The woman is so arranged that it is not capable of unselfish relationship, she just cleverly disguises his greed. Higher female aerobatics is to convince the man that she loves him to butterflies in the stomach and nothing she from him is not necessary. Type, it to it just flaming lyuboff to the grave. The man is genuinely being on these butterflies in her stomach and enjoying her extended on demand to the rolls. The easiest option that as a result of ardent and disinterested love are born, the children whom he must feed and maintain. More complex, when a man has a business or real estate, and after a couple years of flying butterflies in the stomachs the lady became the co-founder and co-owner of the property.
But I digress. The story is actually about me. Frankly, the favorite of women I've never been because I'm out of the ordinary proletarian family and looks at me the most usual. Classmates behind me do not suffer for me did not run, and in the army in the regiment there were only four female storekeeper and wife of the chief of staff for the posts of librarian, so that in the army I was female attention really deprived. The situation changed radically once I dembelnulsya. I applied in the preparatory Department of the Institute, and went to her parents to wait for a call to study. The month I lived at my parents and was amazed at the number of brides zakrezewski around me. Every second thought is enough to give me a couple of times and get pregnant, and her personal problems will be solved permanently and radically. But I was crafty beyond his years, and flogged potential brides using appeared at the Indian condom.
Then I entered UNIVERSITY and potential brides ceased to attract. Beggar student, the bridegroom, as we know, is unenviable. Had the opportunity to use practical or unscrupulous classmate. One classmate even I will explain in more detail.
In the first year, right before the New year, I go to his komnatuha in a student hostel. Went through the watch with a strict doorman and a group dressed in the uniform of the Marines, students, vigilantes, and started to climb the stairs to your floor. And I hear from under the stairs or the squeak felts low moan. Go down the stairs back and privative lighter, see under the stairs, three strange figures, one female figure and two male. Moreover, the female figure a very disheveled and half naked, a male figure, though clothed, but lowered pants. I must say that though I was a freshman, but was already a famous public man and was on the Board of the campus. And I, as a member of the student Council, was impossible to pass a created outrage.
- Go into the light! I said with a stern voice.
First came the girl, she was my classmate Natasha. One of the men was a third-year student, second, judging by the surroundings and a long beard, was not a student. Bearded buttoned his pants and immediately moved me to the offensive, swearing at that, swearing. He got because of belt knife, the size of a Turkish scimitar and waving scimitars in the manner of the ninja went up the stairs at me, hoping to chikoti my Adam's Apple. I used the situation that I was on the stairs above him, slightly leaned back, and then putting a foot kicked him sharply in the sternum with the heel. Bearded collapsed on his back, trying in the fall to seize the air and thundered down the stairs, dropping the knife and empty your pockets. The third-year, having lost the mate, sharply darted past me up to the floors, apparently ran for help. I have sealed the victory over bearded, having moved it a couple of times with ottyaga in the stomach, and taken his scimitar and taking a girl moved to my room.
She was shaking from the experience and anger. However, Natasha quickly brought myself up, washed my face, I tipped her water from a Cup over a basin.
- Scum! – she hissed through clenched teeth, - I from the movie were in such a beautiful insistence, and they grabbed me and dragged me under the stairs.
- And you're not shouted out loud? – I did not understand - in the same 30 metres around the corner and watch the guards on watch.
- Scream here! – she insisted, - When the knife to my throat ....
- Yes, this knife is no joke - I agreed with her, considering the trophy scimitar. The scimitar was clearly homemade and was forged in a rural smithy. It was before this technology, when the outer bearing race hub KAMAZ heated in the forge to red and, severing it, forged alloy steel, excellent blade. The only disadvantage of this blade was his quick rusting, so he looked undignified, but the steel was very strong and the knife was razor-sharp.
-They are there for me, even the chest nicked! – do not let Natasha and unbuttoned blouse, dumped out my breast size. Despite a bleeding cut above the left nipple, the Breasts were quite attractive.
- Maybe the police will come and declare them? – I suggested.- I'll be a witness.
- I'm not going to say! – she waved a hand, my fiancé is in the army and I don't need the publicity.
- And who is your fiance?- I asked, more to calm her down.
She immediately calmed down, took her purse a few photos and handed them to me.
