She: I already took off my underwear. So just can not lie down?

He: Gum presses. And why should we just lie down? Let's enjoy.

She: Leave me alone. Every time the same thing. Only you know.

He: Okay, okay, don't be angry. We just lie down like a brother with a sister.

She: Just do not bother.

There is a rustle of the dress being removed.

He: Let's take the bra off, he presses you.

She: My tits freeze without a bra.

He: I will warm them. We cuddle, I'll warm them up. Wow, what a great. Directly bury you can, like a haystack. "Your breasts are like two clouds that fell on the earth." Like so said King Solomon daughters of Jerusalem. Nature has created such a miracle. No matter how I look - all amazed.

She: Panties do not take off.

He: Why do they need you? Only one load.

She: Hurt you.

He: Look how nice. Body to body, skin to skin is as well pressed. The horror is so nice. "Your ass is like the two hemispheres of the earth."

She: It hurts. Crush after all.

He: Interestingly, my neighbor Eric-Armenian once admitted that he had never seen his wife’s naked body in his life ... Do not drag you a sheet. Let me admire. What could be more beautiful than the naked woven bodies of a man and a woman: In the Hermitage, I always go to the third floor to Rodin. That's who knew how to give the beauty of human plexuses and hugs. And this summer, I somehow went to a modern exhibition. Passed all, all two floors and with a balcony - and imagine, not a single naked woman or man. Until then it came, even in the painting “In the Bath”, a boy of ten was dressed in panties. Cynicism of some kind. What kind of painting without bare natures? It never happened.

She: Do you remember how you took pictures of me in Leningrad with naked men? I was terribly shy. Then for the first time I was in Leningrad, and for me naked nature with pussies seemed to be just monstrous. It seemed to me that everyone sees that I just look at these pussies. I try not to look, and so pulls the eye. They are all so small, smooth, not like you, sticking out like a stick.

He: Yes, where sticks out? Look, nestling, absolutely nestling.

She: Well, yes, I know. Lies until you touch. And as you touch, he as a tiger enraged jumps up.

He: Do not be afraid, He is not a tiger at all. It used to be. And now he is my impotent. On the dispute that you will not lift.

She: To argue. After two minutes will stand like a shaft.

He: On the argument.

She: What will I have?

He: What do you want.

She: Fifty rubles for Austrian shoes.

He: Yes, at least a hundred. I know that I will win. Nothing you can do with this mouse. What's this? This pussy, or what? So, something harmless.

She: I know it, harmless. What are you arguing. How many times have you lost?

He: So it was in the earlier times. And now you wouldn’t pick it up.

She's well. I bet. Only we will not be written. Agreed?

He: How so?

She: Yes, I do not want! Give it to you. Ready to write all day. My throat is already standing.

He: Do not exaggerate. Yes, and this week we did not write at all.

She: What are you writing ?! And on Monday? But yesterday?

He: On Monday we repaid the debt for Sunday. And yesterday was written? I don't remember something.

She: Well, you give. Already forgot. In the morning I was raped by a sleepy and you still ask.

He: It does not count in the morning. This is a random pussy.

She: That's it, you've already chosen a limit for this week. They say itself Belyanchikova on the box said that it was necessary once a week. Give it to you every day. Yes, I do not like it.

He: Yes, well, I am a woman, what to look for?

She: Go and search. Just leave me alone.

He: And what is my fault that I always want.

She: You're some kind of crazy. You need to go to the doctor. Maybe he'll give you pills. Or ask Belyanchikolvoy for help.

He: Yes, you are not right. Do you know what a modern man suffers from? Hypodynamic. And one pussy is equivalent in efforts to five kilometers of jogging or lifting to the tenth floor. Are we jogging with you? Not. But we will love each other. Let's run five kilometers now. With pussy - from a heart attack.

She: That you stuck.What do you guys imagine? That's what? And I will answer. A man is not a man, but a sperm factory. How much did you make it? How much did you pour it into me? Count so horrified.

He: That's for sure. Maybe half a pound will be.

She: Polpuda you already bent.

He: Let's count. Let five grams at a time. How many years do we have a relationship with you? Let 100 times.

She: One hundred will not.

He: And remember how in the summer in the Crimea.

She: There you fucked me at all. Twice a day. I really did not know where to run.

He: It was me that you were thin.

She: Something does not give effect to your method. Look, what a zhirnyaga has become. Say I'm fat. Say, say, see what happens.

He: No, you are not fat at all. You're just a donut.

She: Who will love me so fat? Are you?

He: Why, now I just want to love.

She: Not so. Soul, not pussy.

He: The men have the whole soul in the pussy. In general, you correctly noticed that a man is a factory for the production of sperm. And what is needed for the health of a man and his longevity? That this factory functioned correctly. Agree?

She: So what?

He: And what is important for the normal operation of the factory?

She: And what is the main thing?

He: Sales and regular supply of finished products. This is the main thing for any plant to work well, because the most harmful is when finished products overflow with warehouses and internal channels. Then it is necessary to stop the conveyors, to slow down production, it is disorganized, and if often, it can fall apart altogether. Agree?

