The country replaced the dismal working days with the pseudo-charge of the three-day November holiday, because of a mild cold, I sat at home and leisurely gathered on the table waiting for the guests.

They came after the demonstration, about two days, they were frozen to the end, they had already drunk a glass in the alley under the sandwich, and I realized that I had to put another device — there was a lady between my two friends.

Without a pause, they sat down at the table and immediately took it to the chest. After the first, under herring, my friends came to life, after the second, under the salad, they cheered noisily, and after the third, under the dumplings, they were lukewarm in the warmth, like a winter road under the spring sun, they sour and, remembering that they were waiting for their houses, they gathered.

“I will take them to the subway, look to let them through,” she said quietly.

“And come back ...” I suggested.

While sitting at the table and went together to the kitchen, I managed to appreciate it. She was clearly over forty, but in that time of the last color, when the woman is the berry again, that is, she is still fresh, besides, she was dressed with taste and, above all, with a wonderful sense of humor. She drank a little, savoring, in the conversation remained constantly attentive, and in actions affectionately helpful.

I was firmly younger than her, but it was only with her that I tasted the charm of the autumn charm of female maturity.

She returned, as she said, not alone, but with a flask of Armenian brandy, which was very useful after vodyara with dumplings, we nibbled on the little one with candy, I turned on the tape recorder, moved onto the couch and motioned it.

She nodded according to her head and undressed. Gently "un-armed" from the earrings, rings and pendant on a chain, hung a jersey suit on a chair, folded a black lace combination. She sat on a chair and, pulling and bending slightly plump legs, took off her stockings. And the quiet blues only decorated her striptease.

I opened my arms, but she disappeared into the bathroom and, making a shower of souls, appeared in a different guise - wrapped in an armpit towel wrapped in the armpits that was just temptingly covering the triangle.

And partition me.

In all, she was the Mistress. And smooth, like a white swan over dark waters.

I smoothed and healed my knees ... Hips ... Testicles ... And the puffy man was encouraged for his uplifting ... Tickled tongue into the navel fossa ... I didn’t expect how sensitive my nipples are sensitive ...

We kissed her drunkenly, with my fingers I shifted and pushed her buttocks apart, she straightened up and sat on my standpipe. And our ride was smooth, as in a slow movie. The clever woman then straightened herself up to almost a twine, then lifted herself on her knees and once so high that she lost contact with the limp Priapus ...

She took up its foundation and ... changed the purpose of his aspirations. I felt how tightly he rested against the anus, overcame with effort the input resistance and fell into the close embrace of a new space. My eruption was enthusiastic and not lonely ... The skillful woman did not let go of my hero, but changed the vertical movement of her pelvis to the promotion of a millstone, took a deep breath and subsided in my arms ...

She woke up, kissed me on the nose, lightly jumped off the ottoman, on the way out of the bathroom, peeked into the kitchen, slammed the refrigerator door and brought the tray. The cocktail of our kiss consisted of the aroma of brandy and the taste of lemon with sugar.

I healed her neck, shoulders, tried to open her cloak-on-lointe, but she did not give:

- Don't, I ... feel shy ... They are so small for me, just like a girl's ...

I still persuaded her. Her breasts reminded me of the Princess hillocks — the difference was that the Mistress's nipples were like two solid posts.

- I can not walk without a bra, - she complained. - They stick out like carnations ... And the men are staring, they think that I started up ...

I shamelessly used the posts, like candy, and it gradually and really started up.

- Unbearable ...- She threw me on the couch, turned on his stomach and sat down on my feet. - Relax ...

With the nails of her hands, the Clever Man, like a centipede, walked down her neck, down the shoulders to her back. From her legs, the skin, excited, dawned to the state of a goose. The completed sites rested blissfully, and untouched virgin itched in anticipation of their turn. The “centipede” got lost in the foothills of the buttocks, the Temptress lifted me to her knees and her hot tongue penetrated my anus. And with her hands she smoothed my back, which vibrated from tender bliss. It became unbearable to me ...

“It’s my turn,” I demanded, and the symmetry of our positions has been mirrored — now my tongue was tickling her anus. Finally, I straightened up and took up Priapus ready for the next round. The mistress herself spread her buttocks and he gently entered between them.

Deeper and deeper, nowhere else ... She groaned softly and clutched the sheet so hard that the canvas with star-like wrinkles stretched to her hands. Now I was already lifting up the arches of her buttocks, trying to penetrate deeper, and realizing that I had reached the limit, I firmly took hold of her hips ...

Devastated, I was kneeling before her, Priap, gradually cringing, left the conquered lands and hung helplessly upside down. She turned around and eagerly pressed her mouth to him, quite unlike the neat lady.

Later, during our meetings, I entered through the back gate of the Immortalist into the garden of pleasures and lying on my side and standing, but the evening of the first meeting gave me another strange pleasure - when I literally put it on my hero, there was a television report about the celebrations in my the country, and I felt a victorious superiority over the parade fighters, and the demonstrators demonstrated what they should do at least on holidays ... 08.18.2000