That's my Misha! She poked at the hero in the pictures. The picture was colorful. But the background of the dust-Laden armored personnel carriers stood three heavily armed fighter in famously jaunty Panama hats and vests for summer field uniform. Misha stood in the middle, and casually held at the ready mortar, the AGS-17 in the manner of a machine gun. I knew how much weight the AGS-17, and if one holds it at the ready, so dope he had in the world. Somehow I immediately got sick to interfere with Misha to join him in the showdown.
- And when he was at the vet? – I asked just in case.
- He has another year to serve, she said. And without waiting for a leading question, blurted out, rolling his expressive eyes and clasping her hands.
- I love him so much! Love so much! We in the fifth grade together.
- Good luck to you! I wish I was.
Natasha just calmed down, threw on my jacket to cover the torn clothes, and went up to my higher floor. I have just waited for the escaped third-year student with a support group, but nobody came and I fell asleep.
The next day was Sunday and I was going to sleep until noon. But at 10 o'clock in the morning someone knocked on the door of Natasha, gave me back my jacket and brought pan fried potatoes with meat. I am not eating potatoes with meat, but while I was brushing my teeth. Nataha quickly laid the table, cut bread and pickles. I sat at the table, I had to get sannicandro half a bottle of vodka. Nataha drank 50 grams with me and watched as I was eating the potatoes. I looked at her, and any feelings I had, she was not beautiful and five feet tall, in General, not my favorite type. Besides, she was obviously not Russian. To ask about nationality was indecent, but judging by the facial features, she was or udmurti, but as it turned out, she was the Komi-Permian. That day we parted in a friendly way. In the future we had developed a very friendly relationship.
Some of our classmates mistakenly thought we were friends with her genitals, but nothing like this. We just talked a lot, about three or four months. She helped me to learn. Writing all my notes and coursework, drew charts and made drawings. Her hand was hard and craving for creativity there. She also fed me. Name was often in my room to eat home-made soup or cooked right in my room on a hotplate. For a poor student regular feeding is very important and stimulating factor. I usually lay in bed and loved to watch her cook. Nataha didn't do when cooking is not a single superfluous movement. Nothing fell from her hands, not tipping and not spilled on the floor. The peeled potatoes were definitely enough for soup or zhareha. In the trash is not left virtually nothing. And she washed me a shirt. Ironed pants and washed my pants. I do not understand. She behaved like a wife with her husband. And while sex we have missed completely. I sometimes forget, forget about the groom Mike with mortar at the ready, and held her gently by the shoulders. She was freed from my arms, but not sharply, not giving any aggression. On February 23 she gave me an expensive men's Cologne. I in response, on March 8 gave her perfume. In General, we became close with her any longer, and the lack of sex has confounded me. Besides, she didn't restrict my personal freedom and intrigue with other ladies looked with full understanding.
All resolved in the end of March. I was with a party fairly drunk, Natasha cooked dinner and rustled past the bed of the table to the stove. At one of the corners I grabbed her across the waist and dragged into the bed, caught her kiss in the gums and unexpectedly received a response from her kiss. My libido instantly flashed a bright torch, it is understood, got out of bed and turning off the stove, returned to me under the blanket. I undressed her and five minutes kneading her body, she moaned and squirmed and was clearly not against continuing, but my hand out of her panties pushed furiously.
- What are you!? – she hissed indignantly, - I Have a fiancé in the army, I can't go there.
- Where are you? I asked on the machine. She froze for a second, thinking.
- I'll be right back. Wait! and she left, throwing on a naked body robe and the robe slipped on my jacket. I lay in thought for about five minutes or seven. Where she went was not clear, and what she's up to, it was even more confusing. At that time there was rampant eroticism and domination of pornography and the people in sexual issues were focused on their own fantasies and folk traditions.
Eight minutes later she returned with a tube of baby cream in his hand and squeezed out the cream on her palm, liberally smeared this cream on her crotch crawled over me and lay down against the wall, his back to me, while leaning his forehead to the wall Mat.
Come on! – she snapped in a hard voice. I, not knowing what to give and where to give started randomly poking Leather the Other in her crotch. She took the initiative, and, thrusting his hand between her legs, grasped the Leather for the head and added it to his chocolate eye. I only devenuti and the Leather sank into her warm depths. It seemed to me that we came at the same time. And, judging by the hospitable eye, and her skillful manipulation of the theme, I was not the first visitor to her chocolate eyes. Apparently Misha-grenade launcher was designed this entrance from the school and achieved some success.
