My Kent got a job as a guard at the institute during the regional administration. Not because it’s a good job, but because sooner or later they give apartments there. He himself worked in crowns, and he found a homeless man, made him wash himself, bought him clothes, and he spent the day there and spent the night, what he ate was unknown, but from the salary the Kent honestly gave him 25-30 percent.

And we periodically drove there to pobuhat, before the poebsti girls: a separate room, table, tile, DIVAN, tape recorder (reel, but with speakers gave out well, although the recording, of course, 8-10 years ago - Sandra, Kino, etc.). While our visits were of a one-off character, the former homeless man was happy with his free time - he dumped it so as not to interfere and not break off.

Also at this institute there was a deaf and clean courtyard, where we were barbecuing at night, since the folding barbecue was also registered at the place of work.

Once we were returning from morning to house with some kind of holiday. We go to the store to buy beer, and the saleswoman there is even nothing. We are having fun specifically, we are drinking beer, we roll the girl on the kebabs in nature in the city center (?!). And I don’t even need to roll up the girl: schA, he says, at 9–00, I take turns and go. To be honest, we didn’t count on this, but the work is done - the holiday continues. We take a skate, catch a wheelbarrow, on the way we visit a supermarket, buy chocolate, spices, meat for kebabs, and that change turns out to be remembered, saleswomen are laughing: do you melt again in the microwave?

Hard time. Here we are on the spot. The girl's eyes, Sveta, are round from the promised nature in the center of the city - the whole yard is overgrown with toli in a swan, we toli into wormwood. But yes, we didn’t drive here for the kebabs.

While Vova was trampling a clearing (he set the table, cooked meat and p), I trampled on Sveta. I went to show her classes, cabinets, etc. and did not turn on the light in one office, leaving the door open to hear Vovchik call us for meat, squeezed Svetka, cruelly and artlessly crushed her good, healthy tits, while she was climbing to kiss. But when I began to take off her nylon pantyhose, she resisted, boomed something about a friend whom she had never changed, but, as you understand, it wasn’t interesting to me, so after a second she lay on the table, I deafened with hormones, stripped off her pants and unbuttoning her trousers, she warmly whispered that no one had ever had her, I, stepping over my pants with cowards, pulled the sponge, she again ponted, squeezing her legs, and I, throwing her feet on the shoulders, drunk, almost opened Svetkino point. Then she, of course, was frightened (at first she really slowed down in many issues of sex - what were they interested in doing with a friend?), So, she was frightened, she ended up resisting, sending my penis to her oozing womb by hand. Not a damn expression. In the pussy, of course, in the pussy, because about any romance and there was no question.

Boule, quietly smacking her girl, accepting my boy, and then my brains, clouded by the daily vigilance, turned off completely, and, feeling a wild delight at the first penetration of her secret, I began to perk at her most tomatoes, more drunk with wild music of champing her pussies, slapping my eggs on her rolls, wild Svetka's screams: DO NOT NEED IT - YOU ARE VERY BIG FOR ME !!! - replaced after a minute of fucking whip, then moaning, then wild moans and simultaneous blows of the head against the wall - the desk stood against the wall:

Ebu long, already twenty minutes. I can not finish - drunk. I begin to sober. Sveta no longer objects to anything. I think she is happy. I put her cancer. Carefully I enter her cool pussy, it's really cool: I haven’t been ravaged yet by my friend, I squeeze her buns with great pleasure, I hold on to the aircraft's steering wheel (by the way, from here, probably, this expression is to steering).Ebu, no longer feeling his lumbering end, as Sveta shudders when a member hits the neck of her uterus.

It sobered up, it seems: Because he heard a reel about a pack of cigarettes somewhere far away, because he felt someone's look. Turned around. Vovchik stands, jerks off, smiling guiltily, and says that he has gone about ten minutes to say that the meat is ready, but we have not heard anything: Then I almost burst in terms of sperm, but he restrained himself. I ask Vovka: will you? - but, as you understand, the question turned out to be purely rhetorical and, as it seemed to me, Vova pulled Svetka even before I left it. Sveta didn’t even understand anything, when I went to her head, turned my head, lightly slapped my cheek, she first opened her eyes when she saw my rearing dick under her nose - she opened her mouth. Forty seconds later, I happily finished, she sucked, sucking everything up and down, surprisingly trying to squint her eyes: who fucks her so furiously if I have already finished, and in her head. I was tired, I wanted to eat, I wanted to drink, so I took away my cock from Svetka, who, regardless of the feelings that had befallen me, wanted to steam again. Svetka apparently had some insight: who else can fuck her, if there were three of us initially, one came out - so she once again gave herself completely to her feelings (or someone's dick), but didn’t scream and not moan, but quietly sobbing, eyes closed.

Vovka finished her, too, into her head, but I didn’t inspect - I was afraid to lose my head again and settle down again to Sveta, who had already been torn apart. I went to pour cognac and wait until they were "tired but satisfied" did not pull themselves up to the table.

Sveta smiled shyly, straightening the rest of her hair. Oh my God! You should have seen her! A blessed, tired and tortured smile, lips, nose, forehead glistening with sperm did not leave the pretty face of the face. did not wake up. Having a good laugh, we together sent her to wash and wash.

And then they ate and drank together, raising toasts for Svetka's friend, for Svetka's loyalty and for the freedom of sex.

My story would prefer to keep silent about what happened next, because then everything was simple and ordinary: they got drunk, etc. It is not difficult to guess.

Such is the simple story about eternal youth.

And the fact that I once did at Svetka in the store at night, I will tell later.