All happy families are alike, each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. So it seems written by Count Lev Nikolayevich. He also added: “Everything was mixed up in the Oblonskys' house ...” Everything in our family was also mixed up. With Ludka, we have been married for seven years and, in general, everything is like everyone else. The first three years was love-carrots and sex to exhaustion. I fucked my wife almost every day and not just once. Going to bed, he trembled with impatience, waiting for Lyudka to finally undress and my dick happily jumped up, barely seeing her bare ass. And so, when she went to bed next to me and I pressed against her from behind, and used to climb my hand in her pussy, everything was all there ... I never lost time with a gift for various preludes, I used to turn my wife on my back, with my knee unclenched and with my end forward to her crack. And for the dick I was, that she was still dry, for the dick that was not warmed, but the fuck and the fuck, and she only waited patiently when I salt.

Ludka herself did not get much pleasure. I did not even know why then. I thought, well, the young still, probably, didn’t get angry, and maybe it was very torn during childbirth and damaged some erogenous zones, and it happens ... Actually, it didn’t take me much. Anyway, I brought her to orgasm, well, not by a cock, so Ludka ended up with a hand exclusively from my hand, or rather from a finger, when I had her clitoris smoothed to her. But I still hoped that with time she would go crazy and be, like other women (and I occasionally had other women) moaning on my dick. Time passed, but we still had everything: from my side - a hurricane, and from her - silence. The same thing every day. From this, probably, from this routine and from this silence during intercourse, I lost interest. Every month, my wife's wife is getting less and less, until he completely abandoned this business.

Ludka at first did not pay attention to it, and then turned and sounded the alarm. Began to strain. In the mouth began to take, substitute the ass, but it was not that. There was in it some kind of goddamned thing, to which I always sank in the women. One effort and patience, and this made me neither cold nor hot, it only got worse. The case was slowly but surely rolling towards divorce. In the end, last summer we made a last attempt to establish our intimate relationships (otherwise, by the way, oddly enough, everything was fine with us). We decided to spend your vacation together on the sea, in the Crimea. After all, we met there. And so, then, whether the vision was for his wife, or if someone prompted her, she persuaded me to return there and, of course, to start over. True, I resisted a little bit — from a dead donkey’s ears — that was all I thought, and then I agreed.

There is some kind of conservatism in me - I also throw away old things when there is absolutely no use for them. But for the sake of the family, my wife, yes, please, I would have agreed not to do so ... So we went. By train to Simferopol, then by car to Koktebel. We arrived, rented a room, began to rest. The sea, the sun, the air ... what else does a person need for happiness and for sex. Well, you know all this. And it seems to have somehow even helped. On the very first day, I fucked Ludka, fucked right as before in our best times, expired so to speak with sperm in my wife's pussy. Still, the change of scenery, in all the smart books about it is written ... And then Lyudka, as always, was immediately burnt in the southern sun and was so rosy, so hot, so calling ... In general, I fucked her for the first time in six months .

Fucked ... and then again, stop ... ales, again on the brakes, again kaput ... I get up dick, but I can not finish, even though what are you doing, everything is missing. Some kind of stagnation in the brain ... Yes, even then suddenly various distracting circumstances from the side appeared. Well, you can imagine what a holiday in the resort is. Koktebel is a big village, a bunch of houses on the beach. With each house of the type "boarding house" on our still Soviet mode-pristroyochki, rooms, sheds for holidaymakers, for $ 3 from the nose per day.Lyudka and I lived at the very end of a long row of such rooms. The windows looked out into a ravine covered with cherry plum and other southern trees, and the entrance was from a small courtyard. In the courtyard there was a table, benches, tiles to cook and a washbasin to wash.

At this table, we, along with other gentlemen-comrades vacationers, our neighbors, had breakfast, lunch and dinner. After dinner, usually sour, good was that cheap master wine. The people, as always, came up very differently, both in terms of level and occupation, as they used to say “from all over our vast country”, but everyone got to know each other quickly for wine and it was all very fun and good, like in one big family. In the next room with us lived a purely male company: three peasants lived there. I immediately spotted one of them, Anatoly. Yes, and not to notice it was simply impossible. It was a strong uncle, about thirty-five, dark-haired, with a mustache neatly trimmed in ebarski. He walked exclusively with a naked torso, with an open hairy chest and tight-fitting black bicycles.

It was in these bicycles that they were ... They not only did not hide from prying eyes, but on the contrary, very, very strongly! emphasized all the advantages of Anatolia. He had an appetizing, muscular buttocks turning into long, slender legs, well, and in front ... The front was clearly visible member of Anatolia. That was a member !!! not some kind of bump you. God already sent a gift to the peasant, so he sent it. The member was simply unimaginable size, somewhere far beyond even twenty cm and proportional to the thickness. And this is only in his calm "lying" state. The bike was clearly not enough to accommodate such great dignity and therefore the dick constantly changed its location. Then he lay in the left leg, almost protruding from it, then in the right. That Anatoly positioned his gun sideways, then up.

And all the time there was a huge bulge on the pants, a straight hump of some kind, which rested the gaze of everyone whom Anatoly met. When I first saw this hump, I just froze in place with my mouth gaping with amazement, and Anatoly with a triumphant look and a slight grin on his lips proceeded past. One look at this guy was enough to understand what it is, who it is and why it is. Ebar from ebari, male dog from males, huyvsun-one word, because, what else could you do with such wealth, how not to fuck, fuck and fuck, fuck left and right, what else to do, I personally even can not imagine. Well, except that the pears can ramble in the local gardens. And the day before yesterday I personally had to make sure of this.

After lunch, when Lyudka indulged, like all the siesta resorts, that is, after an afternoon nap at the hottest time of the day, I was tempted to piss. The toilet was located in the far corner of the garden and was a structure that was familiar to every Russian person. I made my way along the path among the blackberry bushes to this building, and I had already opened the door when I heard a stifled sob from somewhere at the side of the corner of the garden. I froze and listened. After a moment, the sob repeated, then another ... I stood for a moment, wondering, and then slowly, sneaking, went to the sound. In the corner of the garden were stone blocks for building a house. I walk up carefully to these blocks, look behind them and ohuyu. There is such a fucking !!!

In short, this here is the most Anatoly woman with might and main is jabbing. And I immediately recognized this woman, from ours she, from the rest, Inna to call. You already know a little like forty, completely ordinary and I would even say simple, too simple. And like all simple women quite plump and plump, but with big tits and big ass. She seemed to be an accountant from some northern town and came to rest on the sea with her husband and two children, a boy and a boy ... "All this guards I suppose are also sleeping now, sleeping and not knowing ... how their mother is here well ... "- I thought.A woman is lying on some old mattress burned in several places, her robe is stretched, her legs wide open, and this fucker Tolyan