Our team, though small, is fairly cohesive. First, all of almost the same age are 25–35 years old, with the exception of the boss, Vera Ivanovna Shuiskaya, the matron is 58 years old. Well, and secondly, all shobutnye, funny, who love to have fun and know how to do it, came up.

That day we celebrated the birthday of our Lenochka. As always noted noisy and in a big way. We ordered a separate room in a restaurant and there they came off in full with the music and whining of our girls. We would have diverged even more, but it cost Vera Ivanovna only to look in our direction, and the fun stopped. Then we, the men, that is, decided to quickly drink it and send it home. We did not leave her for a minute, strewed compliments in her direction, thanked her for what we did not get, and poured and poured. After an hour and a half, when Vera Ivanovna decided to visit the ladies' room, her gait was already slightly unsteady, and by the way she clutched at the walls, it looks like someone shook the floor.

The moment has come to decide who will be lucky to get home. We decided to quit on matches, well, and as you may have already guessed, I got a short one. The men sympathetically patted on the shoulder, they say, today you are, and tomorrow we are, and rushed into the fun.

When Vera Ivanovna returned, I asked how she was feeling and suggested that she take her home. She immediately agreed. I called a taxi, helped Vera Ivanovna dress her overcoat and dressed myself. The first bell of fear rang me when we started to go down from the second floor, I had to constantly maintain it so that it would not fly down. There was already a taxi on the street, without incident, we climbed inside, she gave her address, and we set off. Honestly, I was counting on a quick take Cobra home, and go back to the restaurant, and there I’ll give a light to Svetka ... In the midst of my sexual dreams, suddenly fell on me, I was a little confused, but looking at her face, I realized that she just fell asleep. So we drove to her house.

Together with the taxi driver, we slightly pushed her and pulled her out of the car. I asked the taxi driver to help me drag her to the fifth floor, but he refused. Then I asked him to wait for me, but he just waved his hand and immediately left.

I will not tell the epic of climbing stairs. I’ll just say that while I dragged her to the floor I was all wet with sweat, my legs trembled treacherously from the strain, and my hands hurt. And how many "good words" I said Cobra's address, do not count. All the way up it took exactly twenty-seven minutes. I sat her down on the floor near the door and took a breath for a few minutes. She just slept at that time. I have the right coat pocket, I found a bunch of keys, opened the door, entered and undressed from the beginning myself. When I went to the site behind Vera Ivanovna, she no longer sat, but lay. Here, my gentlemanly manners have changed me. Without hesitation, I grabbed the collar of my coat and dragged it into the apartment.

About how to go back to the restaurant, even speech could not go. Then I got a mile away from me, and the time passed decently, twenty on the road, half an hour here, thirty minutes on the way back, taking into account that you still need to call a taxi. In general, I will get to the closing. With anger, I even kicked the wall.

“Well, okay, I dragged him to the house, I’ll lay it on the bed already,” I decided, and began to tear off my coat and boots from Vera. It seems that you are busy with the doll, turned on its side - lies, turned on its stomach - lies. I coped with my coat without any problems, made her sit down, pulled off her shoulders, and then just pulled out from under her. But when I began to take off my boots, I would not argue here, wanting to annoy or humiliate her at least, threw the hem of her skirt on her very stomach. My eyes appeared her legs, pulled into a caprice of pantyhose, to the very top. You could even consider the pattern on her panties.I took off my boots, looked again at her legs, and feeling a wave of desire rising in me, decided not to tease myself, pulled my skirt down. Then I decided where her bedroom was, picked her up under her arms and dragged her to the bed.

Wishing at least to thank myself for the work done, I decided to make myself some coffee. In the kitchen, I quickly found a Turk, ground coffee and a minute later the aroma of freshly brewed coffee spread through the room. I poured it into my cup, and, waiting for it to cool down a bit, I decided to look around her apartment for a bit. While I was looking at the books in her room and sipping coffee, there were sounds from the bedroom. I immediately approached her, fearing that she became ill. Everything turned out to be much simpler, while I conjured coffee and looked at the decor, Vera Ivanovna turned over on her back, her head was thrown backwards strongly, which caused the powerful snoring. My irritation disappeared like a hand, it even became a little pitiful. How bad she will be tomorrow. I pulled a blanket out of the floor and covered it from above. I myself went to dress. Pulling on my jacket and shoes, I decided to look at last as she was there. The blanket was lying on the floor, and Vera Ivanovna was lying on the very edge of the bed. I dragged her over the center and again covered her with a blanket. But I did not even have time to get out of the room, as she stirred again and again threw back the blanket.

At that moment, for the first time, I had a crazy thought to undress her. Throwing off my outerwear, I sat down next to her on the bed. To make sure that Vera Ivanovna would not wake up while I was undressing her, I shook her shoulder from the beginning, then shook her thoroughly, and then, for certainty, even a small slap slapped her. Only my last actions caused at least some reaction from her side - she mumbled something and turned over on her side.

Well, let's get started. While she was lying on her side, I easily got to the zipper on her skirt, unzipped it and pulled it off. Then I pulled off her jacket. He turned her on her back and unbuttoned and pulled off her blouse. Now she lay in front of me half-naked. White lace bra, black tights and white lace panties under them. And although I understood very well that, compared to me, she was an old woman, and it really suits me only as a grandmother, but my dick demanded another, especially after it didn’t work with Svetka. In order not to be excited further I covered her with a blanket and went to the exit. I stopped in the doorway of the room and looked round. She slept completely without paying attention to all manipulations with her. "Eh, was - was not" - I decided, and returned again to the bed.

I put my hand under the blanket and stroked her belly, then ran my hand over her pubis and even pressed my finger to her bosom. No reaction. I threw the blanket back a little, just enough to bare my chest. Due to the fact that she was lying on her back, her breasts lost their shape and flowed out a little from under her bra. Carefully, fearing to wake, I turned her over on her side, undid the hooks, and then, also carefully, turned her back on her back. I stretched her arms along the body and pulled off her bra. White, covered with stretch marks and vascular pattern, her half-empty breasts, parted to the sides. The first thing that struck me was the size of her nipples. The nipple halo took about a third of the breast in size and was as big as a small saucer. It all crowned pale pink nipple the size of the phalanx of my little finger. From the beginning with one hand, and then with two, I began to stroke and knead her breasts. I pressed the nipples inwards, then putting both breasts together, rubbed them between the nipples.

The temples bled more and more. Having played enough with her breasts, I decided to pay attention to her bottom. Without throwing off the blankets, I ran my hands under her gum pantyhose and underwear and, as far as possible, squeezed down. Under my fingers were the curls of her hair. Slightly stroking the pubis, I put my hands between my legs, and after a second I felt her lips. Carefully, God forbid, not to wake up, I spread her petals and got a finger inside.

If someone had told me that I would ever touch Vera Ivanovna, I would have laughed before losing my pulse.We must come up, I and our Cobra, die or stand up. And now I’m picking at her pussy and even ...