First comes burning commitment mad desire comes with a tremor in his knees and with the thrill in the chest. And you - in his sladostnom captivity from which no exit. And when the first drops beginning to check through the delicate fabric of your panty, sweet durman like clouds ukutyvaet you. And no forces to oppose him. A burning liquid, typing force, easily penetrating through underwear and clothing, running on the flow of hot legs, obvolakivaet, sogrevaya you. And at this moment is not nothing around, there is only desire that is not never ends: As all nachinalosVpervye I obpisalas just for their own pleasure, when she studied in the first class.

In my opinion, I was prostuzhena and then sat at home. The parents were at work, brother - at school, so I was given to itself. I played and was very passionate about the game, because a new doll, donated to me for New Year, yet did not have bored me. It has long suffered terrible inconvenience of a full bladder, but in the dark and cold toilet read pochemuto was scared, and I failed. Finally, this is the limit of patience, and I have prepared it was to stand to put an end to my torture, but with horror felt as hot struyka escape from captivity and ran under me, roasting popku. The truth, I rather quickly cope with the unexpected incident, cross tougher legs and hands his perineum: Contrary to its own expectations, having to cope with out of control and raged element in me, I do not ran to the toilet, as should have done, but again prisela at taburetochku, continuing to haunt his bladder.

Unfamiliar feeling suddenly visited me: how pleasant it was touching my body that struyki hot urine, why on that winter evening I was once at once cozy and even festive. Suddenly my body zatrepetalo, demanding the continuation of a banquet, and I relax: I do not know exactly how much time I was in a state of bliss (orgasm then wasnot and could not be - it was something else, is still not clear to me), but when emerged from a stupor, I am scared and threw for cloth to hide the traces of my shame.

But wet shtanishki not withdrawn (from under the skirts of their dresses were not visible, but prisazhivayas, I tried not sit on the skirts), so I was pleased K. constant feeling of wet fabric between the legs and popke: Then I went through a very, remembering how I thought heinous deeds. Ashamed of themselves: Obsikalas how small it is - I told myself. But somewhere in the depths of the soul to me again and again want to experience that euphoria wet shtanishek.

The feeling on the one hand contempt for myself, but on the other hand desire to do so and yet still experiencing indescribable pleasure, until I had familiarity with the Internet. When my experience has been estimated tens of years. The second time, it seems to me, I did so, in the third or fourth grade. Returning from school, I just vletela to the apartment - so to be impatient to. Shvyrnuv portfolio, and not razdevayas, I proshmygnula to the toilet. Zadran coats and skirts of his dress uniforms, I was already ready to withdraw panties and sit down as suddenly changed and instead, to clamber up on their feet toilets, prisela to squat on.

Seconds later, I felt as strong hot jet, crashed into the fabric of my panty and tights, obozhgla popku and thigh, and broke through the barrier cotton, a flood rushed in toilet: I again bitter hangover - pangs of conscience and even terrible fear for their psyche. As potomPosle this case, I wrote a fairly long time in pants, has not yet experienced her first orgasm in life, which also was associated with wet shtanishkami. And it happened in summer vacation (I then moved to seventh grade) in the pioneer camp out. I then make friends with one boy, now no longer recall how his name was, just remember that when he and I have dreams in a dream and nayavu so how could to fall in love with a girl-boy in his thirteen years.

We rested in different detachments, as it was a year older than me, so during our meetings of the day occurred uryvkami. And only at night or in dance-theater (cinema in our camp was located outdoors, where we - the audience - sitting on nyzen’ko terribly uncomfortable wooden shops, to dig in the ground in rows, and the screen, big flap dirty-white linens, hang on the wall strange wooden architecture structures, called pop), we can finally stay together. Are we danced under hoarse melodies camp tape recorder , whether we watched old movies zataskannye, were happy and childish trepetali, timidly touching each other. And, of, happiness, on the morning line camp chief announced universal collection of fungi, which means that all the brigades are in the woods, and our brigades will be next, and it means: I prink from breakfast until the very building that was going not for mushrooms And, in the guests or to a concert. Finally, to build our squad, armed with all kinds of buckets, trash bags and simple, cheerful constitutional went into the forest.