blonde webcam dance They were afraid of me.
Girls too mischievously glanced at me sideways.
All my shift in the camp was spoiled.
Well: “It’s crows fly in flocks, and the eagles alone!” as my uncle Misha, my mom’s younger brother, who is still not married, says.

And once, out of melancholy and loneliness, I found a self-propelled swim in the river during a quiet hour found through the breach in the fence that afternoon.
The river was not very far from the camp.
I went ashore and met a country boy with a fishing rod there.
He was not tall, wizened, barefoot in white-washed jeans and an alcoholic T-shirt, he felt the presence of a stranger, slowly turned around and stared at me with a surprised and mocking look.
Of course, he immediately realized that I was from camp, but how and why I ended up on the river, he was not clear.
– Goshka.
– He said to me and stretched out his hand for a handshake.
– Vova.
– Trying not to yield to him in a leisurely restraint, I said, and shook the palm extended to me.

The handshake, like all the acquaintance, turned out to be ceremonious and appreciating.
After the handshake, Goshka reached into his pocket and took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes.
Casually handed to me.
– Will you? I had never smoked before, but I didn’t want to trust in front of the boy.
I took the pack, opened it.
There was a cheap disposable lighter inside with cigarettes.
He took out a cigarette lighter, a cigarette, lit it, and I don’t know what to do next.
I tried to just let the smoke, but still accidentally dragged on.
And then he went into a fit of coughing.
Goshka immediately understood everything.
But he did not jiving.
Patronizingly and conciliatingly told me when I cleared my throat: “Eh, Vokha, Vokha.
If you don’t smoke, don’t smoke.
And if you want to learn, I will teach. ”
Without waiting for my answer, he continued: “Until I’m used to it, do a little tightening, a little bit shallow. xvideos sexy webcam
And then you get used to it. ”
Sitting with a fishing rod on a tree hanging over the river he sedately said: “You, Voha, you are a correct kid.

I see you from the camp.
I fucking like yours sitting there and not putting everything there on your ears.
And you dumped?!.
And did the right thing! What the fuck do there, in this camp of yours? I do not respect your urban.
Strange you some.
Sit there like a cons, as if you like it, ahhhhh.
“- He displeased, indignantly and protesting waved his hand.
We still had a little chat with him and I rushed back to the camp.
Inna Sergeyevna, with a sadistic sequence, continued to spread rot to me.
Insults her and her podzhopnik, became more and more often, well, and my departures to the self-propelled, naturally, became more and more.
She didn’t stop telling me that she knew that I was breaking the regime, leaving the camp and that sooner or later she would catch me and then I would not be happy! She will kick me out of the camp with a bang! And I on it “put a dick” and ran on the small river.
Found there Goshka with a fishing rod.
Another conversation ensued and it seemed to me that I had known Goshka all my life.

He lived in the village.
His parents went to the city to earn money.
Sometimes they came, but in general he lived with his grandparents, who in their lives replaced his parents.
He taught me how to catch perch and roach in the river, and I showed him how to swim in sports styles: krollez, breaststroke and butterfly.
I swim very well, I will not boast.
I was taught by my dad and older brother.
And once, in my next self-propelled movement, we, after dressing ourselves wet after bathing, went to the village.
I offered to freshen up, drink something.
The day was hot and thirsty.
We came to the village and went straight to the store.
I asked Goshka: “What about you,“ Fanta? ”The fact is that I loved and love“ Fantu ”for its sour, not cloying taste.
“Cola” and “Sprite” – it’s all garbage! I love the cold Phantom.
Goshka, in spite of his unenviable growth and a frail physique, would probably be more eager to drink a cold beer, he was a year older than me and, you see, he had already learned a lot in this life.

But I had the money.
My parents “did not hurt”, but, as you know, whoever pays, he orders music.
Goshka himself recently broke up with his childhood, and the topic of “candy, ice cream, lemonade” still stirred him along with “drink, smoke, fuck.”
The shop was typically rustic.
A gloomy saleswoman with a wrinkled face, either half asleep, or with a hangover face, brought us two bottles of cold Fanta from the fridge, counted change and took up two guys, who were a kilt from a mile.
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