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My friend lived time as the measures and all the years. Only he's not counted not from January 1 to December 31, and from about 1 fevravlya 1 February. During this period, she always goes on vacation in Truskavets. Approximately 2-3 months written list of what to buy and take with you or do in advance, then it is all meticulously executed and struck out as completed. I never knew such fanaticism. Ride in the same place, but still in the same resort 6 years in a row. It's boring. Why motels I do not understand (I do not like to be treated is terrible), but if you need some water to drink heavily, it is possible to live on apartment (much cheaper).
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The matter was close to February, all in anticipation of a friend, and I complete misunderstanding of what is happening. And then it turns out that no one came to pass, and 2. Omitting the details I will say that I was persuaded.
For a couple of day before leaving her mood gradually began to be transferred to me. Treatment was not interested in me, though vodichku promised to drink regularly. No matter how ashamed to admit it, but the men were interested, not even they probably do, and competition, flirting, conquest. During the day, the way to the train Svetlana enough time to explain to me all the subtleties of the hunt.
We are in place. The resort is average, but the room we got a decent (not free) .In the first evening there were suggestions of a sexual nature, so much so primitive that it is surprising. A slow dance. The first question, the normal: "You as a name", then "Do you live in one room?". Answer "And is it so important?". Man: "Of course, I also have no place, I 2 local and already want to." In general, after an evening of dance, perched in the crib, mi Svetka exchanged impressions posokrushalis about the degradation of the strong half of humanity, and fell asleep.
The winter was snowy. Central alley to the pump room located under a decent slope already trodden down and it was more like a springboard for skiers than alley for pedestrians. Going nowhere like, but decided it decided. On the road ahead of us to drink company from 4 peasants and so cheerfully ran down, we're Svetka vymeryat every move, wondering how to avoid slipping. And to think bad, one more step and I'm falling, clinging to her friend and together we're going down the road knocking down one of the company's brisk. We certainly caught, shook himself, and put on his feet. But we have not gone far. After a couple of steps all happen again.
- Yes, the girls seem to you without us nowhere
- Looks like. yes! -and after a brief hesitation, we entrust ourselves in their hands.
Home also returned together. It was found that live in our same sanatorium. I do not remember names. They were from Chisinau, so I have not been considered as potential "suitors", and the exterior is not much, but two of them by sight, far beyond 40.
In the evening we met at a dance the same company, surrounded by ladies, and very personal. Politely said hello and went on. But the presence of women outside of "our" Moldovans did not prevent them to begin to invite us to slow dancing. I always refused, and she asks, courtesy of a couple of times agreed. Before the end of the evening the two of them somewhere conducted accompanied their girls and we came to invite in the cafe at the sanatorium. Naturally we refused. Light, guided by the principles of women's solidarity (it helped focus the cutest of that company), and I just (my "boyfriend" quite well, ugly "and vzroslenky, not to say old).
Around the same vein, another week has passed. They also went to women, continuing to provide us with attentions and regularly inviting cafes. No one worthy of attention in the resort we were not caught, the mood began to deteriorate, and men just enrage.
Tomorrow is Sunday, no procedures, you need to go on a trip. The benefit to the travel agency does not need to walk directly in front of the dining room is always a girl, ready to offer excursions to any preference. Without hesitation we went to choose. Natasha (Light knew it was not the first year), said that for we have chosen, and even paid. Initially it offered a trip to Slavske and skiing and sledding, but if we still choose something else, the remaining 4 tickets also need to change our flight. We have long resented such insolence, but Natasha categorically refused to take money from us. Light evening went to arrange dismantling, and came back and said, embarrassed that we did go on skis. I do not know that she was there narasskazyvali but militancy had disappeared.
The bus had to get acquainted again, as we do not remember how someone called. Svetin turned Mihai and my Boris (of names), and so it was called all. The company was very friendly and cheerful. They knew 4 languages. With us on the bus I was going to ride a couple of the French, and they are freely translated from Ukrainian, which we do not understand all the words. On the very hill BM undertook to teach me to ride. Chose gear, explaining how to set his feet and keep the sticks as turn and brake, many times pulled me out of a snowdrift, again and again picked out of the snow with a ski boot and admired me if I did it. When we went to warm up, we have been waiting for a table and hot wine. Memoirs of the sea, though the bus was cold and all soaked clothes, the overall experience pleasant.
We arrived almost at 9 pm. I casually complained that scared of getting sick, would now be in the sauna, but it is only open until 20.00. Before we could even change how Mihai came and said that the sauna is filed. Light did not believe, for all 6 years, she never saw it open after 20. But we doubt vain. We were persuaded to drink for the prevention of colds Moldovan brandy. All went to swim in the pool, but I still decided to get warm. Using the fact that all came out, I took off the sheets and lay naked on the shelf.
