Treason whether it is in the life of a family or in the state. level always has one to disgust simple scheme. It starts with longing from burning desire, thirst for delight, expectations of something new and incredible, and ends with a banal fucking, cramps in the knees, snotly hanging member and a great desire to send everything to the dick.

Olga, a rather beautiful young lady, married my friend Lech, according to the standard principle. Having talked with cool and rich boys, I decided to become a decent lady from the middle class. And after a couple of meetings with Lehoy, he turned into a lo, ha. Without going deep into the intricacies of petty-bourgeois intrigues, I will say one thing, Olga flew in exactly from Lehi, and after nine months of their acquaintance, no one could refute this fact. They had a son. As time went on, I conquered the heights of young people's dreams, I received pizdyuley and distributed them myself in huge quantities, earning my life I became rich and sometimes poorer than a beggar. Simply put, for a couple of years, my sidekick friend fell out of my sight.

Human life is a dumb thing, and with sober eyes I am pretty sick of it, the turns of the spiral of being begin to tire as soon as they repeat a couple of times, even with a minor update. Who was in the universities, he understood me. Knowledge luggage is only a disappointment from the predictability and standard of many situations. The human simplicity comes out and in order not to break loose, I close up alone in an empty apartment and get drunk to hallucinations. I know what awaits me in a year, two, three. I know that having received your orbit at birth, a person will rotate along it like a ball along the bottom of a copper pelvis. The length of the orbit, or whatever you like to call it, the events of life, being, depends on the intellectual level of the person. If an individual has one gyrus, along the ass, then everything is simple and clear for him: he woke up, fucked up, washed his hands and fell asleep. And if, besides that gyrus, there is at least one more, a trail of gum from cowards, then a person begins to toil with different thoughts. So I saw Olga for the first time, smiled involuntarily.

Beautiful 19 year old lady. A wisp of desire in the eyes and a touch of profligacy in the voice. I looked at Olya and Lech, and barely smiled and thought: “Eblan you, Lech. It will not be yours. ”No, it was not from envy that I thought so. There are pairs that are completely unsuitable for each other, not according to the beauty of the exterior, but according to some other invisible attribute. I do not brag in any way, but since the age of 18, I have spent a lot of time studying the better half of humanity, and have learned how to choose a type of behavior with a particular person. At first glance, it was clear that Olga in a man needed only a penis and a pair of eggs, and such a baida as love, cordiality and soul was all garbage. What to do if a person is initially pale, moreover, Olga is such a person who should be immediately picked up by the collar and not for a moment not weaken her hand, otherwise it will not end well. Such ladies are very dissolute (what a folly - show me at least one righteous woman), or rather they are vulgar, they want not only the sweetness of their pussy, but they are also deeply confident that they can command the whole world with their washcloth. Yes, many people succeed in doing so if, next to her, a complete dolbaeb who imagines that his money insures him against a seal in a copper shirt. As a rule, ladies like Olga are not destined to understand that sweeping pussy and ruling are not compatible things. You can achieve a lot through the body, but even prostitutes do not always get both the buzz and money right away. In short, at first glance, I realized that Olga was just a fad. Knowing what awaits my best friend and not wanting him hangers (for the slow-witted - horns) on my head, I tried to explain to him the whole delicacy of his situation. By his command he discouraged his sufficiently experienced friend in psychological matters, that is, me. Lech was like a deaf blind man.

The woodpecker reached free pussy, and imagined bitches that I envy.Okay, to hell with you, everyone goes to the cemetery on their way.

Time passed, and life pushed me with my once best friend. He has changed a lot, became angry and sullen. Their son was already two years old, chaos and mess reigned in the family. Lech had once blown away specks of dust from Olga, launched such speed in her address that I, like an unrecognized master of selected artistic mat and professional scolding, wanted to vomit from the audible.

Predictions have come true, but what the hell are the predictions, I told you the more you know in life, the more you want to get drunk before complete opposition. The desire to dominate and get pleasure turned out for Olga so that Lekha, having been late to take her by the collar, compensated for this with rare but powerful beatings for the desire of a married lady to know a couple - three extra members.

I was invited by my friend for his spouse's birthday. And I arrived there not by the fact that I wanted to congratulate someone or to chat with an old friend under a cheerful degree, I just ran out of money and the beer I had drunk during the day was clearly not enough for me to double in my eyes.

For a long time without seeing Olga, I was pleasantly surprised by her appearance. All the same young mothers, like pregnant women, have a special sexuality.

All evening Olga circled and cooed around a pleasant guest. Being not the most modest person in my life, I was somewhat embarrassed by this turn of events, or rather my attention to my person, which made me sober and I had to drink a new and new mug of beer to achieve my good goal. Toli from zadolbennosti life, toli Lech completely lost ground, but after a couple of hours of a beer marathon interspersed with vodka sprint, Alexey was drunk in the house. In order not to interfere with the child who has departed to sleep and his daddy, he and I have moved into the kitchen. We drank beer and chatted for life.

I was pleasantly drunk and perfectly understood why she did not drink. She is fascinated by the process of communicating with a whore, as Lech responded to me. She gets the opportunity to touch the person to whom she gave up without hesitation on that first day of dating. I sit and perfectly understand this whole canoe. I make a complement to her beautiful legs, they are really beautiful, I make a complement to her lips, they are pleasantly plump, I look at them and I understand that I want to give it to her cheek. I have no desire for the body, my thoughts want depravity and fun. I want to kink. Damn, getting into a drunken nirvana failed only in vain choking with beer, well kink it, kink so. By that time, Olga, had already put on a short skirt, so that it was more convenient to show me her lovely legs. She catches the buzz, teasing a seasoned dog, as they and Lehoy thought about me. Call me a whore, the same as a sleeve with a condom. I did not see pussy in the vicinity, except in a fight.

Olga spins around me, then pouring wine at me (wine after beer, how vulgar), then removing various rubbish from the table.

Turning her juicy ass, she smiles and I like this whole canoe situation. For a moment, she caught up with my shoulder, and I touched her gorgeous thigh with my right hand. I looked into her eyes, they had lust and desire. My palm went up the inside of my thigh. Olga froze when her fingers penetrated under her panties with a familiar movement. I didn’t stand on ceremony with my middle finger in my already wet pussy. Olga leaned over my face and her beautiful lips touched mine. Female kiss drunk stronger wine, but Olga is my wife, though my former but friend. I regain control of thoughts and light up the last cigarette. Dark thoughts of justice and sinfulness flew on like a gang of dashing Tatars. But we are going and going to the street to the nearest stall for wine and cigarettes.

We walk slowly through the dark courtyard. As it is beautiful on an April night, cold freshness adds hop to the mind, and you want to be left alone. Olga gently pressed against me.

I stop and put the purchased a couple of bottles of wine on the ground, smoothly unfolds Olya with my back to me. I gently hug what I whisper in her ear, listening to her breathing. All she is ready.I ask her to take off her panties. To which she abruptly turned her face to me and looked into my eyes with surprise. Yes, my dear kink, so kink. I thrust both hands under her short ...