Five years ago I was in a hysterical search, yes, I was on the verge of hysteria, twenty-two years and no one, absolutely no one, my first love has long melted, I forgot about Romka, how hard I just ran, we were with him so often kissed, purred like two kittens, I sang with happiness, but for kisses he reached for the belt of jeans, I was not ready, was not ready yet and pushed Romka away. Offense, I don’t know, but he ran away and how, by the way, Julia, my classmate appeared and stole him, and he ran like her like a wimp and already signed, so sadly, so sadly, maybe I should let him unbutton his pants, I don’t know, but It was like the best.
I was alone and twisted my head in hysterics, everything is not that, everything is not the same, I like a cat with a moment of heat have roared, but do not let anyone close to them, but only maliciously look around. Sveta got married and was already pregnant, Natashka, this is still a little thing, clinging to Oleg, such a sweetheart, you can even make ropes, even weave a net, so she dragged him in bed and secretly said that she was already pregnant, Oleg is doomed, he is an honest and responsible guy. Irka, who has plans for Andrei, waits from the army, stubbornly sits and writes letters to him, Isolde, already with Zhenya filed an application at the registry office, Valya, worked out for a long time, dragged Lesha by the nose, he even left Peter for her, but behind him, he is also doomed. I stayed and no one in mind, absolutely no one, I began to go mad.
I saw Yurik on the subway, terrible meters in Yekaterinburg, my sister and I came to practice, she teaches history at the university, and she picked me up in the appendage with her students. Yurik
Of course, I didn’t know what his name was, I smiled, I still thought, that's stuffed, I’m making eyes, but after the smile my heart melted, and I was only looking at him. Stupid, but I first came up and said that my name was Ira, and that I was passing by, that I was leaving soon, he said that it was the same passage that was from Tyumen, I was so happy, because I am also from Tyumen. So word for word, we exchanged phone numbers and signed a year later. It happens so, bang and you're in love with the ears, you can not breathe, you can not sleep, the food is not tasty, but I think only of thoughts about it, probably, this is love, but after I left the registry office, I felt as my status as a girl has improved, now I am married, and the next step is to become a mother.
Why I believed in all this, in some kind of loyalty, in some kind of loyalty, a year later I knew for sure that he was cheating, that he was lying to me, but I was silent, only my heart went out, it began to beat less often, there was no pain, resentment, everything began to fade, the colors were dissolved, only my sun daughter smiled at me and laughed. And yet I continued to love Yurik in my own way, to love his hands, his lips and how he caresses me, caresses like a man leading his fingers lower and lower across his stomach, loved his words, which he whispers in his ear, as he hugs, and how a man takes possession of me. I like it all, no matter what, I can't without it, stupid, but for a moment I forgive him and allows him to do with me whatever he pleases, obey his will, with his hands, but not soullessly, in return I get my own, enjoy these minutes, charge and no longer hide my feelings, used to be afraid, shy and even scared that he might think about me, now I don’t care, he’s already erased for me, only his hands and what can give me.
I do not know how you can live without sex, it is tantamount to wrest a part of yourself out of your soul, imagine you are in the forest and do not smell, you eat wonderful food, it is blusher, warm, but you don’t feel its taste, listen to music, but hear only the creak doors, and bed without sex, and sex without pleasure, without orgasm, empty space, silence, vacuum, nothing. And it’s not the divorce itself that scares me, but the fact that I’m left without sex, only this keeps me going, keeps me going, time will change everything, I know, I’ll find my man, even for the night, but mine, no words, no promises and commitments, just wonderful and long awaited sex.
For every word, sex means its own, someone has money, someone has an obligation, someone just has the opportunity to give birth or satisfy his ego, someone has power or fun, someone to come off and prove something, at least, but what is sex for me? I don’t know, I hadn’t thought so hard about him before, I was even scared, but I was not a cold woman, very, very temperamental, no, I don’t throw eyes at anyone, only with my husband and he is my first man, he I taught everything, although I don’t even know how to teach it. However, listening to my girlfriends, I began to realize that the main thing is not the number of partners, but they so boast about it, not beautiful words about love, this is wrong and who speaks about love, thereby looking for excuses in themselves, I realized that there are so many there is so much beautiful that sometimes it captures the spirit and, as most do not understand, they do not understand anything, but only reason. Sex for me is only a prelude, the first step, the first breath before the jump, at first scary, the whole body shrinks, but having made this fatal step, everything ... you are already in flight and you can’t stop at anything that is inevitable and fall to the bottom where there is no land, where the fall is infinite, as are your feelings. For me, sex means a lot, and I surprisingly love it more and more, I am even afraid to admit it, but it is so.
Spring was early, hot, the snow was melting so violently that whole rivers formed on the street, it was impossible to walk with a carriage, but everyone was afraid not that, but that the river was rising, which is what happened. Tura, it is a small river, although navigable, but small, rose so rapidly that the news reported its level from the front, that's 4 meters, by the evening 4, 2, and in the morning it was all five meters. In the north, the river had not yet opened up, so the water slowly departed, the sun was hot, I walked with Varya in the park, and in the evening, when Yurik returned, turned on the news, he always watched them, found out that the water had risen to 7 meters, because almost four floors, and it seems she was not going to stop. There was a flood, but after it came a real drought, heat, rain, it poured only three times, then there were fires, we have many clever people who believe that they control everything and began to burn last year's grass. And again the news as from fronts, a whole dacha village burned, then a village, somewhere the warehouses are being extinguished, no one is allowed to enter the forest, everywhere there are announcements, sometimes I hear sirens in the city, but it seems as far as the game, while the echoes of the fire did not come to the city. The smoke slowly blanketed, stretched, as if the air itself had acquired a whitish hue, it began to pinch in the nose, and tears to the eyes. I stopped going out, closed all the windows, saved the air conditioner if it were not for him, I would have suffocated, and then Olya and her son came
I saw her only once, at the wedding, she came with her son Slava, she is studying, probably, in the seventh grade or the eighth grade, frail as a reed, Yurik for him uncle. Olya lives in the village and the fire did not bypass them this year, the whole street burned down, Olya sobbed so much, she sobbed, I didn’t even know what to do, because the house was all for them and could not calm her down. She left in tears, they were given a small amount as fire victims and it was necessary to put a new house until the cold, so Yurik agreed that Olya and Slava would stay with us at least for the first time. Olya left for a week, then came to visit her son, she no longer cried, resigned to the inevitable that everything was lost, now her jaws were clenched, they blamed the administration for pulling supplies of materials, then electricians who did not install there pillars, she blamed everyone, in her eyes I felt that she blamed me too, that I lived in the city and everything seemed to be fine with me.
