They arrived from Tyumen, the man with a beard of years 40 and the girl, the harmonous blonde with hair to the spit both strongly beefy lips and a tattoo on a neck of the years 35, the pleasant pair, their two children were on care of parents of the husband in the next hotel. Blonde Dasha devoured with eyes of mine the Wall, and he looked at it, her husband Yury stared at my shorts and my small suntanned breast which nipples stuck out through a fine fabric of a T-shirt. It is necessary to tell that the breast of the blonde was magnificent, but it had no such nipples as at me and I looked as always for 18 years. The jealousy was not, and everything silently understood that we happened not. Agreed in the evening to descend to take a walk in park, to drink there at small restaurant wine, for the evening in hotel there was a program, today there came any guitarist and still a known pevichka.