Pleased with myself, I was shaking in a dusty bus, trying to analyze my actions and feelings when I was in Elena's body. And I still could not decide when I got more pleasure. At that time, while I was Lena, or when I enjoyed her young, hot, albeit completely weak-willed body.

“And she, in my opinion, even finished at the end ...” I suddenly thought. “I wonder what she dreamed about then?”

I closed my eyes from the bright sun beating through the dirty window of the bus, and I did not notice how I was dozing off. Apparently, I dreamed of something very pleasant, since I woke up in a rather high spirits that burst tight jeans so that it was uncomfortable to sit. But it was not this that awakened me, but the fact that someone stroked my knee.

Opening my eyes, I looked at the hand, crammed with wrinkles, and jerking sharply, stared at its owner. Next to her was a grandmother, a dandelion of God, and with a smile, her whole mouth was looking at me with love.

- Oh, my dear! Something you reminded me of my late grandfather in his youth. Oh, and we screwed up with him then! - she smiled even more, noticing that I woke up.

“That's just what I lacked,” I quickly touched her consciousness, cooling in earnest my grandmother.

She took a deep breath and, removing her hand, began rummaging through her purse.

“Yeah,” I said mentally. - What was required to prove. My mind can play a bad joke with me, and this is another example of that. ”

The rich imagination drew an orgy scene on the square from the novel by Patrick Suksinda “Perfume. The story of one murderer.

Shaking my head, I threw off this delusion and looked out the window. Nothing really interesting happened there. The bus, swaying and, creaking all that is possible, was shaking along a broken road between two tracts of forest. From a solid green mass, rushing out of the window, my head was slightly dizzy, and I switched to people who were quite a few on the bus. I was even a little surprised, but after looking at the clock and realizing that I had slept for about thirty minutes, I came to the conclusion that along the way we made several more stops. Slowly translating my gaze, I realized that there was no one to consider here. All my companions were entirely old age. Once again I did not dare to fall asleep, so I just stared at one point and again lost in thought.

To my inexpressible joy, I did not have to miss for a long time. Soon the bus braked sharply and, rocking to the side, drove into the bus station. The people quickened to life and, muttering and jostling, began to go outside.

“Ultimate,” I thought, and hanging the backpack on my shoulder, I also followed.

Honestly, I had no idea where I was. The bus station was located next to the market square, some small shops were immediately visible, between which small groups of people scurried about.As if I did not leave anywhere. Having hung a cigarette on my lip, I grabbed my backpack more comfortably, and slowly walked along the street, not having any ultimate goal. The only thing that was important to me was that I should not have climbed deep into the village.

Having bought a couple of pies and a half fresh milk along the way from the attendants, I found a secluded place in the shade of a small bush and had a light snack.

- So, what's next ... - I lit up again and looked around.

Remembering my recent experiment, I concentrated on trying to sense the consciousness of the inhabitants of this village. Accurately fulfilling the task, the talisman gave a powerful impetus, and lights one after another highlighted the consciousness of living beings. It turned out to be even more effective than I expected. First, I realized that I had chosen the wrong direction. Just where I was going, the points were the most. And secondly, not far from myself, I noticed one trembling light. For the last time, I used to trust my intuition. And if we take into account that for reasons unknown to me, the talisman was driving me with quite interesting personalities, now this light attracted my attention not by chance. Perhaps this was the result of work at a deep, subconscious level, when, I myself, not realizing that, I selected for myself partners who were ready to realize my not yet fully formed desire. But no matter how it was there, I abruptly rose and walked in the direction suggested to me.

Search had not long. Among the heaps of attendants, not to notice the fragile sweet girl, it was extremely problematic occupation. She stood near a small patch and tried to hang a rather weighty package on the handle of a bicycle. Touching her mind to make sure I was not mistaken, I became even more interested. The girl was in a slightly excited state. And although she tried to seem calm, playful blush on her cheeks, and the haste of movements, gave her with giblets.

"It is interesting that she was so excited ...", - I stopped a little distance, watching her.

The solution was not long in coming. Hanging up the package and paying off, she deftly jumped on the bike and set off. As soon as her crotch touched the bicycle seat, her mind flashed with a new force. Slowly pedaling, she gently shook her hips, sliding her pussy on the leather saddle.

- Hot thing ... - I smiled and, throwing out the bullhead, headed for her to intercept.

The girl enthusiastically pedaled, occasionally glancing around. Short shorts made, apparently, from old jeans, exposed her moderately slender legs, and the beacon on thin spaghetti straps, loosely hung on her fragile shoulders, allowing in her cut, fleetingly glimpse of her cute breasts. She could have been given no more than eighteen years on her face, and her long blond hair and defiantly fingering nose tip made her little face naively childish. I resented my zeal a little, but then, having decided that I still needed to get at least some information, I waved my hand to her.

- Hello! - I shouted, having caught up with the cyclist.

The girl was traveling, completely surrendering to her interesting occupation, so she did not immediately pay attention to my hail. Just noticing my waving hand, she abruptly stopped, staring at me.

“Hi,” she said, a little annoyed.

The bitterness of disappointment slipped across her face that she had to interrupt her fascinating journey. She straightened in the saddle, and the beacon treacherously stretched across her chest, wrapping her already strong nipples.

I didn’t bother trying to invent pretexts. Already a tested version with a removable housing completely suited me, so having slightly touched her consciousness and having made the necessary corrections, I immediately got down to business.

- Hello. Sorry to be distracted - I tried to look extremely welcoming - but I just arrived and I need to stay somewhere for a while. Can you tell me? I will pay well.

For a moment, thinking, she looked at me with interest and shrugged slightly.

- I'm not whimsical. I just had a roof over my head ...- I looked at her curiously, still trying to determine her age.

“Perhaps ...” she drawled mysteriously. - No, I do not know. You can ask your parents.

On that and decided.

It turned out that they do not live very far, closer to the edge of the village. However, she does not like riding around the village, so she usually makes a small detour along the road. This avoids the dogs constantly striving to cling to the heel. Assuring her that I was not in a hurry, and absolutely not averse to take a walk, we set off.

I took a heavy bag from her handlebars to make her more comfortable to keep her balance at low speed, and I walked along beside her. Having a little accustomed, the girl told me that her name is Natasha, and she came to her parents for the holidays. She graduated from school last year, and now she has already been transferred to the second year of a graphic artist. To my exclamation that she looks very young, she laughed merrily.

- Little dog, puppy to old age! My father likes to say that, - she again gave me a radiant ...