Oh and goodbye to me with that, that a bathtub in my house has a wall with a clapboard. I bought a two-room apartment in the mortgage not so long, but the repair was almost ready. Besides all the successors of me, the portable peep-shoo room was built from a secret window, in a installed mirror, - as a rule, a bit of a mirror was installed. Mirror accentuated - if you find yourself in a vanity, you see in it your reflection and the reflection of your own private team. The co-parties to the same open a full view of what is in the middle of the room. T. e. Going there, you see everything that happens in the bath.

About the time of the turnout of this product was for me to completely trouble-free. I am not so long ago in this city, on my own. Not so much knowledgeable. However, sometimes luck reminds me of my inescapable generosity. As is the case with my student Irina Nikolaevna.

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It is always convenient to have some inalienable knowledge that others do not have. For example, I once finished a piano school in music school. And then the music school. Although he later mastered another thing, which is much more profitable for the specialist of the average hand, but at the same time I do not stop the practice of playing the phono. And in order to force myself not to quit, and besides, to earn extra money - I always keep one or two students. Even though I'm lazy, it's scary to teach me for some reason I like it. It does not take energy from me, but vice versa. Maybe everyone has such a job or even a few, but not everyone knows about it. People usually come to me different - there are also students of music, there are schoolchildren, and just amateur students. But sometimes adults are also written from thirty and older.

It happened with Irina, for whom, to be honest, I barely found time in the diary. But literally from our first meeting I realized that I did it for a reason. Irina is five years older than me, she is 35 years old, and she belongs to the category of women to whom I am so grateful that if I was a millionaire I would certainly open a charitable foundation for them. Irina is a lover of wearing short skirts or dresses, wrapping her sugar legs in tights. When she first came to me - all perfumed, super heavy, in these dark pantyhose, on heels, step-ladders, with high blond hairstyle, cat-like predator eyes ... I was taken aback and thought that she somehow did not understand the term “lessons playing the piano.

We went to the kitchen and somehow drank tea for a very long time. They talked about this and that, and I was witty and cheerful, which is rare for me. It happens that you communicate with a person - and there is not just an exchange of information, but also an exchange of energy, consonance. Here was a similar case with her. I have especially strong consonance when under the hood of a young lady a big beautiful bust, - Irina every time came to me in monochromatic turtlenecks, which were very appetizing covered a pair of her large breasts, but she didn’t look very vulgar at all.

- What do you want to learn to play? - I asked after long conversations around the bush. - And at what level?
“Oh ... as a child I played well,” Irina replied to me, holding the cup lightly to her lips. She seemed not to drink tea, but only slightly smacked. - I just want to remember, as an additional education. Two years later, her husband plans to move to the United States. And there we will live in a private house, almost in the forest. I will not have the opportunity to take lessons.
- What kind of work is this? - I asked. And I thought: why is it difficult to just say - a hobby. Be sure to have something abstruse - "additional education."
- And the work is interesting. Associated with the scientific work on the US military. Earnings there are enormous. But you will have to live far from civilization. We will have fun in the old fashioned way. Playing the piano.
- Clear.Let's start with the basics, I think?
“Yes,” she answered fluently, “let's begin as you see fit.”

Yes, maybe she once studied, but by the age of 35, apparently, she forgot almost everything. Knowledge of musical notation was completely absent. I had to start from the beginning.
“You're doing pretty well,” I say. Try these two scales to make out at home. It's pretty simple. Just do not forget about the duration. It is necessary to work and legs.
- My legs do not obey at all. She says, putting her hands on her juicy open hips. And a voice like an upset child. Then he laughs. I played without shoes in my childhood. Maybe this is the problem.
- It is unlikely that this should somehow influence, but for psychological calm you can try.
Irina took off her shoes. Methodically, each for the heel. Her fingers under the dark tights were made up, but the color was difficult to determine.
- So it is more convenient, I ask?
“Well, you see,” she replies, smiling, straightening her hair. - After all, it turns out better. Yes, and feet breathe a little.
That evening, after she left, I only imagined that these long legs with beautiful "breathing" feet. I imagined how I told her to check the work of the pedals, to tune them. I go downstairs, I admire her legs and of course I see her panties from below between two honey-bearing hips under a short skirt and pantyhose. I say - you can start playing. At the same time, I myself quickly unbutton my fly, take out my erect penis from my pants and insert it under her leg. Irina presses a member that passes between the thumb and forefinger of her legs, the head is completely exposed. And so many times, not noticing at all that the duration of a note’s sound does not change at all.
By the end of the scale my penis reaches the peak of pleasure and I end with high fountains on these beautiful legs, filling the whole foot. But this, of course, was not. This is my sick fantasy.

On the part of the classes were held in a friendly and relaxed atmosphere. I did not say anything so ambiguous to her. And she didn’t flirt with me too. All within the framework of a teacher-student relationship. Pupil Irina was very capable. Sometimes I even forgot that she was a juicy mature female, whose big fruits urgently need to be plucked and stuffed with my hot seed before it cools. And it was really interesting how quickly she grasped everything.

***

It was pouring rain. I already expected to spend the evening without teaching. I thought only a madman would go somewhere in such bad weather. However, Irina arrived on her white Toyota. I couldn’t enter the yard, so I had to go through the rain. While getting to my door, the rain charged so strong as ever. This tropical rain. She came to me all wet to the skin, with floating makeup and not really in the mood. Previously, somehow did not hear from her obscene language. This time there was so much to say about the city in which we live, that I was even a bit scared for her state of mind.

“Can I shower and dry your clothes?” - He speaks.
- This is how to dry? - I do not understand. - Do you have a change of clothes?
- The hair dryer dries everything very well. If you do not bother me lend him a minute to twenty. The situation, you know. - Irina takes off her shawl-cape, from which flows, as if from a floor cloth. Today she is wearing a white knitted dress, which is also very wet and has lightened her already well-fitting figure.
- I have a hair dryer. Powerful enough, I reply, pulling a hair dryer out of the locker in the hallway. And the bathroom is at your disposal.
“I will try as soon as possible, we still have classes,” she says, straightening the dress, which, due to the fact that it was wet, got a little higher when it was moving, than is permitted for business communication. I caught a glimpse of her pink panties under light tights.
Irina, holding the hair dryer so tightly as if the ship's steering wheel during a storm, tore it out of my hands and, remembering the location of my bathroom, slipped in there, slamming the door behind her.After a couple of seconds, the door opened and Ira, with an apologetic smile, asked for a towel and shower gel. I easily provided ...