It was in the glorious seventies. My friend and I had a tradition to pay a walk. Fly a plane to another city for a beer or go to a tavern and take off whores, i.e. “pay a bill”. Earned well (nehilo).

As usual, after the payday, we went to the restaurant in the evening. We ordered an abundant table: brandy, champagne, a snack, and we sit - two good thirty-year-olds. I have a height of 190 cm, in Byvalov - 170 cm. We sit and bastard, and next to the table, apparently with the same purpose, two young persons came. After two dances, we invited them to our table. They, as if reluctantly, but moved to us. And then it went, went: brandy, champagne, "capital", dry, cold, hot - family relationships.

"Nahnus" - barely crawled out of the tavern. I remember, they took a "car" and drove to the "chuvihs" to the hut.

It brought me so much that I don’t remember anything further.

I remember the warm May night. Four, somewhere, at night, the balcony is open, woke up at the touch. I lay in a soft clean bed, and next to me is a magnificent, luxurious woman in which the mother gave birth. Such powerful standing breasts, dark lush hair scattered on the pillow. Captivating smell of French perfume. Well, woman! As they sing now - “I would use this one”. Here, I feel, my "comrade" got a stake from my overwhelmed feelings, and my senses won out over reason. And what is interesting, the woman, as if feeling it, clung to me in the arms. Our lips entwined in hot kisses. I feel, oh my God, bliss, I have not yet met that so hotly and passionately kissed. And our bodies entwined in a hot fight. But what kind of sex it was, I have never met such sex. I was in seventh heaven of synchronicity and dynamics. It was the height of bliss. I just had to hold on so as not to fly off the bed. So much was the strength in this woman, so much passion, and somehow everything fit, nothing hindered, but more on that later.

It was a hot fight that lasted no less than half an hour, giving both orgasms and mutual pleasure. Both closed their eyes and, embracing, contented lovers dozed off. It was already beginning to get light, and I opened sober eyes in order to better see my beauty, whom I embrace, and breathe again a sip of love. Lush black hair was strewn across the pillow, but with abundant graying.

Oh my God! Yes, she is about sixty. Brazen smiling look with false teeth. Nose potato. Curiosity tore me, who am I with? I began to lower the sheet, really, curvaceous bodies, but I have not seen so many wrinkles yet. And ... and !. something is missing that did not interfere with sex. Oh God, there was a lack of left leg above the knee. I feel the hair on my head stood on end, and the “comrade” hid from fright, although I woke up because he was standing. Looking further at my “beauty,” I saw on the whole leg (right) a drift: “I will die for the hot e. Liu!”

This arrogant look and grin. Smell of old body. To top it all off the dialogue. My "love" gave a voice: "Are you, my dear, you are frightened?" I, as they say, with a "fly" otrezrez and began to crawl out of bed. I got up and look, but where is Byvalov? And Byvalov sleeps with the old woman, about 65, in an embrace, snoring, all drunk.

And here my “love” again gave a voice: “Froska, curvy, look what a good fellow of me was fighting!”

I stand in front of a mirror in swimming trunks and look, really - a hero, height 190 cm, weight 90 kg, and so got into drinking. Checked, clothes and money whole. And he remembered, but where are the young ones who were with us. And he saw through the open doors that they were sleeping in another room with dudes, and we were laid to the old women.

And here, the circus, Byvalov opened his eyes, and when he saw Frosya next to him, his eyes became twice as wide. He jumped up, scalded, and let's grab things. And my “love” so brazenly declared: “You will not be me yet?” We, like beaten, jumped out and passing by the balcony of the second floor I looked around with fear, no matter how my “love” would jump out onto the balcony on the right foot and shout B: “Good fellow, will you still be me?” And Byvalov suddenly shouted: “Yes, that’s“ bicked up ”! That's what we were set up! ”