Standing in the closet is not dead alive. And these freaks continue to hussar.

The wise man took out a bottle of vodka and two stacks. Spilled. Overthrown.

- Hear Mudyan and if this nipple refuses with two men at once?

- Fuck what? If he refuses, he will get a knee in the ass and fly out of the company. And she will no longer do blowjob, but fuck sucking.

“Haha,” Krutysh bellowed.

- Well, let's hryapny still one by one and home. Tomorrow we have a bath day.

- Let's grunts. Well, what shuddered?

- flinched.

Then Mudik threw an empty bottle in the trash, and friends went home.

I waited in the closet for a while on every fireman, they suddenly returned. But they did not return, and I slipped out of the office unnoticed.

It was already late, I was standing alone at the bus stop. Suddenly a foot patrolman approached me.

- Your documents are citizen?

- Oh, and I forgot them at home - I answer.

- Well, let's go in the department for identification.

- Maybe we can agree.

- Here in the department and agree.

Well, good sergantis be yours. I have always wondered why the cops have such a mouse inconspicuous form. While in one of the programs of KVN the answer was not heard: “the garbage should not be noticeable on the asphalt”.

So they lead me to the ward. Outside the night. Led means to the attendant.

- Full Name? - asks cop.

- Stepashkina Alisa Rashidovna.

Well, further in the form: where do you live, with whom are you fucking ?. Well, all the detailed answer.

- Good. Please sit in the chamber. For now we will check everything.

The kind of kind of building. We know their courtesy. From the evil one she.

Well, then I am sitting in a cell, a cobbler was still with me, but thank God, Lesbian didn’t bother me, compared to her in general, she was beautiful. After an hour, the sergeant comes and yells:

- Stepashkina on the way out. Well, I think, thank God, now they will be released on all four sides, they have figured it out. But it was not there.

They bring me to the leather, black door on which hung a gilded plaque: "the head of the traffic police of the R-th ATS of the city of N-sk. Col. Palkin-Polosatkin S. S." Launch me to him. Polkan turned out to be an overweight peasant, about forty-five years old.

- Hello Madame Stepashkina.

“By the way, Mademoiselle, citizen colonel.”

“Okay, drop the official tone.” Call me just Svistuny Spetssignalovich. Good?

- Good Svistuny Spetssignalovich.

- Well, that's nice. I have one request for you, my dear, you know, at the F-th cemetery, a fatal accident occurred. And now it's night in the yard and those who are understood during the day with fire cannot be found. Sorry for the pun.

- And if I do not agree to be understood.

- Well, go home. True, we have a gang of rapists here.

Raped anyway. - Then his eyes carnivorous flashed and I was scared.

- Be good to you. I agree.

- So that's great. Now I will call to give us a car and we will go to the F-th cemetery or as everyone calls it the Fallen Pedestrian Cemetery.

- Why is it so called?

- Oh, it's a long story. - here Spetsznalych eyes clouded haze. - I'll tell you on the way.

Well, it means we left the mentovka, sat down in some kind of tattered goat. We are going. I sit in the back seat with a regiment. This tarantas jumps on each mound. I'm shaking.

- So Alice, you wanted to know why this cemetery is so called? Well listen. This story happened 23 years ago when I was a young elder and stood near Mymrino, a village not far from the cemetery. It was a warm morning on June 22, and a graduation ceremony was held in schools.

Mymrino village was no exception. It was 5.30 in the morning I was on duty.

Suddenly, a group of drunken graduates of 7 people appeared. They were shouting something. But it was badly clear what. Suddenly, the military Urals appeared around the bend. He was driving at high speed and I tried to stop him. But the driver did not react to this.Then the drunken boys jumped out onto the road, trying to parody me and stop the truck.

You hear he crushed them all under him! - here the voice of the colonel broke a scream.

- Then I grabbed a gun, called for reinforcements. And in pursuit. I shot the whole clip, but in vain, and the Ural was blocked on the next post. The car was stolen by a deserter, but when he was caught he seemed to explain to himself, he “shot himself”. From now on, we are participants in that operation and our like-minded friends hold a memorable evening on road safety once a year during the full moon. Naturally, we conduct it in this cemetery next to the graves of those guys.

I accidentally looked out the window of the UAZ, I was smiling at the full moon. Then I began to worry.

- Well, Alice, we arrived, come out. - The colonel said and helped me get out of the car.

- And where is the accident? Something I do not see anywhere machines or victims.

- Wow what a hurry. And just to walk in the evening with the old colonel. It is not.

- Well, firstly, you are not old, and secondly, this is not evening, but three o'clock in the morning and I need to hurry home.

