"Their doors were near ... They were neighbors ...
Even - by registration - not He and She, but He and Her mother.
And She - even though they had their own apartment in two steps - it was convenient to grow up with my mother and son, and to meet my husband at all.
For everything about everything my mother was about sixty, She was thirty-five, and Her father, with whom He was a neighbor and drank a bitter, and sweet, suddenly left on the eve of sixty, when a construction worker killed his stroke.
And our very hero, our neighbor, had “nothing at all” - about fifty ...
And so, at the funeral of Her father, They both grieved and talked for the first time “closely”, because, after drinking a couple of glasses for the deceased, and He and She, meeting their eyes, understood something, and then avoided each other for a long time ...
But Her family life did not work, Her man went up the hill and for him a bottle of champagne and a new lady were provided for every evening ...
And Valka ...
Yes, I have not told you yet that Her name was Her Valentina, and She was, even having given birth to a son, elastic in the breasts, round in the ass, not at all full, but plump, and the waist was always with her ...
Many times the neighbor asked himself the question: how can you walk from such a woman?
Only you need to appease it, up to the limit of possible values !!!
Possible ??? ...
But, as I said, flashed between Him and Neighbor Vale, a spark ...
And left me to the memory - “be careful, people !!! ...”
Not protected, it means ...
Suddenly one night - a bell at the door of a neighbor.
Anxiety!!! The neighbor in the kitchen water gushing, panic, at home from men - no one, all at the cottage ...
Neighbor in shorts, as he was, blocked the water in the main valve, advised to change the pipes from copper to flexible, and in the morning to call plumber ...
And as it was, I was sleepy, I went back ...
Only early did he decide that ...
Because the door bell again - and on the threshold She - Valentine.
After all, he did not pay attention that She was fussing around with Him, practically in nothing. So, in a robe ...
And the eyes - down ...
"Lyoshka, - he says, - I came ..."
And the neighbor, though — and perhaps because — was a middle-aged, rebelled all, and for some reason His hand went to Her breast ...
And there - the nipples are steadfast ...
And His hand went down ...
And at the neighbor and legs bend down ...
And She, His neighbor, only mumbles: they say, “it is impossible, it is impossible” ...
But when the neighbor sat her in a chair, then he kissed her knees, gradually coming closer to her tummy, she finished for the first time, as soon as he touched her lips to her lower lips. And only murmured: "there was no peasant for a long time" ...
And He, who knew thirty women, burst into Her, sitting in the chair, and asking for forgiveness for the fact that he is now ... now ...
Finished ...
But she also finished a second time with Him, the former without a peasant, long and badly ...
And they shook together ... and she kissed his eyes ...
And then She said ...
And He understood that this was all ...
“Listen,” she said, “I don't care where you are and with whom you are ... The main thing is you ...
And if I call you at the door and you do not answer, I cannot vouch for myself ... ”
And then She kissed and lifted His dick, and sat on it, and, looking at Her lips rising and falling, she finished three times.
They were, as it sounds sickening, "made for each other" ...
There was no question about anything ... only They together ...
He was not a “superman”, but She took Him in, They raced in some kind of sweet jump, then in the last seconds She suddenly arched, touched her gut to His head several times and exploded with a shout of “aaaaaaaa” in a fit that they seemed to shake the whole earth ...
Then it was worse ...
She came to Him all night ...
She was ... as she was ...
She just pounced on Him and took all of Him into herself ...
And she said - "now I am calm ..."
And she said - “well, today You will not leave this place ...”
And she finished ... taking Him in with all her essence, with her stomach, with her mother ...
And she fell on Him, and bit into Him, kissing, laughing and crying, sobbing and growling ... and rising ... and falling again ...
It lasted three years.
He died at age 57 from prostate cancer.
She ... after his funeral ... walked around the apartment ... and disappeared ...
She was not found. ”
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They sat in His hallway ...
He waited for her all day.
I heard She went shopping ... then returned ...
He knew that her son was about to return from the street, and soon her husband would call from work ...
He knew everything, but, having finally decided once only once in his life, he came out, rang Her doorbell and, when She opened, hiding her eyes, he said that he wanted to show her something on the computer.
Sometimes it was before, He showed her both his animations and photo collages, and two times a year and his new songs ...
And always kept his distance ...
And Her eyes were still burning from purchases, for sure She managed to buy something special today ...
They stayed in his hallway ...
She sat down, He sat down on the arm of the same chair and silently handed Her the printed pages ...
When she finished reading, she turned pale, waited a few seconds and looked up at him ...
He was waiting for everything, but not that ...
It was not hate ...
It was much deeper ...
He ... slipped from the arm of the chair and suddenly ... found himself kneeling in front of Her ...
She gazed at Him gravely, deeply and knowing everything and dropped the leaflets from her hand ...
And she began to beat Him ...
First with fist, then with palm ...
Lips, face, His beard, gray-haired ...
She beat Him and repeated only one thing: "... why ... you ... did ... this ..."
But He ... tried to evade, but when he realized that it was impossible, he tried only to kiss Her hand ...
And suddenly, having stopped, She did not even open her blouse, but, having moved her shoulders, as if she had emerged from her, and, seizing Him by the back of her head, she bent His head to her breast ...
He never kissed anything, He is sweeter and sweeter than Her breast ...
And her tights flew into the corner ...
And her little panties ...
And when He entered into Her, She did not shout “aaaaaaaa”, as in the story, only said “... oh ...” ...
And, pressing His heels, She did not touch, but clung to His end and shook for a long time, eagerly and devouring ...
They were, as it sounds sickening, "made for each other" ...
There was no question about anything ... only They together ...
He was not a "superman", but She took Him in entirely, They raced at some sweet jump, then in the last seconds She arched, pressed against His head and sighed, exploded silently in an orgasm, which, as it seemed to them, shook the whole Earth ...
Then it was worse ...
She came to Him all night ...
She was ... as she was ...
She just pounced on Him and took all of Him into herself ...
And she said softly - "now I am calm ..."
And she said softly - "well, today You will not leave this place anywhere ..."
And she finished ... taking Him in with her whole essence, with her stomach, with her mother ...
And she fell on Him, and bit into Him, kissing, laughing and crying, sobbing and growling, ... and rising up ... and falling again ...
It lasted three years.
He died at age 57 from prostate cancer.
She ... after His funeral ... walked around the apartment ... and disappeared ...
She was not found.