I just want to tell your case. My name is Zlata and I am 24 years. I live in a small town on the Volga. I work as a nurse at a local clinic. A couple of years ago, our chief physician had a jubilee, 50 years old. Anniversary of his house, he noted, and we, TEENS, set the table at the end of the working day. Brought wine, cake and candy. After sitting for an hour and finally sipping tea, it was decided to go home. I live in a twenty-minute walk from work. Probably that's why I decided to be patient and go in a little more native, home toilet. I do not know, may be because wine acts, but halfway to the house so I wanted to cast that began to ache lower abdomen. The house I almost ran. At the same time he managed to once not hold the jet. As I did not strain, trickle flowed against my will. From all the horror I was covered with cold sweat, but still found the strength to stop and sneak a look at his feet. Thank God that I was not wearing pants. Tights seem to have been dry and there under the skirt passersby would not see. Running up to the house, I almost cried with vexation. I still somehow turned to endure. However, wherever I go away. Near the entrance as usual sat neighbor. I imagine how they would be surprised to see Zlata described. I am standing by the elevator I thought - wait for it or run on the twelfth floor itself. At the entrance there was no one, and it gave me the opportunity to push his hand on his crotch and shifting from foot to foot.
-Good morning, Aunt Golden ...
I was approached by a neighbor on the floor, 9-year-old girl. Elevator opened and we went upstairs. The twelfth floor for me was now as far as what some Australia.
-Zlat aunt and my mother sent for tea ...
At my foot I ran a trickle. Once again, I was covered with cold sweat, and muttered something in response. I squeezed his legs together and tried not to look down. The very unwillingly I clearly represented - as I was later to be ashamed, if I'm in the right obossus elevator. And okay, there was one. Twelfth. Elevator opened and I just did Rushed to his door. Search keys in the bag was beyond my strength. I began to frantically call the doorbell, knowing that the house must be the sister. Behind the door, he heard footsteps and then I gave up. Almost bent double, I still hope that this will happen even in the hallway. On the feet, first slowly, then faster and faster flowed. The door opened and I almost knocking her sister ran to the toilet. Sister does not seem to notice anything. I only caught her astonished eyes. Running up to the toilet, I suddenly realized that I no longer needed there. Standing at the door, I looked at his feet. It was a wet spot on the front of the skirt. Underfoot was spreading a small puddle - the result standing at the toilet door. Across the corridor, where I ran, wet footprints. Sister standing at the front door and all looked at me wide-eyed. She already understood everything and did not know what to say. However, even then we were laughing about it. That's how I piss of 24 years.