We lived with Eureka's parents, they have a large apartment, although everything is conditional, there are four rooms, but the rooms are small, the entrance hall and the kitchen are like a corridor, the parents themselves went to help build up the village, and I stayed with Valya and Slava. The days dragged on, it was not boring, he turned out to be quite talkative enough, that is, he could keep up the conversation, read, and didn’t walk at all, and I wouldn’t have gone out, and then there was someone else’s yard, everything was foreign, but over time we found a common language, he helped me with my daughter, even bathed her myself, I watched him, it was interesting to watch how he pours water from her shower, and she squeals and splashes. At some point I noticed, though, what was it about how he carefully looked at the plump pubis, at that very small crack that distinguishes boys from girls. I was jarred at first, as if he was looking at me, because the daughter was me, and I was she, and so clearly felt this look, which was not easy, but she didn’t do anything, it’s stupid to drive the guy out of the bathroom just because it tickled the nerves.
However, the next time I myself asked him to buy Valya, for some reason I remembered how he looked, it was naive to say, but in my heart I was even glad about it. She stood for a minute, trusted Slava, he followed Varya closely and did not allow her to splash too much and dive headlong into the water, although she loved it terribly, though she sneezed and could cry, but she loved diving. She came out of the bathroom, put the porridge to warm up, they came out only when they kicked them out, her eyes began to stick together, she was tired, she had to feed them, wiped it and ran to her desk, flashing brightly. Until Slava arrived, she still ran around the house naked, hot, only because of Olya, I began to dress her, she too drilled me and her eyes and several times made me a harsh remark, well, okay, what matter to her gaze. After a few minutes she was sleeping in the crib, Slava wanted to cover her, I think he needed just a reason to look at the girl, but Varya immediately crucified the bed sheet and stretched her legs turned over from the tummy to the back.
“Let's go,” I pulled him away and closed the door.
I myself was even embarrassed by the fact that he showed such curiosity, in my stomach as much, everything ached, and yet for some reason it was pleasant that through her he was looking at me, I felt it now sitting in the hall, like he mows in my direction, although he pretends to start reading.
“I'll go to the bath,” and strangely enough, walked past me sideways, I smiled, still a little bit and giggled, but I restrained myself.
He is growing up and now girls are becoming interesting to this boy, for the present so-so, just curiosity, no more, but his thin, barely noticeable antennae are already pecking, but he will soon mature, his voice will change and he will become a hardened male. just could not resist and giggled. Well, you have to figure it out, but it’s nice to think about such nonsense, in the stomach it growls, male, is it? I sat on the sofa and silently choked with laughter, in the end I could not stand it and went to the bathroom to rinse my face, it was so hot, but I forgot that the bathroom was gone and Slava.
She burst in, flung open the doors and just flew in, saw the boys back and numb, he sat on the edge of the bath and twitched. It was not difficult to guess what he was doing there, how I acted so stupidly did, broke in, and even small, I did not even close the door on the latch, as I had on purpose. Here is an embarrassment. I blushed. I witnessed an intimate game of a boy, his first possible excitement and an attempt to remove him in the simplest way. Interestingly, is it his intuition, or did he know what to do in these cases, or maybe? ... What nonsense in his head. I stopped in the middle of the bathroom, it is already small, and then he sits with his back to me. Stupid, stupid situation.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, my face was burning, and at the same time such curiosity, such a huge desire to look at his shoulder and see what was there, just like an overgrown girl.
Flying for a few seconds, I did not move, he was naked, water poured from the tap, hesitantly, laid a hand on his shoulder, Slava started, but I didn’t remove my hand, but only felt the heat of his skin.
- Take your hand off! - I ordered.
Reluctantly, resisting, he still removed his hand, clearly saw his thin penis sticking out, he was so tense that he arched to the top in the form of an arc. Standing behind him, she pressed her belly to him, lowered her hands and took in his palm his hard as a rubber club, a member. Once, Sveta showed me such a club of her husband, heavy, black, hard to touch, but if you press with your fingernail, then soft, a trace remains. Slavik all shrank like a beaten dog.
- Do not worry, do not bite - with difficulty restraining myself told him.
And then he gently smacked him in the ear and at the same time pulled his hand toward himself, strength, male strength, I did this to Yurik several times, he really liked it, and he then asked me to repeat it again, though afterwards he grabbed me and carried me into pastel, Now everything is different, I can not leave like this, I did not even understand when I managed to grab his dick and playfully masturbate. The boy started, tolliya moaned, hardly, he just squeezed when he led his hand to himself, and somehow inexplicably sagged when he retracted. Why am I doing this at all, that with me, how could I plunge like that, could not just leave, so damn it. All she did was to convince herself, and she continued to appease his flesh, leading her palm to the inconceivable pace, then forward and now backwards. Disgusting, humiliating, like a girl, who am I? But she continued to do what was begun. Slutty She scolded herself, it was insulting to tears that she could not restrain herself and entered so freely. What will he think of me?
A person, if anyone looked at him, he would not recognize me, it was red, scarlet with shame, but I continued to make alternate movements with my hands, then in front, then back. And as a friend he finished, I didn’t expect, just Slavik jerked, usually I feel approaching, but he shrank and spread his legs wider, I quickly, quickly, I earned my hand and she started to flow, slowly, reluctantly, with weak flaps, she began to flow out of his little dick. I squeezed my fingers harder and held them back on me a few more times. I forgot everything, then as a second ago I scolded myself, sweat trickled down my back, I froze, the feeling was that I was sitting on the edge of the bathroom and someone caressed my knob between the lips. My knees clenched, let go of his penis and slid to the floor, my fingers trembled, toli heat weed cold, I don’t know, I can’t understand. The body ached and became so disgusting that, having found some crumbs of strength, it literally crawled out of the bathroom and, swaying, wandered into her room.
It was ugly, disgusting in my soul, as if I was a scoundrel in a public place, I had never been so disgusting and I still could not get rid of the shame and even when my husband arrived I looked at him with some kind of fear and that night I gave myself to my husband. I wanted him to cleanse me, rid my body of the dirt that had accumulated in me. I did everything and even more, something that I never allowed him, and he liked it, he considered it his triumph when he went into the ass, but I just wanted to, wanted me to be as bad as possible to humiliate myself , lower the floor below, only so I could get rid of the shame that burned me from the inside.
