walk, a poet when we came to the bench and I sat down - for me it was a little unexpected when she sat down on my knees.
““ It's dirty there ... ”- she added smiling guiltily -“ Traces will remain, then I will not wash my dress ”
- “Okay,” was I against it? not at all. and put his arms around his waist and pressed her to her- "Listen ... and ... uncomfortable already, but what is your name?"
I felt like a fool that I didn’t introduce myself and didn’t ask her before.
- “Is it Important?” - she sat on my knees and putting the bouquet next to me hugged my neck - “On the contrary, I like this mystery ... may I be Margot? or Angelica? how do you feel more comfortable? ”
- “Margo ... interesting” - I thought - “And then who am I?”
- “And what would you like to be?” - this question was very ambiguous for me, and her look - in my eyes and face against, just beckoned to make either a mistake or the right move.

- “Is it important?” - I slightly tilted my head, I smacked her childishly on the lips.
- "The name does not ..." - she, in response, just smacked me and hugged me even tighter - "I feel like a schoolgirl"
- “Schoolgirl on the fifth date?” - I smiled, I smacked more courageously, lingering at my lips, and felt how she responded to a kiss.
“I haven’t yet reached the fifth meeting,” she pressed against me, and we kissed more than we talked, and so I decided, helping to sit with one hand, with the other I began to knead her breasts through the fabric of the dress.
“Are you in a hurry?” She said playfully and without negative notes.
- "Well ... because ... the date is already the fifth?" - she literally pushed her chest into my hand.
- “Once five roses ... then the fifth” - she kissed very skillfully, and some movements, I diligently memorized the distance to the future.
- “Margo ...” - I was already excited, but imitating stronger excitement, then breathe loudly, pawing her chest, waist, and upper thigh.

- "Yes baby?" - With these words, she slipped next to the bench, after moving the bouquet of roses.
- “Come to me?” - I kissed, and felt kisses in response, and after these words, I felt how her hand lay on my pants jeans.
- “Are you feeling bad here?” - we both were not ashamed of anything, and were even a little hidden from each other by the darkness, what about rare passersby - who could not see us through the foliage of the tree.
- "With you ... well ... oh my God" - the last words escaped me, from the fact that she skillfully unbuttoned her pants and belt, pulled out my penis and began to nadrachivat it, smearing my lubricant from the head to the penis.
- "Good? Right? ”She whispered languidly and she laughed in my ear while she could and I did not close her mouth with kisses.“ Believe me, it can be even better. ”

I understood perfectly what it was about, but I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
- "Much better ..." - she moved a little further to the bench, and almost lay down taking my dick in her mouth - "Tmok ... floyup. - flop "- the next moments I felt the difference between a blowjob from the same age girls, and a married woman, almost every day holding a member of her husband's mouth, and who knows how to get pleasure and deliver.
“Is it better then?” She kissed the head, licked her tongue, and reached out to me - I did not hesitate, responding with a kiss to a kiss after this brief blowjob, and diligently nodded.
- “Much”

We spent the next 15 minutes in almost complete silence, if we did not hear the squishing, sucking sounds, coughing when she tried to take the member too deeply, and the fap-dropping sound of a jerk with her lips over the member.
- “Stop ... stop” - I tried to stop her, realizing that I’m about to finish, but she forgot about the dress without tearing off the member and got off the bench, and getting on her knees just stuck to the member.
- "COME ON,...“- I forgot about her feelings, just grabbed her head by putting her on the penis, almost hammering in the throat, but apparently in this position it was more comfortable, and she herself sat down at a crazy speed with her mouth and herself, while hot trickles of sperm splashed into her throat.
- “Ahhr ...” - I am afraid that this sound could wake up part of the house, but I didn’t give a damn, I firmly held the woman’s head, not letting me pull out my dick, and feeling with every push and throb, the sperm is spilling out and the dick is reduced.
- "Oh ... to go nuts ..." - I let go of her, and she immediately got up, just with a smile and wiped her lips with her wrists, my groin. her lips, everything was in her drool, running from an excessively fast and continuous blowjob, and in her eyes there were droplets of tears from the fact that she choked while she swallowed.
- “I told you that it could be better” - she giggled and squeezed my wet cock from the drool in her hand, and I immediately approached her and kissed in a hickey.

Blowjob, not blowjob, do not care, the woman gave me pleasure, and I showed her that I did not disdain her, and in response, I felt how she passionately kisses and hugs me.
After sitting for about 15 minutes, we rested, caught our breath, and she completely wiped her lips, washing away the traces of her actions.
- “Come to me?” - I made an attempt to repeat.
- "Forgive me ... I'm home" - she got up and repeatedly shook dust and earth from her knees.
- “Home?” - I did not understand a bit what was wrong.
- “You're an adult boy” - she stood in front of me and stroked my head - “And I’m an adult girl ... I understood perfectly what you want, and I didn’t mind against it, but I'm sorry I won't change my husband”
- “A ...” - I probably did not understand something.
- “And the blowjob is not treason” - she laughed - “Five roses, Fifth date. why not?"
- “Thank you, for the emotions” - she hugged me tightly to her, and kissed me firmly, repeating - “Do not forget, I am still an adult girl ... and I understand everything perfectly”
“Do you spend it?” I followed, we also chatted about anything and everything.

Reaching the corner of the house, she stopped.
“Get used to it ... sometimes girls can shoot boys, we also need sex, but for me personally ..." - she clung to me - "More moral sensations and emotions are needed ... I hope you were pleased"
- “Very” - I finally felt like a girl who had been shot and thrown, and did not know how to react.
- “I will come at the end of the summer ... the numbers of 25 August” - with these words she winked and kissed me again with an easy step went to the entrance.
I was raped? ... I was sucked? ... I was paused? ..
I could not pick up words, just as I could not pick up the definition of such a feminine "faithfulness".
In principle, her words were quite logical, and indeed ... any woman of mature years, understands perfectly well why a young boy can get acquainted with her.