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The loaders really carried the purchased goods to the car and even helped to load everything into the trunk.
Vasilisa started the car and we drove home.
The modest and hopeful of her village school, Katyusha Vintovkina, returned home a few hours earlier than usual and was already in a state of easy euphoria from anticipation of a prolonged, completely free pastime.
Parents, as usual, were not at home at this time of the day, and Katya immediately prudently threw the door hook on the loop.
Somewhere in the summer kitchen, the radio proclaimed the whole street a hot working afternoon, and Katyusha, meanwhile, quite comfortably settled in the cool curtained twilight of the parents’ room on their couch.

A heavy briefcase, abandoned in a hurry, was distractedly squeezing textbooks and notebooks from the corner of the couch, and the sweet, plump-liking favorite of teachers and schoolmates, frantically tucking his knees and lifting his uniform skirt.

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If at least someone found out about it now, Katyusha would have died of shame without hesitation.
Attacks of child onanism pursued her for more than four years, and Katenka couldn’t do anything with them, and to be honest, she didn’t really want to.
Doing this somewhat strange, often muddled, and sometimes immensely stretched and swayed, the process seemed to be liked more and more from time to time.
Therefore, the parents’ room, from the windows of which all external and internal approaches to the house were perfectly visible, became a kind of outpost for Katyusha: as soon as she found herself alone at home, she was dragged with her legs onto a soft sofa, and her right hand seemed to climb up by itself under the skirt in panties.
Usually, the fantasy images of Katya that accompanied the masturbation were rather chaste and erotic over the edge.
Only one completely innocent kiss of a virtual hero in her pink pussy from excitement could well cause Katya to finish sometimes and not once during the day.

But today the school day sexually turned out to be not quite normal.
And even not at all usual: Vovka Likhodeev pinned away from whence a torn-out tuft of an imported ugly-colorful magazine.
On a crumpled piece in red-unsightly tones was depicted a wet razievlennaya pussy, over which hung just as not appetizing and obviously masculine language.
Consciousness of the girls of the class, which Vovka showed a rollicking porn, was on the verge of patience: spitting and expressions of disgust at the depicted plot did not turn into a form of assault on the “enlightener” only for the reason that he did not be a fool for a long time did not delay with the demonstration of the work.
Katyusha Vintovkina, whom Vovka Likhodeyev did not dare to approach with her masterpiece due to chronic acute falling in love, was forced to familiarize herself with a bright shred through Lena Sinitsina, who took away porn from Vovka, but managed to rub it lightly on her ear.

Katya looked at Vovka like this after becoming acquainted with “this rubbish”, which for a moment seemed to him to be completely hopeless for the rest of her life to try to beg forgiveness and after school her consent to legal marriage.
And Katyusha, right up to the house, did not leave alone the ugly-realistic image of the pussy stretched to the exit.
And now, desperately pulling at the clitoris in her underpants and constantly contemplating a piece of magazine standing in front of her eyes, Katya felt that she wanted something much more than usual.
Forgotten on the sideboard still from some kind of home holiday, the opener turned up in her hand and fell somehow very deftly and confidently at once.
Katyusha with her lowered cowards once more jumped out into the hallway, checked whether the hook was thrown over and hurriedly returned to the sofa.
A sharp rye-opener head squeezed in a plump cam like a hammer-and-sickle was tingling and cooling when Katenka used a finger smeared with a greased children’s cream on a round-shaped smooth shaft.

Actually, the thought of shoving something into your pussy didn’t disturb me for the first time, but before that somehow outweighed all the fear; now, the “ugliness” delivered by Vovka Likhodeev so ferociously and passionately bit the wounded girl chastity, that Katyusha Vintovkina, already lifting her skirt as high as possible, lowering the underpants under her feet and trying with interest to look into her bosom, thrust a thin thread into her narrow hole. openers.
Tselka resisted only at the entrance, then unexpectedly easily gave in and missed the otkryvuvuyu inside the ryadvachku to the Katya’s fist.
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