arab sex hidden camera “I will not be original,” the first one looked cheekily at Irina’s skirt.
– For example, to your panties.
– What will I ask for the opportunity to find out if I have panties on? – she thought again.
Lena looked at her mother with delight and adoration.

– May be.
But Sergey stepped forward, interrupting her.
– All the guys, nothing more interesting will not.
– Eh! It’s a pity! – with frank disappointment, guys sighed, but did not argue.
– It will not, it will not, – and quietly moved aside.
– But, it was nice to meet you, thank you so much! – they shouted in the trail.
Returning to the car, Sergei held Irina.
– Lena will not be offended at you? She is silent all the time.
– She is? What are you Didn’t you notice? She finished right there.
I had to hold it.
I myself, she put his hand under her skirt, everything was wet there, I myself almost there, along with her.
Hardly endured.
Sergey straightened his dick in his pants, imagining how he and Irina would spend the rest of the evening in his bedroom.

Good morning, day or night, dear reader, depending on the time of day when you read this story.
In this story there is not any perversion (well, at least incest) as many could have imagined from the title of the story.
Here I will soon try to convey my emotions as a teenager when I was about 18 years old.
At that time, I already had a strong desire for female sex, but it was only through self-gratification that I was able to calm down my lust. home porno webcam
Since all the classmate’s contemporaries looked at the older guys, the boys of the same age were considered mentally retarded and boring.
In part, they were right, among my classmates and friends were characters who could pull girls by their hair, push, throw snowballs, hide a backpack and there is no desire to list all this stupidity.
I have never participated in this, but I also did not get to protect the weaker sex.
Since all the same, no one will appreciate this, but the friends could seriously take hold of me.

In other words, I was a typical teenager who played hormones, a teenager who blushed at the sight of female priests covered with simple business pants.
As a teenager whose whole lesson could have been a hard riser just because the teacher in a knee-length skirt in the lesson leaned over to pick up the chalk.
And what can I say, when at recess I saw high school girls in completely non-school skirts and shirts.
At home I had a computer, at that time it was still considered a luxury.
I drew knowledge about sex from the Internet, watching frank photos or short videos.
True, the speed was far from being the same now, and it was possible to download one minute video from 3 hours.
But this story is not about the school and its students and not about the slow Internet phone.
With this episode, I want to remind the reader of the experiences, thoughts and problems of the guys of that age.
My mom will be the main heroine, and I am just a bystander who will try to accurately and reliably retell what I have seen, many years ago.

It was already in the distant 2000s, I graduated from the tenth grade and was on summer vacation.
I lived with my mom and dad in a two-room apartment.
My father was a handsome, tall man, who did not drink or smoke and worked as a manager in a foreign company and earned a decent amount of money that his mother could not work.
Many women on such a peasant were hung in clusters from which the mother quarreled with all her friends.
I sincerely considered my father to be something like a super hero and I didn’t even think that mom might like other uncles.
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