Exhausted, literally raped, I was lying on the bed, the body was still trembling, but for some reason I smiled, stroked his chest and whispered words of gratitude, but the main thing was no shame, I was so cleaned. No, it is not cleared, they simply dropped the accusation that they touched the boy, as if she had betrayed her man, and just that, her man, her temporary, but master. It became easy on my soul, so easy that I spent another ten minutes, calmly recalled those moments in the bathroom. But I decided to divorce. This thought delighted me, so why then I suffered so much, I suffered so much for half a day, I have to make up my mind and tell Yurka about it, after that I fell asleep happily.
A day later Olya arrived, again with something dissatisfied, what kind of person would be glad that there is a son, that they help, her soul is gray, clumsy, and she looks at me as if she were biting, well, okay, to live like that. And then Yurik's parents arrived, they took Varya, they were bored, and they sent us to walk around the city, which I was just glad to, tired of sitting in four walls, but the main thing was that I was tired of idleness. Slavik surprisingly behaved just like a good boy, as if nothing had happened, he was joking, as usual he was cracking his tongue, and maybe there was really nothing, but no, this is not so, he is simply stronger, harder than me. We went to the cinema, the cartoon House, cool, I hadn’t laughed for so long, and everyone was trying to remember the words: you put the wand away and go outside. Surprisingly, rearrange the words in places, and they seem so funny, for a long time I have not laughed like that. In the cafe, I drank a beer, probably, I haven’t tried it for two years, my head immediately began to spin, everything turned pink, they smiled at me, I answered them, Yurik winked, and I whispered Slavik in my ear.
- Did you like it? - whispered so quietly that she barely heard.
“Yes, cool,” he answered with shining eyes.
“Fool,” I swore, “is there in the bathroom?” - blinked, trying to drill through it, but it is unlikely that I have now succeeded.
“Yes,” he replied with a hint as quietly as I asked.
“I will,” she slightly moved away from him, but it almost came over, “that is,” she hesitated a little and added loudly, “we must repeat it.”
Yuri understood my words in his own way, ran off and brought himself and me a glass of beer, I was not a fan at all, but today I wanted to relax, broke free, look at people, that's a miracle, nothing has changed, everything is like a year or two back, people run, fuss, buy unnecessary things and pretend that everything is as it should be. It's funny to look at all this. I sat and giggled, I don’t know whether it’s drunk or drunk from freedom, I can’t say it, but it was fun in my heart that’s all.
In the evening, Varya cried, could not fall asleep, Yuri growled and twitched, demanded that I calm her down, although in my heart, probably my motherly instinct suggested why the daughter cried, Olya looked at her evil all evening, and the child’s soul was open to everything, in the feed part of the negative. “Nothing, nothing,” I whispered to her, tomorrow everything will pass. And again the days flowed one by one, everyone departed, only Slavik left me in charge of what to do with him, Yuri left early, returned late, often he smelled of alcohol, justified that it was at the talks, for work , but I do not believe him, so often he has been deceiving me lately, and therefore I completely stopped believing him, he says, well, let him speak if he wants it, but I knew that it was a lie. Why do children tell the truth, and after they recite cunning, and already after lying, it’s not just adaptability to life, it’s just that - fear and nothing more and the more a person tells the truth, the more cowardly his soul will be.
If it were not for Varya, I would have already escaped, but I would like something else, something, so that everything would ache in my chest, so thin, so high that I could fly for a moment. I so wanted to, and when my daughter went to bed during the day, it was not so easy to lay her down, for that she could literally fall asleep on the threshold, and as they say, where it stays, it will lie there. I went to bed and started to dream, of course, I don’t dream of stupidity in the form of a yacht and car, this is a bluff of civilization, I dream of tenderness, love, and it so happens that everything usually comes to sexual fantasies. I can tumble on the bed, stroke myself, as if it does, he is mythical, that is, from the fantasy hero, my man, and I allow him everything, literally everything to do with me, well, except that I can not kiss myself. It is sad to admit that it is not in reality, but only my imagination, stroking my body, I undress, clothes bother me, fetter me. People already wear these cloths all their lives, it is worthwhile to put them on you since childhood and a person like a doomed wears them day and night, and then they make this an addiction in the form of fashion, they give you everything to cover your sagging, covered with all sorts of boils body, but you polish your face so thoroughly that after looking at the body itself, you distort you and in fear, as soon as you put on yourself, covering up all evil with your favorite rags, rags and rags again. I love to go naked when there is no one at home, it is so free, unusual, but the main thing is easy and natural.
I lie down on the bed and stroke myself, a light, barely noticeable moan, he himself is already pleasant, but you do not hear him, but only feel his frequency, the vibration that passes throughout the body and warms it. The languor, the joy in the chest from touching the body, the fingertips glide over me and you involuntarily shudder, the thin spruces of noticeable hairs bend, the sensation of heat, you feel, but it is not you, and not him, everything mixes right away and can no longer understand , who are you in fact. The feeling is that your whole body is covered with small microminias, they flare up like a thunderstorm, penetrating deep into you, the body instantly reacts, shrinks, the skin becomes covered with goosebumps, but after a second everything changes, you stretch yourself, straighten your body, your joints stretch then light pain , but it is pleasant, the energy from the micromolia will dissolve and you are ready to feel this gentle injection again.
I looked at the bed, Valya sleeps sweetly, turning away, I already without her, without clothes, fingers slip from my chest, from belly to pubis, my skin is smooth and tender, even in the morning when I took a shower I used to shave my habit, I have the same hygiene as brushing my teeth, I don’t even think about it, I just take a razor and a foam and everything is ready. The fingers touch the first hollow, I freeze for a moment in anticipation that I am about to, I gather more air into the lungs, I wait, along with the exhalation, the finger slides lower, first along the edges of the lips. I draw in my head what they look like, a hillock, another one behind it, a hollow, slightly pressing with my finger and it immediately falls, but not deeply, I am waiting again. It becomes harder to breathe, I want to shrink, but on the contrary I straighten my legs and my whole body arches, and then the finger falls and touches the tubercle so carefully hidden between two sponges at the very beginning. The body trembles, micromolt emitted by the finger penetrates me, I shrink, slightly whimpering with joy I press even more with my finger, then again and again and after a while I cannot restrain myself. Wave after wave, discharge after discharge, everything grows and grows, pain in the chest, groin, burning sensation in the nut there, somewhere so deep that I involuntarily run my finger in the depth and calm down a little again.
