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We slowly walked along the sandy bank of the river. There was no swim in the mood, and we just walked, every now and then tacking between the rest on the beach and the things of those who went to take water treatments.

We walked with her, holding hands. I was in sneakers, and she was barefoot. In her free hand, she carried her sandals, because their heels were stuck in the sand. The day was falling towards evening, but the sun was still palpably warming. But I felt much more and significant warmth now in my hand, in which I held her tender palm.

Together we are not the first year. She is now twenty four. And I ... I'm much older. Before her in my life, of course, there were other women. But what I feel, falling asleep and waking up next to her, is no match for what it was before it appeared in my life.

Gentle, fragile, quiet, sensitive, gentle, shy, but at the same time incredibly bright, sonorous, sensual and passionate. And the most important thing is mine and only mine! I know this for sure, I’m not going to spend it in this! ..

Earlier, when I heard the phrase “they are made for each other,” I just grinned and didn’t really understand what it meant. But now I can say that about us with her. No one understands and feels me like her. And I understand and feel it. We sometimes do not even need words to communicate, we can just be silent, being close. And this is not because we have nothing to talk about, just do not want to shake the air, you just want to listen to each other’s silence and breathing ...

Now we also walked in silence. But this did not mean that we had drifted away and everyone was thinking about his own. At such moments, we both thought about us. I was already drunk with the fact that she was walking next to me, putting her palm in my hand. And the bustle of this suburban beach did not concern us. We were with her here together, and everything around us existed as if in some kind of parallel reality.

Of course, our relationship with her is not platonic. We have sex. Much and often. And what! ... I have something to compare with. I have never experienced such a thing with any woman as with her. It turns me on and attracts literally everything in it! And the way she talks and the way she laughs and the way she breathes ... Even the way she coughs. The truth is, at such moments I want to take her in my arms, hug, pull me close, regret and take this damn cold away from her, just to make it easier for her.

During and before sex, both of us sometimes like to do things that many people are even ashamed to say out loud about. And we do not say, we just get up to them! She is my girl, and she has no secrets from me either on her body or in her soul. And I like it a lot. But the most important thing is that she likes her. The main thing is because only then can I truly enjoy myself, when I am sure that I myself give pleasure to her, my girl.

We went through the whole beach from start to finish and now came back. We had to return to the beginning of the sandy part of the coast, turn onto the path to go to the parking lot, where we left the car.

And now the beach is over, under the feet was no longer sand, but trampled soil. We stopped, and she, holding her elbow, put on her sandals. The path led us away from the beach towards a small forest park. Behind him all and left their vehicles Despite the approaching sunset, we were often met by noisy groups of people with swimming circles and other bathing accessories.

“You know ... and I won't get to the house,” she suddenly confessed to me almost in a whisper, as soon as we began to move away from the shore.

- What happened? - I was surprised.

- I really want to write ...

- So what's the problem ?!

- The problem is that there is nowhere.

In response, I tightened my hold on her hand and walked a little faster into the forest park. I admit honestly: I set everything up. And this walk, and the route that we will return, and the time ... and that half-liter jar of gin and tonic, which almost made her drink when we left the car ...and even this wide sundress in which she was now, because instead of him she was going to put on her favorite T-shirt and shorts ...

I have often been here since childhood and knew this forest park very well. Now, with a sinking heart, I led my girl toward the thickets of tall shrubs that grew everywhere here. But no, I didn’t intend to stand “on the whistle” while she was writing there. I intended to witness this process. She knew very well that I really enjoyed watching my little girl pee. And she herself was very excited when, overcoming shame, she showed me that.

In that bank, a gin and tonic had a double meaning: firstly, it was a fairly voluminous source of moisture for her miniature body, and secondly - weak alcohol dulled a little bit of shame, and I had a great chance to see how a thin thread would flow from the depths of her neat shaved slot. When I thought about it, I started pounding in my temples ...

- Ay ... wait, not so fast, I got hooked, ah! ... - she squeaked, making her way through the shrub with me.

Very soon we found ourselves on a small secluded ground about ten meters from the path. Around us we were almost overgrown with human growth, but if we sat down, nobody could see us from the side. We stopped and waited, when those people that could notice how we turned here would go away and disappear from sight. Meanwhile, I turned her face to me, hugged her with both hands and, kissing her little forehead, whispered into her ear:

- Suffer, my baby girl, now, all of them will leave, and you will pee ...

After these words she went limp, also hugged me and breathed deeply, hanging on my shoulders.

Making sure that no one was near us at that moment, I resolutely sat down and simultaneously launched both hands under her hem. He immediately felt thin lace panties and pulled them down. Putting her hands on my shoulders, remaining in her shoes, she obediently lifted both legs one by one and broke up with a completely odd garment now.

I quickly put a lump of their lace into my pocket and ran my hands over the back of her hips, inviting me to sit down. She squatted down. I sat with my knees on the ground opposite her. Her legs had to be moved apart immediately, because my knees did not allow her to bring them down now.

We both knew why we were here. Both worried and longed for the start of this exciting and shameful process. I adore making her ashamed and pushing her to overcome this shame. She sat with a bare pussy, widely spread her hips, opposite me and looked me straight in the eye, waiting for some action or words on my part.

She put her arms around my shoulders again. And I smoothly, but resolutely raised the canopy of the wide hem and put it on her lap. A completely bald slit opened up to my gaze. Seeing that I was shamelessly staring at her there, she chuckled audibly and tried to twist her legs, but nothing came out of her.

“Shhhhhhhhhh, my good one, no need to hide, show me your beautiful pussy ...” I whispered back to her and gently wrapped my thin neck behind my left hand, pressing her forehead to mine.

He ran his right hand between her legs and touched the tips of all her fingers at once to the tender flesh of her warm pussy and soft pop. Made a few gentle circular movements, reveling in touch nudity of my beloved girl.

“O-oh ... I can’t take it anymore ... ah ...” she whispered back, and a little shaken, but I kept her.

- Yes ... Come on ... Pee, my little, pee, my sweetie ... - I persuaded, he continued to tickle his ass and swollen lips with his fingers, carefully penetrating the middle finger deeper between the warm, delicate, but still almost dry folds .

- But there ... your hand, I can not ...

- You can, even as you can ... You will write directly on my finger! You already did that, remember? ..

- Well ... now I will fail ...

- And I will help you ...

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