Not, I felt only a breeze from lips, and again waved a palm before the lips. Irka, became straight, slightly drew near to it, bent, rested hands about a bench on which Victor sat and having slightly extended sponges, kissed him. This time it did not hurry to clean them, and is tasty, as suck at sugar candy, stuck into his lips. Victor began to blink, his hand laid down it on a back, but is right there cunning back, as though was afraid of that superfluous not to do. And I seeing this disgrace from Irka, only carried out a hand on her leg, it did not come off Victor, then I pushed a hand more deeply under catch a cold that it was reeled up at it round a body, and carried out a palm at it between feet. So I, so, heard at myself behind the back, this is Andryukha наконецто deigned to join us.