There are no images, only sensations, how can you transmit the cloud through which you fly, or how, this is not fog, there is no fear in a fall, only a cloud and nothing more, and then you start to see, yes to see, but this is not it, but spots , colorful, such bright spots as a kaleidoscope that I watched as a child, and also music, and it all mixed up, you are ready to laugh, your body is not in you, you just feel a real, so amazing, female orgasm. I close my eyes, squeeze into a ball, as in childhood under a blanket and feel, feel the body, how it floats, melts, soars, evaporates, and then I calm down. Is it possible to forget, is it not worth living for the sake of it, it’s a part of me, and I don’t deny it, but on the contrary I am glad that nature gave me such a feeling of pleasure as an orgasm, and what kind. I open my eyes.
- What are you doing here ?! - I almost shout outraged when I saw Slava in the room - out!
In each of us, there is something thermonuclear, as long as there is no reason, there is no chain reaction, but now there was a reason, irritant, anger, hatred, and all this taken together instantly, in a split second splashed into hyperagression, a second ago I stroked my tummy and now it burned in anger radiating all the rage.
“Juvenile maniac”, flashed through my head, jumping up and shaking tits looking for something to throw at him, I found some kind of cube, but he was no longer there. It is bad at heart, as if spat on her, this is mine and no one has the right to be a witness, much less a participant in my fantasy. "I'll kill him," I growled and plopped back onto the bed, the desire was to tear everything down my path, but to get to this insolent. My heart felt sad, so depressing, I wanted to cry, I threw it on the pillow and slowly pulled the blanket over myself.
I knew and I know that it’s impossible to immediately throw out my grievance, this is stupid and not true, the mind should be behind the emotions, so I lay and struggled with myself. I wanted to become and find him and express everything that I think about him, but at the same time she forced herself to simply lie and wait until I calmed down. I managed to hold out for a minute, then another, then five minutes, ten and fifteen had already passed, and I was still lying and staring at the ceiling. Surprisingly, it was not so bad, I was not even offended by him, and after another fifteen minutes, I was even ready to laugh, which I looked interesting in his eyes when he roared so much, that’s horror.
Everything was better, I was able to relax, chuckled a little over myself and over the sight of Slavka, poor thing, I scared him, I myself had nothing to blame for dismissing the bathroom, but he was a nice boy, he would have bitten, but he was only a boy, but nice . Grabbing courage, creaking stretched swimming trunks, then shorts and a T-shirt and quietly, so as not to wake her daughter slipped into the corridor.
It is clear that he was not there, still, I myself would probably have crouched under the bed after that. In his chest, something was nasty, he remembered again how he was looking at me, I wondered if he was looking for a long time or not, he whined in his heart, sadness, languor, his stomach rumbled, and his groin, something pulsed like a wreath pulsing, only the feeling was a little different, it came from the depths and was pleasant. I froze, trying to understand what it was, I was afraid even to move, so as not to lose this barely perceptible ripple thread. And again I felt this excitement when I lay on the bed and began to stroke myself. “What is this?” I was surprised, “can not be?” For a minute I stood and tried to understand what I felt, “but I like it,” but what I then thought about was what I liked.
I went to his room and knocked, so little that he would still hear me and understand my peaceful intentions.
- Can? - asked almost guilty voice, what is it with me.
No reply followed, turned the knob, opened the door ajar, and cautiously entered the room. He lay on the couch and looked at me, terrified, "what I had done," walked over and sat on the floor near his head. He looked timidly, expecting a trick, an attack, but he waited, did not move, and then I did what I didn’t even have time to think, I just leaned over and kissed him, first on the cheek, but the next moment was on the lips. They were firm, tough, like a partisan, that they brought in for questioning.
“Relax, I'll bite you,” she whispered in his ear and immediately kissed him again on the lips.
Now they were soft, tender, sweet and so intoxicating that I could not tear myself away from them for a minute, but forced myself to do it and while I kissed him I thought of nothing, but only of my kisses that I gave him, confess honestly, then gave it to myself. For some reason, my soul sang, it happens very rarely, she sang, melted, hovered, and for some reason I was very happy about it. As the first kiss, so squeezes the chest, and the heart is treacherously pounding, but I am stupid and naive, I recoiled from him, and again everything got sore. Now his eyes were full, some kind of hope, fear, fear, lack of self-confidence, everything was gone, he stretched out his hand and touched his chest, touched it just like that, and I didn’t even flinch, curled up and didn’t squint on his palm , but only strange, somehow too strange smiled at him.
Slava sat down. "He's a cute boy," sat and looked at his face, he put his hand away and hid his hands under himself, pressed them, so as not to touch me anymore, but sorry, I don’t mind who he is, nor who, distant relative of my husband with whom I still divorced. For some reason, I really didn’t care what happened there in the future and even more so now, I was just pleased to look at him, his eyes and that slightly strained smile, and he hadn’t noticed his mustache before.
- Do you want me to take off? - A naive question, and she slightly pulled the T-shirt by the sleeve, thereby revealing that I would take it off.
- You're lying! - as a reproach to me.
- Not! - I was indignant, but what else did he have to tell me.
I leaned my body back a little and, without giving myself a chance to come to my senses, quickly picked up a T-shirt from my belt and quickly pulled it off, my chest jumped a little and then sank. “This is stupid,” why did I do it, but in my chest it all jumped for joy. I do not even know that I wanted to show by this that I was not angry or that I was beautiful, that I was playing by the rules or you told me I told you, I had no idea what I wanted to say with this act, but I did not experience shame, although I expected no on the contrary, I experienced the joy that he was looking at me and that his eyes literally danced over me like a sunbeam, tickling my whole body.
Probably a minute passed, the pause was delayed and it became somehow awkward, lowered her eyes, her nipples stuck out, brazenly somehow perversely protruded. I felt them, how they itch, disgusting, it sounds like a mosquito bite and I want to scratch, remove this annoying sensation, I could not stand it and pressed my hand to my chest, they became flattened under her fingers, for a moment it became easy, sighed and looked at Glory.
- Do you want me to take off? - repeated the question and snapped her finger on the pocket of his shorts.
“Yes,” he had no doubt this time.
I laughed, literally laughed, it became so merry, that's just what, but now I did not experience some hidden feeling of doubt or stupid position that I sit and show off in front of him, no, and no, I wanted, really wanted undress, just like that, just take and undress in front of him and feel again that tickling sensation of his gaze.
