples for the herbarium, Ivan Tikhonovich showed us a master class of partisan everyday life. From the hips and some twigs, he brewed an incredibly delicious tea.A compote of blackberry and cherry plum! And the soup is literally from the ax! Then after lunch - a good sleep, the most useful action in the open air. And after sleep, questions on history, a conversation on future professions, we are already 18 years old and next year everyone needs to choose professions and specialties. The day was incredible and bright - this is what a real teacher means!

The four of us climbed into the tent, fidgeted a little, pampered, and here Tychonya Tonechka surprised us all. I did not want to sleep yet, she proposed to talk about the relations between the sexes. It was a little shock - so this is Tonka! She sat right behind me, I often admired her legs, high open short skirt, sometimes impudently touched them or stroked - she ...