Since then, appable happened to us very regularly. A tube of baby cream she carried in her purse and Maznov your chocolate eyes, gave me on the first request. Few months I this situation is very worried and wound up, as a man. And then really began to strain. First, during the fucking always smacked of gavnetso. At least she bathed. Though she was Cosmopolis. But the delicate scent of feces pursued the process from the time of planting and before taking out. Then, ordinary women lubrication never ends, lubricant flows from inside of her, and when capable always had grease to add, and this is again more smell gavnetsa. Capable good with hunger, when stuck on the third motion cumshot, and regular sex, there is a fear that the point of the partner began to smoke from the friction. In General, it is a surrogate and substitute for regular sex, and as every surrogate he never replaces the original. I tried several times to get a fuck, but to no avail.
- My parents would kill if I was at a wedding won't be a girl! – Was it a strong argument.
Maybe it's the folk tradition are, to have a little girl at the wedding with hemorrhoids and prolapsed sphincters, but with the virgin. XS, I never thought about it. But the situation has started me to really strain. I just started to miss the usual pestanas iable with her zakazivaem to the full depth, nice accompanying odors and other nishtyak.
Fortunately, the situation razrulit itself. Misha-fiancé for six months to muster came under enemy fire and wounded were taken to the hospital. Natasha transferred to part-time and went to the hospital to nurse the groom. Then they returned home, got married, and I'm part of a student group they had at the wedding. Misha moved after being wounded badly, was with two medals and the order. He called me to him and he shook my hand, thanked for the fact that I saved the Coordinates from rapists and actually helped her. I humbly lowered his eyes and crumbled in the second thanks. Later Misha and Natasha, lived happily ever after, like in fairy tales. I understand, Natasha used me, brightened me on the hardships of the expectations of the groom from the army.
History of the second. I received a diploma of higher education and the distribution was on a huge factory for the position of superintendent. In my submission, had a hundred women of different ages, thickness, hair color, and nationality. The labor collective was divided into four sections. Each link was my aunt-sectional, and man, mechanic, Adjuster. The habit I choked in the wave of female attention. A month ago, I was poor and nobody wants a student, and I'm a Specialist, Master, Leader and just an honorable man. Some women and tries to chat with me words to make a joke or just to chat over life. In General, the women's team has some peculiarities. I was very surprised when some young and married women began to make me very broad hints about the joint relationship. And I habitually filtered divorcees and single ladies began to pay attention to them. But there it was. Ladies, who had lived in solitude, begins to appreciate his solitude and contacts almost was not, and men were not interested. I did not anyone to impose his friendship, the more so the more experienced Department heads had warned me once that if I have someone of the employees involved in the scope of their sexual interests, then I will have to work for it at the machine. I these words did not attach any importance, believing it is the envy of my youth and popularity.
To the post of head of the shop at the mill I got the appendage as the post responsible for safety. And as responsible for the security I was responsible for the existing factory mounting guns. Responsible about safety, know it all, and it doesn't even need to comment, something about mounting the guns need to be discussed separately.
In these times when motor vehicles with punches launched by the Chinese that these drills are sold even in confectionery among rolls and pastries, with the task to hang curtains or a shelf on a concrete wall, even the blonde with the hammer drill.
And departuretime times securing the curtains or shelves on the wall Khrushchev, the average man takes one working day, for slotting bolt main walls is no easy task. In manufacturing and in construction, for driving nails into the wall there was mounting guns. Without going into technical details, the device was stuffed with a cartridge and a separate plug of heavy-duty steel. When fired, the cartridge dowel was shot in almost any material. Were the craftsmen, they were called pistoletiki, who scored the dowel into the steel rail. Here I am at the plant and was responsible for mounting these guns. The dowels in the rail to score they could not, but to use a gun could.
And here comes to me she asks of my shop and asks in her home to shoot the wall kitchen cabinets. Allegedly, she and her husband bought a new kitchen, and to attach the cabinets to the wall is very difficult in monolithic house.