- Then mutually, take off your clothes! - literally ordered him - I can not be alone.
My beaming smile never left my face, she infected him, and he just as merrily jumped off and did not have time to look back as he had already pulled everything off himself and sat down again on the sofa. “Here is a fool and that I am doing this” only I thought, but reluctantly, but slouched my already naively protruding member. Now I could look at him more calmly, almost point-blank, he was thin, inconspicuous, unbroken, without male power at all, which would allow him to look at him and say h-th, he was almost childish. Once, when I was a child, at ten years old, when I became overwhelmed by great curiosity about the boys, I asked Igor, we at my mother’s country house played off our underpants and showed what was under them, promised to take off ours. He agreed and took off, I was just curious, but his boy, if you can only say so, was small, smaller than my little finger, I was even disappointed with what he saw, but I remembered all my life and remembered him many times while lying in bed and stroking his tummy. But now that memory has flooded, as if I’m the very stupid girl and now for the first time I’m looking at the male member, who unwittingly stuck up.
As if hypnotized, I didn’t look away from him, I unzipped the shorts and slowly pulled to the bottom, along with them stretched and melted. It became ticklish, literally it became ticklish and I tore off my eyes and looked at Glory, his gaze was magnetized to what I was doing. I didn’t stop, again this burning sensation in my chest, that for the attack, it burns, it hurts, I pulled off my shorts, sat down and, as you can, slowly took them off.
I first undressed in front of someone else's male gaze. Once I took off swimming trunks in front of a man, but it was by chance, I went to change clothes to put on a swimsuit, I wanted to dive faster and did not notice the man, he did not say a word, but I almost didn’t describe fear. in the bath, she hovered me, I was already about fifteen years old and Uncle Arik entered, but Aunt Valya kicked him out. Everything, no more alien views touched my body, and so now, when Slava looked at me so intently, everything literally turned me over, I couldn’t sit like that, I got up and went to the window.
Why did I do all this, so for the sake of the game, for the sake of fun, so that I would laugh at him or at myself or just feel a pinching feeling in my chest or I just wanted to be with him. For a moment it even became embarrassing, because I am for him an aunt, the wife of his cousin or maybe a second cousin, it does not matter. Turned to him in full growth, so that he could calmly see me all. And again this terrible, aching sensation of pain in the chest and disgusting itching in the groin, there in the inside, in the depths, between the legs, where the lips open revealing the entrance to my cave. I froze. It became even scary for myself, but it did not stir and his look and so drilled my body, literally penetrated through seeing not only his, but also my thoughts and desires, and desires were terrible.
And as a friend, a sleepy daughter appeared in the doorway, she, rubbing her eyes at me, glided not even noticed, and immediately ran to me. The moments and everything was asleep, I turned off and forgot about him, sat down, took her hands on her chest, warm, so tender, she pressed and immediately fell asleep. I was amazed how quickly she turned off, she really fell asleep. She turned to Slava, shrugged her shoulders, saying thus it turns out like this, bent down, picked up her things and went to her room.
Varya slept as if she didn’t wake up, put her back in the crib, threw things, didn’t even think about dressing, but it was also stupid, naive to come back, somehow womanishly, as if she was begging for something. She looked out the window with sadness, closed the curtain to cover the daylight a little, and then took the book and plopped her belly on the bed. There was a sediment on my soul, something unfinished, I did not experience reproach, my conscience was silent, I was free in my soul and could do what I wanted, now it’s just my business that’s all. Light thoughts were replaced by reading, the book was about an alternative history, was fascinated by this topic and understood that history really is not what we are taught in schools, there are a lot of secrets and they are beneficial to many, somewhere for political reasons. or religious, but it doesn’t matter, I don’t condemn them, but there are so many facts that almost the whole story is a lie.
With difficulty she turned away from the thoughts. It was Glory, he touched my leg, came for the bait, since he couldn’t just throw like that, especially if you weren’t driven away. It is naive to think about this, a simple human feeling like curiosity and cognition, but it is so. As soon as he touched, I calmed down, did not close the book, pretended to read, but calmed down, drove all thoughts away and now I felt his hand on my shin. Lying naked butt to him, a pleasant feeling, I again felt a tickling on the body, again his gaze ran from and to me, the body was covered with goosebumps and again in the chest everything began to scream with pleasure and ached. Slightly lowered her head and looked at the bottom, he noticed my view, but did not move away, but sat down on the bed. A brave boy, not naive and sensitive, I felt it by his touch. I turned away, lowered my head, stretched my arms to the sides like, I did it on purpose, so that he would not be afraid of me, of my hands, that I would push or drive them away, I would like a little, but to be in this role, in the role of a flower, which you admire, enjoy, are studying. Pleasant feeling, and I quietly, barely audibly purred.
Glory was not in a hurry, maybe he was afraid of me, and why they were afraid of me, but he didn’t know my thoughts, and therefore he quietly sneaked up, his hand would rise, then go back to his shin, his fingers would press a little, then let go and slide on it. I shuddered several times, it was an unusual feeling, for the first time with me, I was timid, I was a little shy, I was afraid to show at least some initiative, I just waited for the continuation, but he quietly, making as little noise as possible sneaking up, closer and closer. This is how a jaguar sneaks up on his victim, who is hiding in the bushes and is unaware that she has only a few minutes left to live. He bent his head and kissed my buttocks. “Oh my god,” I thought, how amazing it is, how pleasant, just touching the lips, but the sensors on the skin and my thoughts instantly gave out their decision, their answer. My arms stretched out in front, and I slightly bent in the back, lifting my ass to his lips. Yes, I behaved not decently, unleashed, unbridled, just terrible, vulgar, but I wanted this and I do not care about who and what they think, I'm just a free woman.
