The doorbell rang. Reluctantly, Kidson put the magazine down, pushed the table with the fresh mail aside and shook his head.

- Who could it be? Friends usually call by phone ...

A large soft chair creaked skin and let him go. Going down into the hallway, he straightened his bathrobe and opened the door. His eyebrows rose slightly inquiringly.

At the threshold stood a young unfamiliar girl, from one glance at which, Kidson's habitually sucked in the stomach: he knew a lot about such matters - a blouse made of fine gray wool not only did not hide forms, but by fitting what it was put on, made it even more attractive and seductive. Lowering the oily gaze below, Kidson slid his eyes along the narrow miniskirt that embossed the contours of underwear in relief and transferred it to slender legs in thin, flesh-colored stockings. Swallowing a lump in his throat, Kidson looked up. The correct form of the girl's face was framed by dark silky curls, gently falling on her shoulders. Her thin, chiseled nose, combined with large brown eyes and slightly swollen lips, made her look like Dorothy Chain in “Girls from the Street,” which hire recommended “... solely for lifting the form before nightly fun.” Such thoughts in the chest of a somewhat dumbfounded Kidson gave a hunch, and he involuntarily started, which did not escape the attention of the stranger.

- Uh-uh ... - Kidson came to his senses. “What can I do for you, miss?”

Noticing all the movements of Kidson’s gaze and his respective reactions, the girl smiled slightly derisively and the cheerful sparkles slipped into her gaze.

- Excuse me, mr ...?

- Kidson, miss.

- Yes, Mr. Kidson. My name is Annette Scheinon, I work at the university. Our university is now conducting some sociological research. Could you help us a little and answer some questions?

There was still a wicked smile on her lips. Kidson licked his dry lips and smiled broadly.

“What a conversation,” he said readily. - By the way, you are very on time! I just had coffee brewed, and my wife left for the city shopping and will return only in the evening.

He flung open the door and cautiously stepped aside, making an inviting gesture with his hand.

The girl's eyes once again flashed slyly. Then she took the business handbag off her shoulder and entered the house, banging sharp heels on the hallway floor and showered Kidson with a cloud of fragrant perfumes that drive men to their senses regardless of their age. He hastily closed the door and led the guest into the hall.

She was a little ironic, but she looked around with interest, and then climbed with her legs on the chair proposed by Kidson and, as if by chance, lifted the fabric of the skirt even more.

Not able to break away from this, Kidson asked:

- Uh ... do you bring coffee?

- Yes, and if possible, with sugar and even with cream.

Having fulfilled her request, he sat next to her on the edge of the sofa, and with an ironic smile of a seasoned man looked at her questioningly, covering his robe with his hand on his lower abdomen.

The girl, noticing his manipulations, put the coffee on the coffee table, took a folder from her purse and smiled.

- I would like you to answer the question ... - She took out a magazine in a glossy cover, opened it on the first page and handed it to Kidson, - ... how do you feel about this?

It was Super XXX magazine. On the page opened by a guest, a color photograph was placed depicting a naked woman on her knees, lovingly sucking the man's dick.

With a smile frozen on his lips, Kidson looked up from porn and looked inquiringly at his interlocutor.

 — ... ?

- I mean sex and pornography?

Kidson caught her breath. He decided to take a chance. Gently leaning forward, he smoothly put his hand on her leg above the knee.

- In my opinion, porn is not bad, but I like this more ...

Her eyes lit up again, her head fell back a little, but she did not shake her hand.

“Mr. Kidson ...” she began to protest in a deaf voice, but he interrupted her.

“Call me simply Andrew ...” His hand slid up and down, feeling the quivering body instinctively responding to male caresses. Do not feel repulse, Kidson rushed forward and his other hand hugged her shoulders, and his lips dug into the neck. His noses tickled the smell of her skin and perfume, and under his fingers gently and supplely slid his chest, stomach, legs.

“Andrew ...” she moaned, leaning back and closing her eyes. - Do not ...

His fingers had already slid along the inner side of her thigh, rising higher and higher ... A shiver of desire that aroused him even more, swept through her body, and her legs involuntarily parted. Yielding to the impulse of desire, her hand slipped between the floors of the robe to release from captivity the bottoms of the long and tearing freedom of the swollen and hot cock.

Snarling with impatience and pleasure, Kidson tried to tear off her already wet silk panties. But she arched and moaned in a hot whisper:

- Let me go ... I myself ...

Driven almost to insanity, Kidson, however, managed to pull himself together and hurriedly helped her. A skirt, a belt and stockings flew to the floor, then Annette took off her blouse and bra, exposing her beautiful, perfect-shaped breasts with small, desire-arousing nipples. Kidson managed at this time to cope with the panties that smelled like women's juice and pulled off his robe, and then melting. Their lips merged in a hot, deep kiss, and the pressed bodies spoke in the language of desire, which doused them with hot all-absorbing waves.

Then Kidson could not stand it and threw the girl on the sofa, continuing to cover her face and neck with kisses. His hands gently squeezed and squeezed her body, responding to his every touch, rushing around in some crazy whirlwind of passion.

Kidson's lips touched Annette's chest and made her cry out in a sweet rush. Her fingers with long nails dug deep into his back, leaving long scratches on her, but he didn't feel it anymore. Before his eyes, there was already a tender dark down under a quivering belly and now ... his lips closed on the desired and beautiful bud, flowing with the juice of desire. He drowned. But how beautiful it was to drown in this sea, in the midst of the intoxicating aroma of this nectar and the pink petals of a love flower! The girl's body arched, sweet moans coming out of her mouth. Kidson's tongue absorbed this moisture and slid up and down the small, tight lump at the base of the petals, causing the girl to go berserk. She pressed his wet head to her thirsty bosom, spreading his legs even wider and leaning towards each movement of his tongue. Her breath caught, she moaned:

- Oh ... Yes ... More ... More! ...

At the end, himself driven to an extreme degree of excitement, Kidson broke away from this sweet source and, unable to hold back any longer, sent his hot scepter into his heart. Everything floated before my eyes. Annette screamed sweetly and wrapped her legs around her ass, as if trying to plunge Kidson all the way to the ground. Hit! One more! Their hot bodies began to rush towards each other in a kind of insane rhythm, like gladiators, one of whom sought to completely absorb the enemy, and the other - to pierce through. Time stopped.

Rolling over, she sat on top of him, inserting his cock into the greedily opened mouth of the vagina. Began to incomparable love jump. Kidson caught Annette's chest moving around in front of his face and spread her buttocks apart with his hands, making each blow for her a sweet torture. Annette thought that every time a member reaches to the heart, overwhelming her ...