She: What are you getting at?

He: To the very same. Regular sex life and there is a regular shipment of the finished product from the men's farm. So this is the guarantee of health of men, which must be protected. Another "Literary" wrote about it. Maybe every cancer in men from unmet sexual needs, and even premature impotence - as twice two. Maybe you want this?

She: I want it terribly. Then I could play your pussy without any fear. Raised and lowered. The right will fall - you go for kefir. It will fall to the left - you will also go for bread. How nice it would be.

He: Stupid you.

She: It's you smart. Everywhere you are right, and you will compose all the theory. Even on the pussy, and then composed.

He: Caress me. Pat on the chest, and on the ass, too. I'm terribly lustful to your caresses. Oh please.

She: Yes, I do not want! Here is the stuck!

He: But I want it!

...

He: Well, sorry, do not be offended. Do you understand why I exploded? Tell me, are you not angry? Come to me. Like this. Put the head on the chest.

She: When I want, I myself come to you. Well I'm not ashamed. And now I do not want. And you roar like a beast.

He: Sorry, honey. But you also try to understand. And I do not always want to do something. But if I see you craving for it, I try. After all, it is unthinkable that two people converge absolutely in everything - mentally, ideologically, gastronomically, and the devil knows how else, plus sexually. It’s just impossible for two people to agree on everything. Therefore, we must look for compromises. What to do if we have different temperaments. Do not disperse because of this, if we are so much united. Someone needs to give in or pretend, But a man in sex cannot pretend. Kohl is not worth it, then here you will not pretend that you are burning with passion. And it is incredibly hard for a man to suppress his temper. He's done crazy, the mind completely loses. No wonder because on sexual grounds so many crimes are committed, despite the penalties and articles of the Criminal Code. So willy-nilly, you need to pretend to be a woman, and to give in to her, Yes, she is not worth much to pretend. And you do not want, so you can always whisper to yourself - on, choke, so that you break the pussy! Is not it?

She: He thought of that pussy to break. Why do you need me this way? I then find another guy.

He: But you yourself do not like this thing.

She: I love, but when rare. And you almost get stuck with me every day.

He: Well, you see, that's all gone. You know how unpleasant it is.

She: And I just like that. Here he moved again ... In, it almost reaches the navel. Well, let's go a little more. But something you brought him, poor thing, even he lost weight.“Your pussy is like a ray of sun piercing the space,” did not the daughter of Jerusalem tell King Solomon?

He: Kiss me ... In the chest ... In the tummy ... More ...

She: Can I bite you here?

He: Only until the first "oh" ... Oops! ... Oh, it hurts.

She: And I am terribly pleased. I love to bite badly. Only you hurt and rarely give.

He: Because you are a sadist by nature. How much I have already mocked.

She: If I like. Done already. Argued.

He: Come to me.

She: I do not want. I feel good too quickly.

He: And I love it when you do me well. After all, all men in the field of sex are divided into male men and male women. You know the anecdote about an Armenian who dragged a girl to the hotel, did not have time to look around, and she was already in bed. He pulls her off and says, "Get dressed." She was frightened, dressed. And the Armenian says: “And now I will rape you. And you resist. Here is a typical male case. And on the contrary, I love it when a woman does me well.

She: Do not invent. Today is not a holiday. That will be Sunday, then we will make a festive pussy, I myself will sit on you. And now come on. And then you agree until it falls again.

He: How so? Da Vinci?

She: Yeah. Without best practices. As it should be.

He: Who is supposed to?

She: I do not know. But this is considered moral, and anything else is depravity.

He: Some nonsense. Who cares, what and how do the two in bed do? Maybe even soon the law will be issued, how and in what way can a man be loved with a woman?

She: What do you think? You corrupted me. Do you know what I was before? Even she was afraid to take a pussy in her hand, in panties, a bra and a shirt, she went to bed with her lover. You corrupted me.

He: Do you grieve?

He: Nope. Well, go faster, and then you agree.

...

She: What is your pussy angry today.

He: I do not know. Ordinary.

She: Just do not rush. And then you finish it yourself, and you throw me halfway, even if you run for a man ... I’m lying to me. Lie down just like that.

...

He: Oh ... oh ... Oooh ...

She: More. Deeper ... Well, even a little bit ... What is she so little you have ... Oh ... oh ... oh.

...

She: Get off me.

He: Good for you?

She: Three-quarters.

He: And you said everything - I don't want, I don't want. And almost every time you feel good.

She: And at first I do not want.

He: It's all from the mischief of yours. You know that it will be good, but just to annoy me you say - I do not like, I do not like.

She: So what? And still, do not bother me every day. Lie down so.

...

She: It smells.

He's good?

She: Nah. In a different way today.

He: You are fantasizing.

She: You can sleep seven minutes more. I'll be ready for now.

...

She: Wake up my little bird.

He: Ah.

She: Wear panties. Already time.

He: Damn. Again to work. Hurry to retire. 1981