- How did you relax, Marinochka? - He was curious, looking at his mother with Artem. - And here Lenchik is interested in, whether her gentleman showed himself worthy?

- Not true! - Flashed Lenka and flaunted her legs, trying to get off her hands. - It was not this!

Here is an uncle contagion! Lenka from such a setup did not know where to go. What theme will think about it ?!

The adults laughed together, looking at the bewildered girl. Maxim put it carefully on the sand and finally it didn’t hurt, but to the offensive loudly slapped his hand over the smooth ass. Like some kind of salaga!

- Good boy. Diligent. - Mom, laughing, patted Artem on top. - This and visit is not a sin to invite, unless, of course, the daughter wants.

- Maybe I want. - Lena muttered under her nose, not raising her eyes and only feeling her ears heat up.

For her happiness, the older generation did not aggravate the topic and, becoming interested in Anton’s proposal to drink glass, stretched to the table. Only Maxim, passing by Lena, quietly whispered in her ear:

- One one.

- Yeah! - Lenka hissed in response. - And dunked in the water, do not count? And still on the bottom.

- Do not worry. Temka will kiss, and everything will pass. - cheekily grinned Max. - Such a good reason.

He ran to the table for the rest, and Lena knelt down next to the lying boy.

- Subject, I really did not ask.

- Yes, hammer you. - Artem laughed, hugging and kissing an embarrassed girl. - It was obvious that Max was joking.

- Jokes, damn it! And he wanted to offend me on the pope. - Complained encouraged by Darkness sympathy Lenka.

- For what? - The guy was surprised.

- And I pinned him. - Remembering the disturbed face of Max, the girl cheered up at once and, of course, embellished, presented the recent episode to Theme in her ear. Artem, listening to her, quietly snorted with laughter.

- Poor your ass. - He nodded in an overly sympathetic manner. - Let's wash off the tent, we will kiss and stroke her.

- Come on. - Lena nodded. - But not to long. I'm a little tired.

- And what, just kiss your ass and do not caress any other places? Immediately sleep?

- Well, for once you can caress, probably. - Lena responded a little confused. - Anyway, you just can’t lie down. But only once.

When the older comrades, having partaken of the wine, returned to the fire, the young people already had a trace. True, if it were possible to see through the fabric of the tent, the merry idlers could see how the Subject gently teased the entrance to Lenin's ass with a tongue, and she quietly thrilled from the previously unknown caress. But the walls of the little shelter securely kept the little secrets of the first adult games of the smiling dark-haired boy and his young girlfriend.

- This is the story of depilation. And I liked being smooth. - Lenka, having finished the story, looked at the heard Irka. - And from there you can already pull out a hand.

- Oh! - Irka, blushing rapidly, pulled her palm sandwiched between her legs. - I accidentally! I thought.

- Yeah. And the palm to what I thought, put? - mockingly asked Lenka and slyly winked at her friend. - And what about our panties?

- And then you can not guess. - embarrassed muttered Irka, undoing the zipper of jeans. - Will have to shoot. They now only slide well, and wear wet and nasty.

- And someone warned. Well, now you get napkins.

Lenka, jumped off the couch, intending to get to the junk in the closet, but Irka held her arm.

- Wait a minute, and what are you, at the end about the kisses, the priests said?

The girlfriend, although she was left without pants, did not lose her vigilance.

- What priests? - Turned on the fool Lenka, mentally biting her tongue. It was necessary to blurt about it! I got carried away, damn it, memories!

Irka with a graceful, pointedly elegant movement raised her palms to her temples and, straightening her glasses, mockingly looked at Lena.

- If we consider that no one has kissed me yet, we have not so many candidates.

- Well, mine. Yes. - Mumbled Lenka, sliding from the couch. - Theme kissed me in different places. And there, too.

- and all? - In Irka’s voice there wasn’t even a drop of trust. - Why did we suddenly blush then? Innocent kiss was remembered?

- Yes, lie more. Flushed. - Lena involuntarily glanced at the mirror door of the cabinet. - This is ... just hot at home.

- Yeah. Hot. Yes Yes.

In brown, slightly squinting eyes girlfriends frankly danced happy devils.

- Yes, you go. - Lenka laughed. - Itself is sitting with a bare ass and wet thighs, and because of a kiss I am teasing.

- You should have seen how wet. - Irka giggled and, deftly catching the hem of the Lenkin coat, fooling around, pulled her to her. - Do you have something, girlfriend, is everything dry? Let me check.

- Hey, let go! - stalled, kicking on the floor, Lenka.

It was not there. Irka, laughing, dragged her back to the sofa. What a strong infection. The hands of Lena slid along the polished cabinet door without slowing her backward movement.

Everything! The last chance. Lenka desperately pulled the gown belt and, fleeing from captivity, slipped out.

- Ay!

Irka with a swing flopped down on the couch, clutching the empty clothes in her paws. Lenka, who remained in her panties, turned around and, putting her hands on her hips, looked threateningly at her friend.

- So! Now I’ll take the skin off someone and naked around the apartment.

- Do not, Helen! - She squealed, trying to shield herself with a bathrobe, like a shield, Irka. - I was joking.

- It's late!

Girlfriends with a scream and laughter spun on the couch. At first a robe flew out of the heap-small, followed, but with more accuracy, by Irkina's glasses. And then, after a long struggle, a T-shirt pulled from Irka.

- Lenka, well leave the bra. - Laughingly fought back Ira. - And so already almost lying naked.

- Damn! - Tamed deftly saddled her friend Lena with might and main enjoyed the advantage obtained. - No mercy.

- That's all, give up.

Ira meekly stretched out her arms, letting her rid herself of the bra.

- Ha! - Lenka with a casual wave sent the last item of Irkina's wardrobe after the T-shirt. - Now we start education.

- To what education? - Anxiously fidgeted lying Ira.

- Someone wanted to check whether my panties are dry. Now I will check with someone.

- Linen! - Round eyes looked at her Ira. - Do not. I'm wet there.

But Lenin's palm had already penetrated between the legs of the girlfriend, walked through the hips slippery from the juice, approaching the main treasure and slowly, bathing in the translucent immodest moisture that stretched behind her fingers, moved along the innocently closed doors of her pearl shell, until finally she pressed against the crowning entrance in the holy of holies sensitive tubercle of the clitoris.

- Mm. - Irka squeaked quietly, involuntarily squeezing Lenin’s palm.

Lenka cautiously with one finger, slightly spreading the close doors of the girl's secret and, having penetrated slightly into the quivering, filled with exciting juice depth, again walked along the gentle fold to the startled shudder from the new touch.

- Lena! - Ira intermittently exhaled, catching Lenin's hand.

- Do not you like it? - Lenka for some reason went into a whisper.

- Like. Only I never ...

- I, too.

Lena herself did not know what came over her. The usual silly fuss of two girlfriends today, suddenly, has grown into something more. Whether the memories of the summer games were to blame, or the freestyle game "someone like in panties." But Lena was surprised to understand that while they were fighting with Irka, she wanted to not just “punish” her friend as a joke, but to undress. DOGOLA. To Irka lay in front of her completely without clothes, completely open to her eyes. They have often seen each other without anything. And in the pool, and on the beach, when they changed clothes together in one booth. But now it was different.Lenka wanted to look at these bare shoulders with scattered on ... Read more →