I had a wild male type of hair, and at first I was lost in her bush, feeling like a slumdog millionaire: my favorite shaved pussy didn’t smell here.

I sighed heavily: the path to a variety of female happiness was lined not with roses, according to the apt definition of the subject herself. I had to go through a difficult but pleasant journey with my beloved, turning this Yeti with excellent tits into the delight of my days and nights at all times.

Someone like the already trained mares, who are attracted to demonstration performances in the field of sin and vice, but I have always preferred to dress up. Due to the eternal age imbalance - and experience, respectively - I like to turn the unbroken mustangs into circus horses with plumes in interesting places. True, sometimes I came across some Przhevalsky horse, which was easier to shoot than train, but these were rare and inevitable costs of the educational process.

The nest for mentoring nested in me from my young nails: in kindergarten I explained to my neighbor in the pot how to write there. True, without having discovered the necessary tap for this case, I remember that for some time I fell into a deep hibernation.

Deciding to start with simpler exercises and demonstrating loyalty in the field of oral sex - by that time Marina was shaved smoothly to the very livers - I brought the girl with fingers, lips and tongue to an enchanting orgasm, offering my penis (speaking her medical language) in order alaverdi Having achieved the consent of the girl to “try to suck,” I offered up - Hallelujah! - beaten by moths and his sophisticated cock, to the pioneer lips bitten from fear.

Seeing her stress, I began to gently poke her head in her mouth, saying, “I don’t like it, spit it out!”, Realizing that this is not a dental filling of a medical practitioner, and it will not be easy to spit it out. The sweet face tried to avoid introducing new methods of deep study of the immaculate maiden soul through the mouth, but it was not easy to do it: on the other side of the end I stood down, suppressing an inexperienced student with almost a centner of live weight and exhorting with intellect.

To my amazement, Marina quickly got used to it and began to suck, all the time looking at me: “Am I doing everything right?” This is the great joy of the pioneer creator! I taught the girl to do blowjob the way I like it, and over time she became very good at coping with it, dutifully swallowing and swallowing or waiting patiently for my discharge, when I just fucked her in my mouth.

Unfortunately, I was unable to completely eradicate all her prejudices: from a technical point of view, her fellatio was flawless, but I really couldn’t love this thing, in my opinion. Only once I received a suction from her, which would not be ashamed to put in the network, in the POV section.

Marina read about John Falcon somewhere and she was impatient to practice what was at hand. In the process of mining her minerals, I reached for the phone to capture this historical moment on camera, but then I received a turnip and quietly subsided, winding up this great miracle of absorption on the neurons of the brain.

I remember the epic blowjob forever, especially since she herself was the initiator of this magic, which happened extremely rarely. Marina didn’t just suck, she played with him, talked and cooed with a dick like a doll, putting on and taking off his natural clothes, busily exploring every fold and surroundings. The charming woman also brought in a gentle anusling, and wet eglinging with hickered eggs and with prostate massage.I finished it, with her finger in the ass, almost went from enjoying to the forefathers. Her contented face face had long stood before my eyes: at that moment I was completely in her power, and she knew that.

With anal sex it turned out to be easier than I expected. Marina approached this issue very responsibly. Realizing that my assault on her fifth point was inevitable, she dragged me to the Intim store to jointly select a lubricant suitable for these purposes. Previously, I did not particularly bother about this: I just took a universal anal-vaginal, transparent, odorless lubricant right at the checkout counter of some shopping center, forcing the young cashiers to blush over the choice of the aforementioned product.

In the store for adults, I was a little uncomfortable, especially under the seller’s condemning look: in his eyes I was a child molester of youngsters who was looking for additional bells and whistles to finish off the poor child. To my amazement, the “child” quickly chose a suitable gel and took out a card for a discount at this store.

To my dumb question “WTF ?!”, Marina hastily explained that her previous boyfriend, an Armenian of a nationality, usually fucked her for three hours without stopping and she did not have enough natural lubricant. Therefore, she so often bought lubricants here that she was presented with a discount card.

Hoping that “three hours” is a figurative expression, I still feel despondent and did not begin to build bridges between her past and our present: with my average statistical capabilities I couldn’t compare with this giant pussy and the father of non-Russian democracy.

I deprived Marina of anal virginity on the same night, from the bottom of my heart inserting her national dick and putting, thus, a fat point in the Armenian issue. Before that, I explained to her for a long time that if a man has only one erogenous zone, and even that derived from the body, then a woman is one large erogenous zone: you just need to know where to click. And in the ass, too, can be a lot of interesting things, except for the notorious poop. I looked like I was in the water: her anal hole turned out to be all completely stuffed with erogenous endings, like lard cracklings, and from the very first call, Marina finished so that I flew out of it like a champagne cork.

When the girl caught her breath, I was surprised to repeat that I was not slow to do, because I had not shot myself off yet. Marina finished the second time in a row on a large scale, connecting the stimulation of the clitoris with her fingers. After this night she fell into anal slavery - much to her delight. After a short time, her rank list looked like this: first place - anal, second - place - vaginal, third place - screaming.

But how much I did not yell, my favorite blowjob was on the margins of her sexual preferences. I wandered around the room alone, dangling a causal place between my legs and sadly recalling Angelica. But then an old Jew suddenly woke up in me. I had a subject for speculation, and I immediately took advantage of this: it is difficult to hold out when there is a chance for a small gesheft. From that day on, I got to her favorite place exclusively through suction, which was logical and pleasant for both. And the ending in the mouth after anal coitus didn’t bother Marina at all: the shit was forgotten, like a bad dream the night before Christmas.

But not everything was so rosy in our peculiar family. Living with a young girl, I began to realize that a big age difference is not acceptable for long-term relationships. Marina was interested in what I had already experienced in my time, she was striving for something I didn’t care about. While I was “a window to the world” for her, everything went well and we were both happy. But love inevitably passed, I already gave her all my sexual experience and of all we have in common is just a roof over our heads.

In the last year of our life together, we traveled to the sea and rested wonderfully, as if our senses opened a second wind. There were some funny sexual adventures (about which I, perhaps, will tell in a separate story), but when we returned to our native land, our love, crying hoarsely, subsided forever.

For the past six months, we have been sitting in different rooms, having buried in our monitors, and for the whole day we could say no more than a dozen phrases. Where did those nine hours of endless conversations greedily go ?! We still slept together, but nothing united us except a common blanket. I didn’t want Marina anymore, and she, over time, stopped insisting.

Approximately a year after our separation, Marina unsuccessfully got married, a year later she successfully gave birth to a daughter, and now, when she becomes very ill, they call me and advise what means she can best feed her husband, drawing information for these discussions, mainly from the section "Poisons and their use at home."

Sometimes I grieve, remembering about her on lonely winter evenings and flipping through the slideshow with our cloudless past on the monitor, even without being able to bring new sensations and emotions to my sadness: I was a hardened left-handed person since childhood.

Becoming with each year closer to the Creator, I sadly think that it is time to start playing in my field, so as not to cause others to be puzzled and scornful when I once again move down the street with a young passionate hand, shaking graying over it beard like atsky sotona.

By the way, I had one sudden experience of intercourse with an active member of the club “For those over forty” - it was even funny when we shook in the paroxysm of joint rhinitis, taking it for a mutual orgasm.

But I am still attracted by a young body, and for the time being I am not ready to change freshly squeezed orange juice for homemade (sometimes to me) fermented wine ...

November 2015