Agreed Svetka on Wednesday at lunch. Went out with her to lunch with the plant, caught a taxi and in half an hour brought quickly to her house. The house turned out to be a solid cast of nine. Cast is built on the technology of sliding formwork, if anyone knows.
The man She was at work, but it was handy and prudently, the lockers are assembled and on the wall drew the attachment. Even the places for the dowels noted by the crosses. I assembled the gun and half an hour slammed to the wall with dowels, according to the marked crosses. Happy the hostess got me from the fridge brandy in the form of payment, and the second bottle put on the table and proposed to celebrate the completion of the works. I did not refuse.
Sat down with her new kitchen, she sliced a bite to eat, I spilled the drink. They had a drink. She asks stasis flushed, excited, and even began to laugh as it is enticing. I poured on the second, sit, sit, chat with her about anything. And she talks, laughs, and her eyes are such a deep and enveloping. And I sit and timid, she's a married woman, older than me ten years, two children, a good hostess, the very lovely, only slightly overweight. That's the paradox, from me to her liking and she did not seem to mind, but how to cross the dividing line, I can not figure out. We popped for the second brandy. Sveta looked at his wrist watch and says
The husband will be in four hours, children three hours to get home from school.
And I didn't understand what she's saying. Apparently she realized that I was stupid. And said plaintext
or Three hours the whole place to ourselves. Leave the cognac and let's go kuvyrknutsja.
Me twice to invite is not necessary. We escaped from the kitchen and rushed to race into the hall, throwing on the move clothes. In the hall I was half naked and rushed to the bedroom.
–Wait! – stopped me shout hostess.- Not only in the bedroom! Do not defile the marriage bed! In my room the sofa converts.
I just marveled at the hostess worries about the purity of the marital bed and quickly spread her sofa in the hall. Light undressed quickly, as a soldier recruit in quarantine and lay back, taking the working position. I'm jumping out of jeans and took off his shirt, I noticed she has very lush vegetation in the crotch. I usually came across women with thin red vegetation in the crotch, and vegetation can not be called rather weak fluff. And She is from the navel underneath that was real hair in the small curly, and it looked like fleece from sheep. I climbed on her with a hard and several times poked it in fleece, hoping to find the entrance intuitively. But where there! Seeing my helpless attempts it the index and middle finger of his left hand opened a hidden door among the felt Mat, and the right hand sent my Leather. I plunged to the desired depth, she gasped, and invitingly moaned in rhythm to my movements. I did not torture the Leather on the first lap and shot out after a short time. We lay with her for a minute to catch my breath, then she went to wash and bring the brandy from the kitchen.
As she walked into the kitchen, I noticed that hair from the crotch of her sticking out, even back there where poluzhopiya. And it looked like the tail of does walking around. It came with brandy and a snack, but I quickly put her cancer and immediately rushed to check the entrance to the area of its cleft tail. The entrance from there was much freer, I successfully planted without her help. Fry her cancer was much more convenient, as all fat women rear entry it was much more convenient. Sveta moaned, squealed, groaned, I changed several times the position, had offered her on her back, drove her upstairs, turned sideways, again put cancer. Interestingly, at this time, the entrance amongst her pubic Kosm is not lost and remains open to the input, or the Skin track to the entrance was made, whether it is the physiology and the door itself opened. After half an hour of active Bang she's clearly exhausted, ceased to scream and holler and only muffled moaning softly in rhythm to my steady movements. I'm exhausted. He pulled out and lay down with her.
- Light, maybe another time Conchita? I asked her.
- No, no, no!- she retorted, - Let's stop now, I this is the most fun and you will not be eggs to be sick.
I noticed a concern about my balls from the unfamiliar woman. Again put her cancer and, loosening his internal chakra came from the heart. She felt it and screamed thinly hare. We lay with her for about five minutes to catch my breath and strength.
-Maybe one more?- I asked her.
Yeah I don't mind it. she replied. But children will come in half an hour and need to clean the apartment and ventilate the room.
I quickly Packed up and left, taking home a nail gun and gift brandy. She asks me just took off. The evening before I went to sleep, and I dreamed of jumping on me Lights with dangling Breasts and a cleft tail, and I rode her with mounting gun at the ready.