- Well, Alice, you will go home, but first you will hear a lecture on road safety.

- Stop! Is that a graveyard?

- Well yes. What's so special about it? Why fear the dead, the living must be afraid - and then his eyes flashed terribly.

- Okay, I will listen to your lecture, will you take the current home later?

- It depends on how quickly it will reach you. If like before a giraffe, then after three days we let it go But you, I see the girl intelligent. Brothers knit it! - Svistuny Spetssignalovich screamed with a good mat.

Immediately because of the bushes good fellows appeared in police uniform. They knocked him down with a bludgeon on the ground, twisted his arms, put on bracelets. Legs tied with a strong rope, his mouth gagged. Then these brave debris hoisted me on his shoulder like a log.

- Where to carry her father Svistuny? - asked one of them.

“God will take our victim to the place and may the God of the Radar take it - then he whistled to the police whistle and those two too.

They brought me to the cemetery, around the crosses. I see in the center of the cemetery the candles are burning. Bring closer, I see the cops gathered around the clearing. There are three circles of burning candles in the meadow. The first circle of red candles, the second of the yellow, the third of the green. Traffic light type symbolize, as I understood. They put me in the center circle, and there everything is ready. The striped cross on which they crucified me was, well, not natural, and my hands were tied to my hands. Well, I think what will happen next. And then it was this: Svistuniy's father (as everyone called him, he was like a high priest in them) went up on some kind of tombstone, gave up his hands to the opposite cross, on which the usual police radar hung and gave a speech:

- Oh God Radar, all fixing. We are here to sacrifice your worst enemies and the young virgin to you. So that you would grant us more wages, bring more wealthy dummies to the road, save unreasonable pedestrians, because it is difficult to collect tribute from them in your name.

Brothers! Give praise to our God - here all the cops whistled to their whistles. Father Svistuny came up to me and took out the gag.

- Well, Alice, do you agree to sacrifice her virginity to the god Radar?

- Firstly, I do not know any god Radar, and secondly I have not been a virgin for a long time.

- Alice, everything in life is relative - here he began to take off my clothes. In the end I was left lying completely naked and crucified on a striped cross. Then the henchmen of Swistunia's father brought a plastic bag without a bottom, which they put on me like a skirt.

After this, the colonel threw off his trousers, and tried to poke the polyethylene with his dick, such as the hymen I decided to break. But either the polyethylene was too strong, or the whistler's dick was not hard enough, the current did not work for the polkashi.

- Brothers give me a sacred rod! - cried the father of the Whistler Immediately a starley brought a velvet box. The colonel, trembling with excitement, opened his hands. Inside it lay an old gaish rod.

- This is the rod I stopped for the first time and fined one of the wrap. I hope you understand how he is dear to me. Rejoice brothers for God Radar himself will deprive his sacrifice of virginity with the help of this sacred rod - here Svistuny raised the rod and pierced the interfering polyethylene, having previously stretched it. Then putting aside the unnecessary rod, he climbed on me and began frictions.

I was terribly excited by all this rite and flowed, so Swistunia's dick entered smoothly. After three minutes he finished and I along with him. A whistle obnadal me all the pussy so that Malofya flowed freely from her. Then Whistler for some reason put a whistle in my pussy.

- The brothers will give praise to Radar - said the father of the Whistunium and whistled a whistle, but the good whistle did not work out as the little snoot began to bleed. It turned out some whistling wheeze. Then all the cops took turns whistling a whistle.

- So the brothers betray the fire of the worst enemies of our God Radar, damned Anti-Radar. - here the cops brought 10 anti-radar pieces and put it to the cross, where the radar hung. Then Father Svistuny poured gasoline over them and set it on fire. Then some cop brought a handkerchief to my nose and I turned off. I woke up in the morning near the highway. Baska was unbearable. There were no cars, but a tractor left the village. On which I got to the suburbs, and there on the Kolyma reached the house. I smelled all the diesel while I was driving in the tractor, so the first thing I took was a shower. She drank aspirin and tried to sleep. But as soon as I started to fall asleep, the phone rang.

- Hi Alice is me.

- Hello Mudik.

- I transferred the money to your account. Therefore, we are going to a bath today to celebrate it. By the way with me will be cool. Well, how about. K.?

- OK.

Is not enough on my ass adventure?

To be continued: maybe.

P. S. Continuation will be if there will be at least 15 applications with a request to continue the story. And then maybe my story is not interesting to anyone.

P. P. S. The guard slipped on my urine and pulled my hand. I was laughing so hard. It will be necessary next time to pile on. So that he not only slips, but also gets dirty.