wriggling around me, in an unknown way, began to guess and fulfill everything, even the smallest, my desires. I didn't even have to scratch my head. She herself didn’t need anything, I tried to put her hand there, and before she dodged, I realized that she was already flowing.

When Ksyusha with Nastya finally undressed and went to pos. 69, Marina took off my pants. From what I saw and experienced, I did not understand anything, and could not imagine in what position to have it. Everything seemed to me too banal for such an unusual occasion. Not inventing anything better, I just gave it to her mouth. Marina skillfully took to the throat, occasionally releasing to breathe. However, she took all the seed into herself without choking. After that, she carefully licked all the clumsy device, and even crawled her tongue into the hole.

Despite the fact that I formally finished, I did not get any spiritual satisfaction from an orgasm, even some kind of anger appeared, reinforced by a temporary decline in opportunities. I decided to take out all my revenge orally. I put Marina on my back and rushed to her between my legs. I licked, bit and sucked everything that came my way. The hands were thrown on hilly terrain, and simply crushed the elastic young resistance opposed to them. Marina, unlike her moaning and screaming friends, did everything in silence, only breathing deeper and more often. I understood the approximation of the apocalypse (it is just impossible to call it an orgasm) by convulsions emanating from the bottomless depths of the female body. For some reason it seemed to me that this organism should be strangled a little, and slightly squeezed Marina's throat. Convulsions intensified and she sank with the force of a boa constrictor or an octopus, clutching my head from the sides of my thighs and pressing my hands with all my strength into my vagina. Perhaps she fainted and went limp a little. Not that I would suffocate. I could not get up for some time to check whether she was alive or not, I myself had difficulty breathing.

During this time, I was again excited, but Marina, who was lying around without feelings, did not seem to be a partner to me in the near future, I again wanted passion and rabies. On the next shelf, the girls again lay one on top, the other on the bottom. Without distinguishing anything, I drove into the body that was on top. I didn’t care if they made same-sex love out of principle, or for a change. Maybe the first one I would like even more. But the girls had nothing against it. At that moment, when I joined them, they lay face to face, and when I grabbed the upper chest, I involuntarily touched the lower girl’s chest. I began to caress four breasts at the same time, grabbing the breasts of two girls with one hand. I set my legs so that my knee still falls between the lower legs. In the midst of events, Marina came to her senses, came up behind me and began to lick my anus and scrotum. In spite of everything I had just experienced, I dropped out before everyone else, and the girls were spinning around for some time.

Having aired and having smoked, we again sat down at the table to drink slightly cool beer. Although, it had every right to boil in such an environment.

- Well, and in what theatrical institute teach it? - I ask a question that has long tormented me.

The girls got crushed, got crushed, and told that yes, they are actresses. Got to some kind of a nightclub on a set. Therefore, they are exactly the same in height, weight and volume. There and learned to dance a little. The three of them have developed a “family”, they all love each other, and sometimes arrange holidays, invite someone from the outside for new impressions. But one of the visitors, or of the girls, dropped the authorities, and all three of them were immediately dismissed. The girls went to the free bread, and enlisted to a pop star in the corps de ballet for the duration of the tour. And in the town where we met, their manager began to haggle girls.The money was not bad and some agreed, and yesterday they took one by ambulance. Her client, beaten and tattered, unconscious, was thrown out of the car in front of the hotel by the client, only then he called, most likely, from the pipe to pick it up. Marinka, a former judo player, was hot-blooded, broke the manager's nose and arm, and, naturally, had to leave. Well, and friends with her. Clearly, about what calculation of speech to be and could not, just enough money for reserved seats.

It was already in the morning when the conductor decided to bang out of boredom (there was no one left in the car) to make fun of so coolly impaled passenger. He began to knock on the door and scream if I wanted tea. Bastard. I gave the girls a sign of silence. Here he tapped keys (and suddenly died). He seemed to be boozing somewhere lately and was not aware of what was happening on his car. I waved the girls, they say, get up and sheets down. Here, the goat, opens the door and half a second thinks. And then the girls squeal! He literally fell to the floor. And rightly!

We were already late by six, and decided to sleep a bit. I didn’t get such a good night either before or after. This is when three languages ​​synchronously lick the head. It continues indefinitely, about 20 minutes, if we consider the general state of fatigue.

As they began to say goodbye, I asked where to find them, if that, but they did not have a permanent address. I did not want to, but I gave them my business cards. I asked to call in a month, there was a holiday there, there would be a good dance number.

They called in a month, the holiday itself was dropped, but the girls (all three) were able to attach in Canada, along with expensive worms, but, unlike the latter, 100% legal. Write letters. Sigmund 2000