I do not know how, but managed to fall asleep in the sauna, and woke up on what went BM:
- Come on, it's time to go, and something else becomes ill, went to swim!
I began to quickly pull the sheets
- Do not hurry, so I went three times and had long been considered, and be not dismayed, I am not the first time I've seen a naked woman
I wrapped in a sheet and climbed into the pool. The water was very cold, the sheets stuck and prevented swim. I'm confused and I was not able to get on the ladder in the water. All watched with interest for my vain attempts. Light wanted to help me, but stopped BM:
- No, Natasha can always ask me, but apparently she wants.
I finally got out on the ladder, but when it became one foot on the tiled ledge, slipped and fell into the water again.
- All right, give me your hand, and easily pulled me up.
I thoroughly frozen, the skin covered with pimples, and even nipples protruding through the sheet. BM took me to the sauna, brought dry sheet and put it on the shelf, and he was gone. I was even upset. Then came the Light, and told all laughed at BM, when I was asleep, and he stopped, stared, and then, under cover, jumped into the pool to calm rebellious flesh.
We warmed and went to drink tea with herbs, not without Moldovan brandy. Then we attendant offered for a fee brooms, massage with honey and essential oils, which one wish. They took everything, but without a masseur. BM volunteered to perform its role, well, at least with me. The dose of alcohol plus the heat affected and I did not even resist, surrendering to the skilled hands. Venichka well to steam in two hands alternately descend on the back, then legs, then on the ass. So nice, a little hurt, but just a little. Then I washed under a shower of leaves residues. Washes off very carefully and gently, standing behind and pointing at me pretty strong jet shower, I went mad, pressed to the wall, and felt like a stream of water moving through my body, causing a tingling sensation. I felt warm to me pressed against the male body, a boy in full combat. I raked in his arms ... and began kissing. Everywhere. And lips, and neck, and chest, and stomach, and legs. I have ceased to be ashamed of, and answered kisses when BM again rose to face. We went back to the sauna, which has already begun to cool. BM honey smeared me and began to massage. He kneaded my back, shoulders, each finger on his arms and legs crossed in the hips, turned me, and all also went ahead, not forgetting to eat the surplus honey with his chest. Then he puts me on the top shelf and spread legs to me:
- What are you sweet!
- It's not me, and honey
- Honey is not so sweet, you have a special taste, I try, can I?
-(Silence and embarrassment)
He started to drive tongue over his lips, periodically tighten the entire clitoris inside and sucking on it. A hand with two fingers introduced into the vagina and began to move them, the feeling was unbearably pleasant and so strong that I could not stand and tried to push his head, but he did not allow me to move the legs. Everything inside has shrunk so dramatically reminded that spring. He did not let go for a long time my clit, a little poslablyaya my stress and again takes up the chest. His hands glide over the skin, covered with melted honey, one nipple he kisses, and the second flexing his fingers, and then change the side and slides his dick between the pussy lips, continuing to massage the clitoris. I want only one thing, that he was inside, I try to catch him, but does not allow BM, still need to make fun of me. I'm not just fishing, and ask him to come in (what is it? With me never did not. Did I ask sex !!!!!!). Finally BM responds to my requests and turns me copepod (now in my will, I hope), but he keeps his left hand to caress my clit and two fingers of the right leads into the vagina, while gently pressing down on the anal ring. I can no longer hold back and start to moan loudly. I'm exhausted squeeze feet and beg to stop. BM calms down a bit, we bathe in the shower and without saying goodbye to the others, even without underwear (in a dressing gown), go up to his room. We start kissing as soon as crossed the threshold, and it seems even forget to close the door. As he kisses! Excitation waves coursing through my body, the clitoris is still pulsing, we fall into bed. He throws my legs on his shoulders and finally enters into me hard and fast. I have long been wet, so he gets it easily. So nice to feel his cock inside. With every movement of tension growing and growing, all over again begins to shrink inside in a tight spring, sensations of sweet, become painful, I ask to stop, but he did not hear me, but only reiterates that for so long waiting for this, and so I wanted to. It becomes difficult to breathe, and the body stiffens as a string, and then ... comes the explosion, the spring inside me, finally released from the fact that it held back and with every new coil produces waves of pleasure that from the bottom of the stomach rise up, causing a burning hot flashes and light tingling. I do not think, just lie there and revel in new experiences.
I do not even remember falling asleep. A dream emerges as BM I carefully hid. He no longer seemed to me old and ugly, and was the most desirable man. A holiday spent with him the most memorable. And my biggest regret is that we lost a week, which can hold together.

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