The next morning I waited for her to Kombinatskaya the entrance, hoping to talk to her again. But it is with the morning shift showed up. I immediately flooded the black pillows, and suddenly her husband showed up and killed from jealousy. Noticing my feelings, the other foreman, a colleague of Ivan Ivanovich calmed me down.
- You're yesterday Sveta from lunch is gone and the gun is killed?
- She paid for the service in the accounting Department of the plant, so that no crime, ' I answered.
-Yes, me it without a difference payment to the accounting Department. – Answered Ivan Ivanovitch, But if she paid in kind to you personally, then you will have to get to her machine for her.
Again, I do not understand hints Ivan Ivanovich.
Light appeared at work an hour and a half.
- What happened? I asked her carefully.
- Yes, the bus was late. – Calmly she replied.
Since that has not happened a single week to Light worked a full week. Then her children unwell, she took a leave of absence to the doctor. She took a leave of absence to attend the funeral of her husband. She met relatives of the plane, she accompanied the family on the train. And I couldn't, as her immediate supervisor, to stamp my foot and announce her a reprimand. One-time access to her body gave her a lot of favors, indulgences and other Goodies at work. A month later, she aberela and demanded to raise her qualification and to raise the salary. I realized that I was, and if I had otahal a dozen women from the shop, they would have eaten their whims and I'd have to quit.
In support of its release, I conducted another experiment with sex at work. I was in the shop Olya Intern after College, he worked in production control. She was hoping to stay in the shop, but I knew that she already has an order to transfer her to the other town, to a new plant. I invited her to the lab to discuss the results of its practice, wait until people go away with the change and banged the Intern cancer in laboratory revolving stool. It turned out to be very comfortable, the chair spun on the screw and Olga the Intern could fuck cancer, and then rotate it together with a chair and to roll her on the cheek. The next morning, Olga came to work and called and said that was very cold. Not otherwise, a draft happened from spinning her in the chair, I thought. To the transfer to another plant, it almost worked. Every day she was there a good reason to get out of work.
After that, I came to the conclusion that my colleagues, heads of departments, no wonder I was warned that Affairs with subordinates, I mean, office romances are not going to benefit the working process and career. However, in the circumstances, and you can fuck favor with those who like to access at work access to the body and make a career out of it. And I this opportunity was used about a year. I figured all the women -careerists willing to give me for the sake of improving their position on the plant. Some of them wanted to transfer from monotonous work in the quality control laboratory, others want to work only the early shift. One team leader, Maria Ivanovna, a woman in age 20 years older than me, had caught me stealing and dug the earth with his hooves, so I can pilfer off the marriage and had not handed over documents to punishing bodies.
Over the past year I've found myself another job at another plant in another city, and because the mills were part of one Ministry, I just applied for a transfer. When translating, don't quit. Just here I had taken over, and there took over. No one knew that I was converted, and a week before the date of Affairs was a holiday, which today is called corporate. In the dining room of the plant set the table, the booze, the music, as usual. Women drunk, began to sing and dance.
Dance strongly enough. I was all over that. Drunk women-career girls decided to use the time and dragged me in the back in the dining room and were given directly into the cutting table. Despite my youth and activity, I got a flat on the fifth climber. Apparently I just have not calculated the forces. And viagra in those days had not yet been invented. So the desire to fuck at the party, I like that is missing. Five careerists left netrahannaya. I made an exception only for Ivanovna. Her brightly painted lips and a full mouth of gold teeth just woke immodest desires. I invited her into the back room, she, as a woman is very smart, started to undress, but I simply stopped, took her by the ears and pushed her limp Leather Other in the circle of her gold crowns. It seemed to me that she was offended, perhaps she was expecting the fiery standard fuck.
Shameless woman, robbed the plant and the state, and wanted to get rid of it quick. It probably sucked for half an hour, I never finished. She sucked without enthusiasm, and maybe some gold teeth, her gums were tight, and did not contribute to the quality sucked. Half an hour later I pushed her and was glad that the criminal case is not it will not. She immediately lit up with happiness and enthusiasm again buried his mouth in privallege Karannagoda. A woman's enthusiasm is a great thing. I finally finished and let the liquid jet for her crown. And she was happy as a youngster. I, too, for she was glad.
Only after that I swore off not to have office romances. It is an easy path to the girly body, but good is never ending.