thai cam sex Perhaps she did so and did not begin to squat deeply because of the fear of splashing her panties.
In addition, in this position, it was more convenient for her to look between her legs and control the whole process.
Valyusha attentively looked down, deeply having lowered a head.
I looked exactly from the left side on her brightly lit figure with half-bent legs and almost horizontal hips.

In order to start writing, she had to get together, apparently, not very much and wanted to.
Finally, after a few seconds, the first trickle splashed.
Probably, being afraid of soaking her feet and shoes, she was afraid to energetically tense up and regulate a non-strong stream sprayed on many tiny sprays.
Everything was happening completely silently, and the only thing that could distinguish the hearing of such an attentive observer and listener as I was was the light concentrated shaking of Valyushi, who did her job with obvious diligence.
In the sunlight, drops of her bright yellow urine sparkled and shimmered with various cheerful shades.

She wrote down and slightly forward, her uneven, jerking flow, sprayed, fell on a fairly large area between the widely spaced legs.
Her very enchanted view of this waterfall, and she, half turned to her grandmother, even exclaimed.
– Bab, look, what a rain! – I see, I see, Valya, well done! – suddenly answered the grandmother, who, obviously, was also afraid for the dryness of Valya’s clothes.
Having finished writing, Valya carefully pulled on her panties on her little white full ass, gently straightened her dress and, having crossed the wet sand under her feet, immediately ran to her grandmother.
She was satisfied and proud of how carefully and beautifully she managed to pee, this thought was read in her whole figure.
I immediately went up to the place where Valya had just stood, with a desire to take a closer look at her puddle. homemade webcam dp teen
But there was no puddle! Small drops, falling on hot hot sand, after a few seconds simply disappeared in it, leaving behind barely noticeable dimples on the smooth surface of the garden path.

Looking closely, one could see traces of the soles of the Valyushin sandals, and only by the distance between them could one judge about the area on which her “rain” had spilled.
I was fascinated by the view of this patch of land, which had just been between Valya’s feet, returning the feeling of an already familiar, but still mysterious excitement.
I wondered a lot why grandmother, having allowed Vale not to run to the toilet, praised her for how she managed to pee right on the garden path.
Two questions did not leave me.
firstly, for what exactly she was praised, and secondly, could I deserve such encouragement if I were in her place.
This is hardly possible – I assumed, being a rather reasonable kid.
And very soon I found a hunch in response to my questions, but in a rather indirect way.
Valya and her parents lived separately from our family in about the same old wooden house.
Auntie Sveta, her mother, puny, but by nature, a 32-year-old woman, resolute and bold with the tongue, often came with Valia to us, often spending whole days with her mother, our grandmother with Valiausha.

And during such visits in the same summer, I witnessed several episodes of their communication, very strange and unusual for me.
On the side of my grandmother’s house, almost close to him, at the end of a short lane, stood our wooden toilet – exactly as they are in the villages, only noticeably neater and tidier, even a picture hung on its inner wall.
Nearby there was a cesspool, covered with a massive wooden shield, set a little sloping backwards – so that liquid waste could be poured directly onto it.
But the door to the lavatory was very conditional, carelessly knocked out of wooden boards completely unattached to each other, and the gap between them reached 2 or even 5 centimeters.
Having barely looked into the alley, one could immediately see from these slots whether the toilet was occupied or not.
Such a device in our family did not bother anyone and did not bother, because no one would stand in the middle of the lane, look at the details of what is happening in the toilet, each tactically unfold and leave, waiting for their turn.

At the beginning of this alley there was an open summer kitchen, long abandoned and littered with all sorts of rubbish, where Valya and I often played near a collapsed stove.
To the toilet from this place was 10 meters.
Once, Aunt Sveta, passing by us to the toilet, called Valya with her, who immediately abandoned our game and followed her with willingness and interest.
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