Projectvoyeur - tanka

I still recall with drozhyu a trip to the sea in July last year. I was invited to imagine my aunt to relax, swim in the sea, pozagorat and all that. I gathered quickly veschichki that were at hand and rvanula toward the sun. As soon as I arrived the sun has disappeared. Long, I think forever. Every day, rain - do not have to swim. I pyhtela, blednela of anger finally spat and evil and wet in a train going in the direction of home.

The train was going all night and morning, I woke saw over the window is the most southern sun. From anger and resentment, I was ready to burst into tears. By noon the wagon was nothing to breathe. In sharp smell of the air then. Dizzy. Suddenly I became ill sharply lower abdomen. Monthly! From this thought I was bad. After all, they had come only next week! I sat otsepenev, feeling as the first drop of blood is slowly absorbed into vytekaya uzenkuyu strip trusikov.

Instead I located an elderly couple good tolstyachkov, husband and wife. They pant, and obmahivayas newspapers seemed to not pay any attention to me. Next sitting is not yet an old man who constantly steal monitored my movements. I feverishly think about the situation. I have no sanitary means. In the bag of clothes just two short skirts, five pieces of T-shirts, swimsuit, a pair of trusikov and bra.

We have to think faster. Blood certainly has trickled through pants and white stain on my skirt I achieved. In addition, perhaps drabble seat. Before the eyes strike out the red circles. Not only to lose consciousness is not yet enough. We must commit ourselves in your hands. Devil's reserved seat, where you pyalyatsya from all sides. I tried to reassure himself, saying that a round strangers and I do not see more than ever in their lives.

We have to get up. I took out a handkerchief and vyterla vspotevshy forehead. Then, imperceptibly lift ass and quickly proterla beneath them. Scarf is not looking put in your pocket skirts and sharply rose. Severe pain in piske just did not lay me in half. In the eyes navernulis tears. I felt that my haunch potekla viscid blood. A guy behind me hryuknul that - the inarticulate.Spit.

I sdernula top of his bag and covering her ass rysyu Fly to the toilet. Figu there! Even before the entrance to the vestibule skopilas decent place. Upon learning who the past, I have to enter through the crowd, came out in the vestibule for smokers. In the pitch-dark darkness of cigarette smoke pushing people five kuryak. Proklinaya nicotine, I rvanula door and was in the compartment coupling between cars. All crashand trembled.

In the window were visible indifferent faces of smokers. I zadrala skirt. Hell! All white pants turned red. Haunch vymazany in the blood. I stole nabuhshie blood pants and threw them into the hole between the cars. Damn! Now, not only ham and knee, eggs and their hands were in the blood. I quietly zavyla. By sending zalyapannuyu skirt followed trusami, I was rattling in the passage of a T-shirt, zalyapannaya to navel own blood and feverishly rylas in the bag.

Well, of course! Opened the door and me shagnul what - the moustached uncle. He otoropelo vytaraschil eyes. Yes, it was spectacular aspect. Gola blubbered tit as if after the brutal rape. What happened? - Stammer he said. Covering hands pisku I asked him to wait a moment outside. He fruity povraschal eyes and went out. I vydernula bags of pants and began to box up into thevagina.

As ill luck would have it, I took the old version trusikov, which cover only a narrow slit and they simply failed in my dyrke. I pulled them and thrown. Still past and swimsuit. I became a tear shirt. Otorvanny piece, I turned rolls and gently introduced inside. Of the vagina left stick three centimeters. Spit, I natyanula swimming shorts and a skirt. You can go, but I have all perepachkannaya! I again took out a piece of razodrannoy shirts and poplevav him tried otteret blood.

Figu! I fell hands. With me and sit here until the end of travel? The sudden idea ozarila me. I sat in the squat, after pants and the bases cloth has been careful to write on it, trying not to namochit home-made tent. Frenchcum - adolescents. Tugaya jet struck in the cloth. I am turning it, trying whatever it namokla all. When the rag is impregnated, I became wipe their feet, hands and just in case the person.

Let me reeks of urine, spit, the other smells are not better. I tried to address itself to the shade. Well, anything goes. I opened the door and went out in the vestibule. Guys have my unequivocal smirk. Finally freed toilet. I vletela it and click on the basins. Waters was not. This is just what - that Ferris concatenation of circumstances! Again, I checked its economy under yubkoy. It seems so fa r everything is fine. Stocking mania - adolescents. I went to the conductor. Water is the end - bezappelyatsionno he said and how - that strange person away. Maybe I will - so to overdo protiraniem from me palpably smelled of urine. Learning that parking will be within two hours, I returned to my seat. A guy I met a nefarious smirk.