He kissed again and again, this time his kisses were more decisive, I did not interfere, only lowered her ass, and he continued and continued. He cognized this way, studied my body in the same way, so he kisses my back, shoulder blades, neck, I wanted to turn over and give an opportunity to kiss my chest, but I restrained myself, something didn’t allow me to do it myself, however, if he turned me over or asked, I would lay on my back, but I remained lying on my stomach and blissfully feeling his lips. He stroked his hands, now he did it confidently, like a man, as if he knew me, there was no timidity in his actions; on the contrary, every minute he became more confident and confident and I liked it, inspired, closed my eyes and tried to relax, giving my body to his hands
I don’t know what I wanted next, it was a dead end for me, I achieved everything I dreamed about and even more, I didn’t know what to do about this, lying silently and felt his hands on my body. Glory did not let up, he opened up, the instincts of a man woke up in him, they sleep for the time being, until their turn comes, their time and now, even early, but they woke up. I don’t know how it happens at all, it seems that you didn’t know anything, it was in ignorance that, like in a friend, everything is revealed to you, like a chapter from a book, and in a moment you already know everything. There are no trials, no mistakes, you just know and trust your instincts and follow them, and they lead you further and further. Why this happens, I have no idea, but Slava found the instinct of a man in himself, his hands are not the same as a minute ago, they became strong, they did what a man does. He squeezed my thighs, squeezed my fingers, a feeling of physical strength, spread my fingers apart, my legs slightly dispersed, but immediately closed.
Emptiness in the soul, there is nothing, no solution, only his hands, he is from me a little further away, he held his palms from the waist on the buttocks. I fluttered like a leaf in the wind, what am I afraid that I will be torn off from the branch, from the bed, from the reality where I lie? His fingers confidently walked over the buttocks, slightly parted to the sides, knew what he saw, wanted to see, looked without taking his eyes off, so he allowed further, and he knew that I allowed, allowed, gave the right and continued .
His hands returned several times and again slid over the lower back, again along the buttocks, and each time he moved them apart more and more, and I sagged more and more, and slightly moved my legs apart. I knew what I wanted, I knew everything, but I was afraid, really afraid of it, but at the same time I could not resist his hands, I simply could not even look back, I knew what I wanted therefore I waited, hoped and even prayed.
He slightly spread his legs, I easily let him do it, after his fingers touched my pubis and everything, I just lost, lost my beginning and end, everything merged, what I became, hungry wife, hungry for sex or a woman, or maybe this one too, or maybe I am a whore, but did not know this, did not suspect in myself such disgusting, vulgar desires? What have I become?
I did not resist, he stood between his legs, sank down, his thin member stuck, his instinct did not disappoint, I didn’t have to do anything, he knew what he was doing, he just stuck his pestle into my lips and they seemed to be waiting for it , they just took him in and let him in, and he went right in and so deep that I gasped not in surprise, but because he was finally in me.
This was his first sex, which I could experience besides simple satisfaction, that I kind of ate my husband for his adultery, for his constant lies, for rudeness and rudeness, for throwing my love into the dustbin, I don't know, but I just I lay and felt with my whole body how his little pod slides inside me. His rhythms all the time went astray, then he stopped, then again fell upon him, I just waited and rejoiced, which is what I could rejoice now, knowing the consequences. He ended up as if he had been electrocuted, his business strongly twitched in front, I cried out in surprise, but did not resent knowing that everything was over, some more and he would fall off of me like a leech fall off from his victim sated by blood. And he fell off, collapsed in a businesslike manner on the bed, his chest heaved, somehow obscenely slapped me on the ass, and then he got up and went to his room, without even saying a word of thanks, not a kiss, well, at least that.
They say an apple does not fall far from an apple tree. So it is, he is a copy of Jyrki, it will destroy them and sooner or later, when Slava is older, mature, he will feel strength and confidence in him, he will tell Yuri how he did it to me, the story will be with bravado, as if he defeated the dragon, took it away someone else's wife, but I after all know that it is not so, and it is this chatter, not the restraint in his imaginary heroism and will break it.
Yurka returned as usual late, angry, a little drunk, this became his habit, and so it went on for several days. The next day, I felt ashamed, I avoided Glory, although where I hid in the apartment and yet I was ashamed, pride, self-esteem, dignity, where it all went, hidden insult to myself was gnawing at me, and I could not find a place, although just behaved calmly, as if nothing had happened, so simply and that was all.
These days were enough for me to prepare the ways of retreat. Going to walk with Varya, I folded a bag of ours with her things, so I secretly transported some belongings to a boarding house, rented for six months, not a lot of money, but that's enough, I love my mother and father, they will support me even though they live in another city, and for this I did everything calmly and confidently; I didn’t care what happened there and how Yuri or Slava looked at me, what I care about them.
Whatever happens, I always smile, and now, Yuri swore again, hit him twice, for what I loved him so much, and still I treat him well, even in my heart I cannot give up attachment. Why, that's just the way, if he presses me to himself, smacking me on the cheek, as I melt and is ready for anything, he can undress me almost for all, and if not for his idiotic smile, he would allow it. It was three years ago, I was pregnant, my tummy was already well protruding, we were resting on a career, his friends came, I think classmates, some guys, so-so, nothing interesting, eyes silly, empty. They started talking about nudizky beaches and what struck him in the head that I would go swimming naked, maybe I just wanted to show how beautiful I am, but they’re doing wrong, even with friends. I refused and left, he then sulked, apologized, behaved like a wimp, neither as a man, probably, from that very moment everything began to break.
She put Varenka to sleep, Yuri rushed about what he wanted, maybe something happened, took out some sort of swirl and sat down imposingly on the couch and began to read the moral of Slavka. He nodded, well, one must listen so attentively, do not really understand that they are hanging noodles, fu, wrinkled and went to his room. It was already dark, behind the wall, then their conversation subsided, then flared up again, Yurka conducted his monologue and taught how to live and love. Garbage, how can you teach this if you yourself do not feel anything, pseudoscience leads to a dead end and a fall, and in this case of degradation and if Slavka absorbs his thoughts, then write is gone, although he is already lost, I felt it a few days ago.
Silence, listened, someone in the kitchen slammed the door of the refrigerator, “they will not close again and the milk will turn sour,” I reluctantly got up and went to check. The light in the kitchen did not burn and the door was closed, just in case I checked it and pressed it a little harder, entered the hall, Slavik wasn’t just Yurka in his shorts lying on the sofa. “What did they do here?” She came up, he was upset, his eyes were lowered and they stared blankly at the floor, out of habit patted him on the head.
This morning I cut my hair, tired of my hair, though not long, but hot, my neck was sweating, so I cut my hair like a boy, youth, that's what I called, I used to wear it at school, the guys really liked it, but my friends were wrinkled, and Verka, she in principle, she was not friends with me, she called me typhoid, she herself was typhoid, all in pimples. By the way, this may have outraged Yurka, or it would have boiled up, you could just say, although my hair, I used to like my hair very much, even suggested several times to have my hair cut again.
