old faithful live webcam Arriving at the place, we saw that it was not the only ones who decided to arrive in advance.
Several fires were already burning in the clearing, around which familiar and unfamiliar personalities fussed.
From one fire already came the guitar overcalls and the tinkling of glasses.
Having assessed the situation, I chose a secluded place for our tent at the edge of the forest, away from the main camp.
It was a habit developed over many years of traveling in large companies.
Thin rag walls did not contribute to the soundproofing of night-time sniffs and stifled moans, which, as a young man, we published with my wife every week, getting out into nature.
Only a considerable distance from the rest of the tents made it possible to make love on spreading sleeping bags more or less with the certainty that you would not receive it in the morning.
good-natured jokes of colleagues about the features of our nightlife.
I absolutely did not intend to do something similar with Tonya at night, given the presence in the tent of three already quite conscious kids, but the habit took its place and my three-seater “Varta” found its place about forty meters away from the accumulation of tents of the main camp.
Having set up a tent, I went to the fire, and Tonya and the kids took on the preparation of sleeping places.
Having had a bite of sandwiches cooked at home and washed down with tea from a thermos, we sat for a while around the fire until it began to get dark.
Tired of the road and new impressions, the children began to yawn, got bored, climbed into the tent, whispered a little and soon subsided.
Left by the fire alone with Tonya, we quickly exhausted the topics of conversation.
I did not want to go to the next fires, and we also decided to go to bed.
In order not to embarrass a woman, I suggested that she first get into the house, get there and then call me. bongacams es
Tonya ran down to the neighboring bushes for a moment and slipped into the tent.
Only at this moment I saw her figure for the first time and realized that I clearly underestimated her.
She was sitting by the fire in a sweater and knitted sports pants.
If the baggy sweater hid the shape of the upper part of the thin body, then the tight-fitting trousers showed quite slim legs.
Tonya did not unzip the tent’s vestibule completely, but half-open it, she got on all fours and crawled inside, as if deliberately showing me an ass covered with thin knitwear, on which the contours of her pants stood out under the fabric of the trousers.
At that moment, I realized that my subconscious desire to put the tent away from prying ears might be quite reasonable to say that I wanted Tonya as a woman, but I also did not feel a state of indifference to her.
After waiting a few minutes, I crawled into the tent of the tent, filled with children’s shoes, and thought.
A cool night was supposed to leave the maximum amount of clothes on him, but the anticipation of intimacy with Tonya required leaving only that minimum that would be easy to take off in cramped clothes.
The dilemma was solved simply – I stayed in swimming trunks and a T-shirt, and turned my sweater and warm trousers into a plump lump to put them under my head, and, if necessary, to use for warming.
Carefully squeezing into the tent with an improvised pillow in one hand, I shone a flashlight in search of my place.
The kids snuffled, wrapped in sleeping bags.
Tonya was lying next to the children, leaving me a narrow place at the very wall.
Trying not to step on anyone’s feet, I squeezed into the space provided for me and realized that if not intimate, then physical intimacy with Tonya was provided to me.
I could only lie on my side, tightly pressed against the tonny body.
There were only two options – either I pressed against her stomach, or my back and ass.
In the second case, my face would rub all night on the tent fabric, and I, turning a little, turned to face Ton.
Tonya lay on her back.
The lightning of her sleeping bag was not buttoned up, and my hand, in search of a comfortable posture, seemed to be accidentally on her stomach.
Rather, the hand fell on thick woolen leggings, which she insulated at night, replacing lightweight sports pants, which reliably showed me seductive Tonina uniforms.
Neither the sound nor the movement Tonya reacted to such an encroachment on the honor and dignity of her body.
Most likely, she expected some similar actions from me, and any sounds and movements on her part were limited by the tightness of the tent and the presence in the enclosed space of six small ears.
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