My heart was ready vyskochit of breast: Soon, soon I see him! - I have to hum to himself. Delve into the forest, where the guys who razbredalis, gradually dissolve between the trees. I walk slowly, as soon as could, pretending that concentrated search for mushrooms. Shortly left entirely alone, I stopped in anticipation and soon heard behind hrust dry twigs. My heart szhalos in komok, I turned - yes, this was it. He smiled, I smiled in response, he became something to say to me, but still in the confusion, I did not hear what.

Then we took up their hands and pobreli, proximity and enjoying solitude. For me, alas, these minutes of happiness lasted too long. So lightly ignore me first pozyvy my bladder, manifested in the early campaign, is now becoming a serious problem. And this problem is growing in front of a snow-ball. As a girl stesnitelnoy from nature, of course, I could not tell him about it. I feverishly searched for a way out of this situation and the first timid droplets, which were made by tiny Pyatnyshko on my tights (in our lush forests with marshland in the dress be impossible, as clouds of mosquitoes there to dictate fashion.

Therefore, we, girls, dressed according komarinogo etiquette costumes in sports and in case there was even a terrible heat), the efforts of my imagination. I just imposed on him in the game with dogonyalki hide and seek, hoping thereby improve the time and signed into some bush. The first attempts to hide the full ended in failure. He was a boy sporting and easily catch me. On if he knew what I had to suffer flour. But,finally, success: taking advantage of his embarrassment (he stumbled on a huge lying on the ground and fell bitches), I rvanula that it forces and fled into dense bushes.

Accession to the knees and otdyshavshis, I started to listen. He was next, I distinctly heard hrust dry twigs. What remained just wait, when he step back away, here then I would calmly lower trousers and signed. But bladder were indifferent to my inferences. He demanded his and hot struyka, rushed into my pants, proves that he is strong and ready to triumph over stroptivoy master.

I vspotela of horror and both hands in the heavily vtsepilas perineum and by making some manipulations, stopped a trickle, ready to become a powerful and fiercely flow. But traces of his attacks were the first to the person. Treacherous spot on the tights in the most interesting place has been impossible to hide anything. I have decided to no longer go out of his hiding place, even if I could be signed without further loss of resentment potekli tears on my hug. Taking advantage of the weaknessof ordinary housewives, my bladder began its decisive stormed and that sin one fortress was taken.

My hands were still in the perineum, when the liquid has become: How obzhigayuschaya through my fingers, with every second accelerating pace. I again tried to stop this raging river, powerfully massiruya his perineum. No, nothing has been unable to help me. And when the flow was weakened - if heaven razverzlis snizoshla and thence to me such grace that I am with cries collapsed to the ground and became a ride on it as a leper.

How much does it lasted - I thought the whole eternity. Finally, I calmed down and without power in what is left to lie forgotten in the land. Ochnuvshis, I vskochila and began to listen. No, around there was not a single living soul. I inspected and found themselves in horror: wet my tights were in such poor condition that probably go bare, it would be less embarrassing than in them. But what to do - return to the squad anyway and I have to constantly ozirayas as zatravlenny small animal moved toward the camp. That he was a first in my life orgazm.

Chto was then? Hide the fact that I obpisalas, I was not able to because the camp has come when all have already returned from the forest, and our teacher, not me doschitavshis already raised havoc on the entire camp. I think that on the same day to learn about this and my However, I have not sought a meeting with him, and a couple of days my parents at my request, took me home. After returning from the camp, I almost did not leave the house - nobody wanted to see. I went through a terrible break relations with the boy and his shame.

I tried to read, but could not concentrate, appeared at the time the new toy - tape recorder, too quickly nadoedala, dolls remained intact - at all, I vzroslela. One evening when he heard the call, I ran to open an entrance door. On the threshold stood returned from work and mum about, horror, under her feet was a huge puddle. That I did not expect: that my mother - a grown woman - could not doterpet and now so trite obossatsya at the door of their apartment. My heart szhalos o f excitation, but because there was, perhaps, with eyes, then heard: A girl, I have an accident, miss me. I outsiders, missing it, and unwittingly asked: Mom, you obsikalas that? Yes, and let this be our little secret, OK?, And she replied, shvyrnuv me your raincoat, fled to the bathroom. Hang raincoat, I returned to his room. I lihoradilo of excitation. One must also mamochka obpisalas - I thought - obpisalas as small.