I didn’t want to leave right away, there was a lot of good things, and I remembered these moments, and now he hugged me, slyly put his hands under her skirt, I didn’t wear bathrobes at home, I don’t like them terribly, some kind of uniform for the house, I wear wide skirts, T-shirts or summer dresses in the form of sundresses, nice and you think that summer, even if it is snowing outside. He deftly did this many times, picked up the swimming trunks and famously pulled them off of me, I just stepped over them and pressed my tummy to his lips. And yet he is nothing, knows how to kiss, bring me to ecstasy, orgasm, do gentle and pleasant, but also terribly painful.
He broke up, kissed and kissed, and then quickly bang and pulled off my dress, I shrank and whispered.
- We are not alone.
“And what do you care,” was the rude and drunk answer.
“Wait,” I wanted to take my husband by the hand and take me to our room, but he grabbed me by the waist, pulled me tight and pulled me so that I could sit on his knees and I sat down.
Although I was even happy about it, every day I became more and more convinced that I was doing the right thing by walking away from him.
- No, don't! Stop it! - I demanded, when I parted my legs and forced myself to my knees.
With the knees expanding in different directions, the sponges could not restrain themselves and immediately opened up like a mussel sink, blushed, for some reason it became embarrassing, ill, and blood ran in the temples. Disgusting.
- No, don't! Stop it! - I raised my voice a little.
However, in the place of this, he ran his hand under me, held it from the ass on himself, squeezing the top with his finger, I gasped as soon as he stuck into me and immediately crawled inside.
“You're a scumbag,” hersed slightly in his ear.
But he did not react, as if he knew that I was leaving, and on the last night I wanted to do everything that he could imagine. His finger entered my anus and twitched, I almost screamed from an incomprehensible sensation, it was both disgusting and humiliating, and painful, and at the same time terribly pleasant. I pounced on him by raising my ass, so that he would remove his finger, but on the contrary, he drove him even further away, and this time I could not restrain myself and screamed a little.
- Like? - he squinted his eyes.
- Fuck you! - barely restraining herself said in response.
- Like. As you like. - He stated and began to move his finger in front, then back.
- You're a pervert.
- Look who's Talking. - and immediately stuck it all the way, I stretched out, got up on my knees and then my finger slowly slipped out.
In the inside, in the ass everything burned, literally it burned like hot pepper on my tongue, I drummed my fists on his chest, bent down and, no longer restraining myself, said.
- You scum.
“Come on, you are angry, well,” he took his chin with his hand and lifted it so that I could look into his eyes, “I like it, right?
I don’t know what to say, I like a lot of things, sometimes for the first time everything seems unusual and even shocking, but then, it’s not that you get used to it, but you’re aware, come back many times and already understand, it was even pleasant, just unusual and sometimes you already want to try it again, maybe not so scary.
- Yes, - I answered honestly, I always consider it necessary to tell the truth, it is my strength and it disarms not only the debater, but also the opponent.
Yuri lowered his hands, I moved away, he pulled off his pants and began to shake his clearly not ready to work member. He shook him like a fat, fatty sausage, but she did not respond to his demands, she was simply blacked out. I giggled, in vain I understand that in vain, but I could not look at this mockery. Yuri went berserk, why, he was insulted, his manhood was below the baseboard, and there was still a giggle. He grabbed his chest and squeezed hard, I screamed, it was painful. Jumped up, broke free and was ready to run, but then she saw Glory, he stood in the hallway door and watched the family scene with curiosity. Again I almost got mad, why he always looks at that real maniac in the doorway, “youngster, sucker, preoccupied ...”, I still have a lot to remember, but then Yuri grabbed me again by the hand and threw myself on . To just not crash down on the sofa, I again put my knees to the sides and sat on his feet.
- Painfully! - I was indignant.
“And you do not twitch,” said her husband in a slightly stranded tongue.
I turned my head, Slava stood, and remained standing, he clearly liked how Yuri was doing and that I was naked in front of them. And then suddenly she drummed in her chest, so loudly that the heartbeats responded to her ears, she lowered her eyes a little shyly, but did not turn away, looked at him again. Slavkin's eyes shone, they emitted desire, passion, he looked at me with curiosity and sexual overtones. You do not need to be a psychic to understand his look, I wasn’t scared, just by what his eyes had already felt and now his whole body was tickling, ached, I wanted to stretch to straighten my shoulders and the muscles that bound my body.
“He looks,” I whispered to Yuri.
- Let, - as if nothing had happened, he answered me.
- What? - I was indignant.
- Do you feel sorry?
“No,” I replied somehow calmly.
- Do you want? He asked me.
- What you want? - clarified.
- What would he fuck you.
- You bastard! - Immediately burst from my chest. - Scum! - And I was about to jump off his knees, but Yurka expected it and grabbed his shoulders by pulling on himself, losing his balance, I collapsed on him, plopped my chest, and my ass sprang up involuntarily. - You bastard! - Again, I said and began to lower my ass, but his hands immediately fell on her and squeezed the silo, I jerked, clutched my teeth in his ear, and in my chest I squeezed, I have never had this before, the hum of my heart literally tore me apart. - Stop, I beg you, - I almost whined, but in the place of this, on the contrary, he spread my buttocks to the side, it became embarrassing not for himself, but for him.
There are times when you want to leave, but with such impatience you are waiting for an excuse to stay, everything starts to contradict you and, yes and no, and anger and tenderness, you are covered with goosebumps as from terrible cold and at the same time you are covered with sweat. Yuri defiantly spread my buttocks to the sides showing what he can do with his wife, sculpt from her like from plasticine, whatever he pleases. But he was wrong, I did not resist and squeal, did not play under him, did not twitch, but on the contrary, I was in agreement with everything, since a great desire arose in this, ultimately, I was Irka.
She turned her head back. Slavka looked at Yurkin’s hands, then as he freely played with my ass, then squeezing, then throwing her apart, I put my head on my husband’s shoulder, not forgetting to look at the backside.
- Well, what are you standing? - He asked Slavka.
- And what? - “idiotic answer moron,” I thought.
“Che, Che, take off your panties,” Yuri said almost in order.
- you what? - suddenly I was indignant.
- Are you really against? He asked in surprise.
- And you asked me?
- You want, because you want!
“Pimp,” she whispered in his ear and bit her slightly, “first you do, and then you ask.”
There was no answer, his finger felt the current of the anus and pressed, I was no longer afraid that someone else would hear me, and therefore just screamed.
