I had a wonderful and wonderful dream. Spring blooming garden. The path to the house of pebbles and smooth pebbles in the midst of greenery and flowering garden. Open door, the smell of coffee and fresh pastries. But soon I woke up and went out on the porch ... Such a wonderful late evening ...

The world was immersed in the red of the sunset, which wrapped the bottom of the horizon. He greedily absorbed the picture of the passing day, breathed in the evening air, which was drained by a light refreshing draft through a gap in the tightly closed window frame. It is precisely in such moments that the need to live is felt more than ever. Live. Rejoice foliage, sky, children. To children ... I suddenly felt an urge to press a little man to me, whom I had never had before. Hear his clumsy tramp ... Hold him in your arms and kiss. Dreams, dreams ... Although Rita will definitely give me my heir! Okay, I'll go back to bed, because getting up is very early. The war is not over yet. My girls are sleeping ...

It dawned. Birds zachirkali, the sun painted the horizon in pink play. The morning began to take its toll, thinking about life and love, and not about how to shed blood. But you have to - nemchura, as warriors, stubborn and disciplined. We'll have to ... In the meantime, charging, chopping wood and breakfast ...

Yes, my girls just wonderfully let me down. Now we have to go to the division of the NKVD, find out how things are - soon we are going to the Crimea, until Manstein blocked our railroad. At the same time I went to the hostel for commanders. And Ksyusha settled down pretty well, or rather, they arranged it. After all, everyone knows that she is the niece of the general. Okay, I'll go to her, make her a surprise. But a surprise came out for me.

Half-naked and hot from sleep, Ksyusha suddenly threw her arms around my neck and began kissing so sweetly, firmly pressing her whole hot and resilient body. Here is a scoundrel - my "old friend" immediately woke up and rested against her tummy. And she’s my ear - Dmitry Timofeevich, I have a big request. Deliver me from ... well, you understand ... Hello, I am your aunt! More precisely - I am your Uncle Dima, please, I ask you ... Yes, Nastya will shoot me right away! What are you, Ksyusha my sweet!

- Uncle Dima, and here you are wrong! Do you know what she said? What I give my virginity to this man, lo! Yes, I am already 18 years old - I'm an adult! And yet, laughing, Nastya told me: “Ksyusha, you will be the only girl in the Soviet Union who the general himself will deliver from virginity!”

Well, laugh and sin with these young girls! Well, do not deny this pretty beauty, and even in such a delicate matter - the insult will be wild. Okay, he showed his guards through the window that everything was all right and they had a rest for half an hour. But I had no rest! Near such a stunning half-naked girl!

Ksyusha retreats a step, unleashes a belt-ribbon, and clothes fall to her legs ... Silver of the morning envelops her all, highlights the chiseled figure, neck, shoulders, arms, chest, hips ... Enveloped in this magical light, in a halo of fluffed disobedient hair that looks almost black now, it seems to be an unearthly beautiful creature ...Brilliant, witchcraft eyes beckon, attract the eye, I can not tear myself away from them, I sink, I dissolve in them without a trace ...

Gently take her in my arms and very carefully, as the greatest jewel, I put on the bed ... Hot parted lips, eagerly looking for meetings with my ... Gentle, velvety skin, responsive to every touch of my fingers ... Small mounds of elastic breasts, a smooth bend of the thigh, movement towards ... Stunning, maddening, subtle, barely perceptible, the scent of perfumes and the female body ... Second grimace of pain, quiet half-flip half-tone ... Her hands are trying to make the arms even stronger

I feel like we merge into one ... And then I explode! I am no more, I turned into a firework the size of a galaxy! I scatter in myriads of dazzling colorful lights to the farthest corners of the Universe! ... No, now I myself am the Universe! ... Everything, starting from huge red-hot red supergiants and ending with the smallest particles of bright star dust - it's all me! And it was incredibly wonderful!

I lay there a bit, moving away from the violent passion, and even the verse came to my mind, moreover in the style of hockey, the Japanese writer Basse:

Why, why a rope ladder to my window
Is it winter and snowy white wine?
The wine of the lakes ... They reflect the spring!

Ksyusha suddenly tightly pressed herself to me with her whole body, as if giving permission to continue to caress. The world spun, merging with outlines, and decreasing in size, turning into a special place for two hearts beating in unison, then what happened between a man and a woman happened. We ended up in bed, where her dedication to a woman passed, through blood and pain, embarrassment and passion. We have not done without nuances. But how sweet she is!

At some point, beginning to publish voluptuous moans, she suddenly stopped talking sharply. When I delicately asked what was done wrong, after a minute of agonizing doubts, I was quietly told that she was frightened by her passion, frightened to seem impermissibly dissolute, after which I hardly managed to suppress the ready to break from my chuckle. Having reassured her that it is wonderful that she is so passionate! Then she suddenly offered me to finish in her soft elastic ass, greatly surprised me. This is where Ksyusha has definitely been a long time! She turned out to be a very good young phonet teacher - she taught blowjob and anal sex at the same time. Now Ksyusha did not groan, but obviously enjoyed it! And she added, blushing a little, which still caresses me, “in French.” But since I am in a hurry, she briefly caressed my “old friend” with her sweet mouth - that’s what you, Uncle Dima, refused. Oh young women - you are the name of treachery!

Well, what a stormy passion we had. I even joked, just like on Khalkhin Gol. And I told Ksyusha a poem, I composed it there, then his fighters read in the “War Leaflet” and laughed:

Japanese Kuraki wanted to fight with us

But our pilot Kokkinaki flew to the rear of Kuraki,

And famously showed narrow-minded Kuraki,

Where crayfish always winter!

Well Ksyusha! Ksyusha laughed for a long time, standing in front of me half naked! Similarly, again seduces me! But military matters! Although she is definitely clever - when I got dressed, she helped me, even with a velvety walked through my boots, they say the general should set an example for everyone. Gently, but briefly kissed, as she said - on a good road. This kiss of her long burned my lips. And a little shame for a small speck of blood on the sheet, but then both sisters were not against ...

Well, now and everything - soon we will be in the Crimea! And quickly - 11 Wehrmacht army breaks exactly there!