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When I remember my beloved women, it invariably comes to my mind - Angelica. Thanks to her, my summer 19 ** years, perhaps the most vivid memory in my stupid fate. A few months of insane love and forbidden pleasures were painted with such strong emotional experiences, as if I had lived my whole life.

A young charmer appeared in my life unexpectedly. I was young - a little over twenty - and by the time of our meeting I knew not only the theory of sexual relations, but also passed its basics through the stump-deck. All that moved and smelled like a woman caused me a strong erection, and if it was impossible to regularly discharge, I earnestly chopped firewood.

Angelica came with her mother from Tashkent to our country to go to university. As acquaintances, they stopped at our place - to my happiness and my death. When I saw Angelica for the first time, I missed everything that nature had bestowed upon me. My reaction looked like an Irish dance, and I leaned against the wall so that I would not be mistaken for shizanuty at least in the first half hour.

Angelica was not just good - she was dazzling. Slim, taut, with blond mane of luxurious hair, thick waves flowing down to strong buttocks, with flirty curls, playfully shading a beautiful face and with expressive green eyes, in which magic splashed. And when she noticed me standing in a shake with the letter “sic”, trying to hide her out of place protruding tail, she smiled with such a beaming smile that I thoughtfully left the hallway through a closed door.

I do not exaggerate much: she really was stunningly beautiful. Then I was not yet a cynical asshole, with a smart-ass squint looking at the next sterlet in a skirt: in Angelica, I liked everything. Now, perhaps, I would say that her strong breasts could be more squeaky, her lips - meticulous, and her ankles - more complex. But she was only seventeen years old, and her chest would probably later grow another size - judging by her mom.

The feeling of a goat in the garden so inspired me that on the first evening Pegasus galloped off to meet with the fish of my dream. I was showing the city, and Angelica was staring admiringly around without noticing me. Finally, I brought her into some slums, against which I looked quite presentable and sexy. We talked, and I regretfully learned how she relates to sex.

“Once I looked at my parents watching a porn tape,” she said conspiratorially, looking around, “it was awful!”

“Bummer,” I thought in despair, picking with a stick some kind of hollow in the tree, on which we sat down to talk heart to heart. And when I found out that she was still a virgin, then quickly turned sour and got ready to go home.

Angelica had one trait that upset me: she was pathologically deceitful. Angie lied not for the purpose of some benefit for herself, but just like that, automatically and, as a rule, always. I could not understand what was the matter and this sometimes seriously upset me.

But our rapprochement was inevitable: we were in the same apartment in the lion's share of time, and physiology took over, all the more so by our mothers everything was predetermined. Angelica and I already secretly kissed, and I gasped every time from her kisses: they had so much genuine passion hidden in them ... It seemed to me that Angie herself did not understand what weapon she possessed. Unfortunately, our fierce petting did not end with anything, and I then crawled to the bathroom, like a sore tarantula, where again they ferociously chopped firewood.

Angelica slept in one of the four rooms and in the mornings, when all the relatives dumped from the apartment - who was at work, who went where - I was spinning near her door, like a cat around sour cream. Taking a telescope out of my pants, I carefully looked at the crack of the door, hoping to see and die.

One day, Angie woke up earlier than usual and, having run barefoot into my room without any difficulties, climbed into my bed. She hugged me under a blanket and said something, but I was neither dead nor alive, completely unaware of what was happening - like Daphne from the comedy “There is only a girl in jazz”. Knowing Angelica’s disgust for sex, I couldn’t even imagine that ...

But then her hand reached for my flesh and began to play with it, right through the pants. I lay a blockhead and ohreneval. I could not even pretend to be asleep: my head betrayed me with my head. And then Angelica threw the blanket and slipped to my feet. Then she pulled the panties off my stiff legs, and I felt the wet heat of her kisses on the penis. And then ... I did not see anything because of her hair the color of wheat, a thick mop lying on my hips, but I still remember those sensations. Until that moment, with such love and ecstasy, I was never sucked!

The enjoyment was short-lived: in less than a minute I finished in her mouth with such force that it seemed to me that the sound of a flying jet was heard. Angelica swallowed everything, licked his dick and, getting out of bed, kissed me on the lips. Then I tried the taste of my own sperm for the first time.

“I'll go and make breakfast,” she said imperturbably, and added, “I love your cock!” - and left the room.

I lay in bed with Güimple’s smile and glass eyes staring at the dried-up spider on the wall. There were questions in my head that I could not find an answer to, and I mentally spat on them. After a while I went to the kitchen to make sure that I didn’t dream of it. Angie already had breakfast, not even waiting for me out of the shower. What do you think she did? Angelica sucked me again, without even getting up from the stool, only interrupting her meal for a minute.

I flew back to heaven and realized that I was in love.

Our relationship went to the beyond level: I never had such a blowjob. Angelica sucked me wherever it was possible: at home, on the balcony, on the street, in the store, in the cinema ... My favorite word was “give me!”, Which I developed a conditioned reflex that cleaner Pavlov’s dog. It cost her, standing somewhere at the cashier in the store, bend down to me and, touching her ear with lips, whisper the magic word, as I immediately shifted my entire reflex to the whole line ahead.

Our day began as follows: as soon as the adults left this abode of sin and vice, I was immediately undermined and, passing through the bathroom, walked into the queen's quarters, Mineh. I inserted my drive into a sleeping girl in my mouth, and she sucked me in half asleep. Then I went to wash and visit her again. In my youth I had a lot of information and I generously shared it at every opportunity. Angelica really loved fellatio and made her so relaxed and with pleasure that the suction for me ceased to be some kind of outlandish entertainment.

So we slept.

One evening, Angelica was sitting in my room at the table and preparing for the entrance exam. I, in my favorite dressing-gown, who wore on his naked body, somewhere shied away around the apartment, when he suddenly thought: was it not time? And I went to her.

I stood next to the table and even began to delve into the subject of her preparation, as everything quickly returned to normal. Angelica said: "Give!" hands was a favorite toy. So my dad caught us, who looked into the room with an unspoken question.

Under the loud, smacking sounds, the father carefully examined the walls and ceiling, and silently left the room. I was petrified with horror, and Angelica did not even notice that we had already flown to hell: when she sucked, the world around her simply did not exist. I heard later how my father used to say to our mothers: “What do you want from a guy when you yourself planted a woman under him ?!” at the university, which in the people was called CPH: central pizdolokhranilische.

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