Morning. How good, earlier morning, when sleepy parents are going to work, grumbling and scolding you gather you in a kindergarten. They just don’t have to send an unbearable child to the zoo for children called the garden, and start labor exploits ….. You go along the street rare lanterns throw shadows, scary but absolutely harmless.
Quiet. And the kindergarten is empty, there are no educators there yet, only the watchman sits on the steps, chewing the cigarette, something mutters something.
And the early bird says the watchman trampling the bull into the grass. Yes – says mom, – you look at me, otherwise I will be late. Good, as always, I’ll look! – says the watchman, unlocking the door to the lobby. I speak,
While mom and rush into the void of the building. Seryozha will come soon, – I think I can become so joyful and my heart begins with tireless dance in my chest, oh rather. My friend, too, leads him early and we are doing this to the corridors and stairs, and when we get tired of sitting down on the table in the locker room and looking into the courtyard where the old watchman breaks with dogs, he is wonderful.
The front door screamed, as a wild beast announcing that someone granted my possessions, I rushed down the stairs, got confused in the mittens, that on the elastic band I crashed from the second step and how the frog spread out to the opening door.
Seryozha, he entered and did not expect such a meeting at all as he would get. Immediately picked the watchman and switched us for such things. The earring stood with his mouth open until he finally moved away from what he saw, I hugged him and dragged him into the depths of the corridor telling that I was flying on all the steps and my head knocked on them. He laughed and we began to alode.
Then they divorced groups into groups, and I was looking forward to rehearsal, we had to portray peasants with balalaikas, not with the real balalaikas, but with plywood cut out, and there was to be Seryoga there.
He appeared so dressed up that my breath was in the goiter, in black shorts a white shirt with a tie, I did not know that he had a jam day. My plywood balalaika sniffed loudly to the floor, and …
This is where the OOPS happened my cock about which I did not suspect how to at all a kind of organ suddenly declared himself about himself with his courageous raising for years.
What is a rehearsal if I have a riot in my pants, something rushes out with such fucked force and my heart is ready to jump out of the chest like a bird thirsty for will.
I grabbed a balalaika and quickly covering the reeled pants began to frantically pinch the naughty organ. And probably something I did not hurt me so much and somehow in a special way and I knew that Seryoga was to blame for everything, but for some reason I wanted to experience everything again … ….
Here you have a big and small oops.
Tima
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