- Ahhh ... Stop it! - Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Slavka approaching behind my back. - Wait! - I almost begged, it became terribly disgusting that my husband is really ready to give me away as a slave to this little sucker. - You bastard! - I swore, but Yuri did not even think to enter into verbal litigation with me, he quickly squeezed the buttocks, grabbed my hips and, like a doll, took me and turned me to face Slavka, now it really became disgusting, not only to look at him and think, but even breathe the same air with it.
Yuri did not stop, he was strong, I lay with my back on his stomach, pulling his knees almost to his chest, and Slavka stood at his feet and watched as my frisky teeth flashed in the bottom. Yurka grabbed his knees and yanked to the sides, I could not help myself and swore.
- You scum!
My words had no effect on anyone. The knees spread to the sides and the sponges were simply forced to open, revealing a wide scarlet gap with the cave still closed. Slavka, a moron, looked at all this as some idea, as if it was all for him, as a gift, "take play, stand, and let your sticky drool out." You pulled the neck and looked at your pubis. He came in tight, he had not had cowards for a long time, why in the village everyone in life wears these cowards of which everything sticks out. Yurka spread his knees even wider to the sides, the cave opened up and flowed.
- You bastard!
To whom I just said it, I don’t know, but the rancor was such that I simply collapsed Yuri on my chest and allowed Slavka to quietly enter me. His little thin member just fell into me, he jerked and then I felt that his member began to inflate like a ball more and more, Slavka jerked, I did not begin to restrain myself.
- Hate you!
These words were addressed to her husband, or what was left of him, but with the words I felt like something long pushing the walls of the cave went so deep that I stopped breathing for a moment, I even realized that I was surprised by this, and that trying to somehow understand what it is. Thoughts were distracted from anger and switched to what was going on between my legs. Slavka pressed, he entered completely.
“Let me go, I won't run away,” asked Yurka, he did just that, he lowered his legs, they reluctantly ate, if they tightened, they had sore stretched tendons.
She straightened up, putting her hand on Yurkin’s chest, and then grabbed Slawka by the neck and pressed her to the floor. My chest was jumping up and down. Since childhood, as soon as I began to grow up, bulging nipples first appeared, I was embarrassed to wear shirts, my breasts were not even a hint, but the nipples were sticking out as if they had stuck large, brown beads to my body, so they remained thick, hard, only still increased in size and blackened. They say it is from passion.
I sat on Slavka, his penis fell out, immediately frantically grabbed him and jabbed his head into the cave, lowered the body from the top. Breathless, Slavka stirred.
- Do not twitch! “I ordered him, and he fell silent.
Now it does not matter, everything does not matter, if only everything is over quickly. My heart was disgusting, disgusting, for a while I turned into some kind of slut who could be humiliated like that, fucked at my own fun and thrown into bed, and if I would whine, I would give ice cream.
His penis was no longer that thin sausage, like a couple of days ago, he was hard, surprisingly thick and long, did not believe when she sat down on him. The feeling was that I was sitting down a torture stake that pierced my body, squeezed my lips to scream in despair, but I kept silent and even smiled at this young male, I am above all this and if so, then so be it. And after that I raised my ass myself, my dick slipped a little, growled in my groin, started to ache, I purred like a cat, squeezed my fingers, running claws into his body and sank down on him.
Slowly, slowly, I picked up the pace, did not let him move, if he started to move around the householder, I clenched my claws, and he froze, afraid of the worst, and I continued my slow dance of the female, the dance of the priestess of love, in which I could do everything what I wanted now, and I wanted a lot.
Probably, this is the way orgy occurs when the head is spinning, the body is covered with sweat, the hair sticks to the forehead, and your body no longer obeys anything, just some kind of drum sounds, it sounds inside and breaks out in the form of a moan, lowing and screaming. My chest jumped up and down, but I didn’t let her touch, I felt freedom, unlimited freedom in everything, it seemed that I would take a little more. I jumped up, got up on my knees, he fell out, something flowed between my legs, but I was not ready yet, caught my breath a little, grabbed a stake and again fell on it. He pierced, screamed, for a moment reality came back, but then she fell into some kind of blue mist from which it was impossible to find a way out that pulled you to the bottom, fettered my body, stuck to me and drowned me in a stinky slush. Everything floated, transformed, changed on the move. My body was turned inside out, it became sick, but it turned out to be just the beginning.
How and when it ended I don’t know, I don’t remember anything, I was in no time, neither here nor now. Cold floor. “How long have I been lying?” What a stupid thought had come somewhere inside me. She opened her eyes. My body looked like a jellyfish, which was lying helpless on the sand, breathing calmly, only my heart was still pounding and everything was aching between my legs, as if I had been torn to the floor. I listened. Silence. Raised her head and looked around with fear. No one. I was alone in the room, but why do I need someone now, I am a rag, a nonentity, you can wipe your feet about me and throw.
- Damn you! - I whispered to someone and again put her head on the floor.
I woke up, or rather I already woke up when it was getting light, heard the birds singing, lay in the same position as before, everything was numb, my arms and shoulders ached, my head snapped and my fingers trembled a little. Carefully, trying not to break the body, I got up, walked over to the mirror, thought to see a kikimoru, but no, it showed me, a beautiful, pretty girl and eyes, yes I was surprised by the eyes, thought they would be angry or in extreme cases tired, but I looked cheerful, bright eyes. “Is it really me?” She thought about it and ran her hand in front of the mirror, as if trying to make sure it didn’t seem that my hand was reflected in the mirror. “Wow!” Turned sideways, flat, retracted tummy, I had to sweat pretty badly after giving birth to return to their former form, but it was beautiful, but also breasts, nose and cheeks, “and indeed I am beautiful”, With these words, I giggled and went into the bathroom.
I forgot what happened yesterday, it doesn't matter anymore, it was yesterday, and today my new life begins. I got up for breakfast, woke up Varya, she wakes up early, twists her head and looks at the ceiling or when I sleep, but I have not slept. Fed her, folded things, rammed them tightly into the stroller. The house was still the same silence. Docha took her beloved hedgehog, so purple, with glasses, I washed it ten times already, she likes it, calls him E. Quickly wrote a note, rolled the carriage into the staircase and closed the door behind us.
New day. New opportunities. New plans. New target. And be sure to new love. With a smile we went down the broken stairs, rolled out into the street, people were already going to work. Varya ran ahead, showing the way, and I followed her, slowly we went to our new home.