Oh, baby, you ask, for what I love my wife, and I would not want to part with her for anything in the world?

This is true and I am ready to tell you. I know you are surprised ... After all, you are much younger, slimmer. You are nineteen years old, and your slim, flexible, like a doe's body, of course, can not be compared with those charms that are preserved in my Tatiana. But maybe you cannot understand me because you are too young. And, by the way, I will try to explain to you all the same. After all, you must understand why your loved one, even if he is older than you, cannot leave his spouse.

So, it was a hot summer. It was generally hot that year, and in Azerbaijan, where we came to rest, the heat was simply unbearable. Imagine, on the shore of the calm blue Caspian Sea, under the burning rays of the sun, there is a motel for autotourists stretching into white houses. Single-storey wooden cottages for two stood directly under the peach trees, and in the morning it was possible, just leaving the room, to tear them under their own window. Paradise on sinful earth ...

It was the fourth year of our life together with Tatiana. We were not painted, but that meant nothing. Tatiana, of course, wanted to go to the registrar, and I, of course, was in no hurry. Where to hurry? And indeed I had doubts. How not to doubt when you are twenty-five, you are young and beautiful, and there are so many pretty girls around. It is difficult to finally settle on one thing, and this is exactly what happens when you bind yourself with the bonds of marriage.

In short, I decided that we would travel south, rest, and then it will be seen how our relationship will develop.

From the very beginning, everything went wrong, confused. I don’t know that this is due to lack of support from one another, the overload of four-year communication, or simply strong, not typical for us, the North, the heat. Most likely, all together.

We began to quarrel over trifles from the very first day. In such cases, neither great weather, nor a nice house, nor the warm waves of the Caspian Sea help ... We were irritated by each other.

Finally, on the third day, I arranged for Tanya the infamous scene of zealousness. That was stupidity from my side. Tatiana never differed excessive coquetry, and even more so - fornication. We, toppling from waste in the evening, took the dance floor, where, under the loud phonogram, we danced and made numerous holidaymakers. You know these dance floors. Women in bright dresses, specially made for summer holidays in some Kandalaksha, bald men in white shirts with rolled up hands and in “American” jeans of Polish production ...

All this is surrounded by trees, bushes, and it is there, in the middle of the hot southern evening, and there is a hiding heart, a true beast heart. There are collected from all local villages so-called "local". Horny hardcore guys, their younger brides are from ten to fourteen years old, their fathers and uncles in new cars. All these companies are greeted, gulded, dotting all around themselves with sunflower husk, candy wrappers and cigarette butts. Drok with vacationers, they almost never settled. This can not be afraid. They don't need it. Even it is possible to express another way - they need not that. They need something else. And the greedy wolf eyes glitter from the darkness on the brightly lit dance floor. And there - fun. Vacationers are men and women, but there are always ten more women, from Kiev and Moscow, from Zhytomyr and Saratov ... Probable and desirable prey for “local” ...

Tatiana unexpectedly invited some kind of harmless vacationer to dance, and she went to dance with him. I do not know why I'm mad. Durost ... I arranged a scene for her, in the hearts I called a slut, and Tanya was offended and left.

Minutes after thirty I thought better of what is called replaced anger with mercy and went to look for my girlfriend. Being assured that she went to our cottage and now crying there, I went there. Tatiana was not. It was not her at the camping tracks.

When I returned to the dance floor and didn’t find Tanya there, I was very angry at first. No joke! Gone. But soon I calmed down and thought: “In the end, the devil is with her. I went somewhere to walk, to show the hack. Well and let. I will return to Peter, I will ask her. Enough with me. Let it go, check it out. I'll take a break from her myself. ”

By the way, the opportunity to rest very quickly appeared. On the "white" dance I was invited by a girl in a white dress. Her black, as pitchy hair, strongly burned skin, dark brown eyes gave way to the local places.

Her name was Lena, she was a student at Baku University, and here, at the campsite, she came to her elder sister, who worked here. I don’t know if she was Russian or Azeri - I think it’s not that different, but her youth, the flexibility of her delicate, very girlish body, some amazing unusual smell from her hair - all this terribly excited me. Present - black, black, impenetrable southern night. The massive stars in the sky, the twisting of nightly shafts, the slight fluttering of warm air filled with the aromas of trees, flowers and hair looking for a stranger next to it.

Charming creation! When we, having danced, retired to one of the side alleys, I firmly hugged her with one hand and sat down to me. Through the thin little dress felt the thirst of her body. And all she seemed to reach out to me, pressed her side to mine, and put the charming head on my shoulder.

I passed my hand over her body and realized that there was nothing besides her dress. It brought me even more. But Lena did not allow herself to be dragged away to the nearest bushes, as I wanted to do.

“No, dear” - the girl whispered in my ear - “Not here. Here you can see. They will interfere. Come with me, I know where. "

As enchanted, barely restraining the desire to immediately tumble her to the ground and immediately fuck, I followed Lena, who was confidently walking in the dark. Going beyond the campsite, we very soon found ourselves in a beech ground. Here, on a soft carpet of leaves, Lena took off her dress, and I finally hugged her long-awaited body - naked, thrilling. Feeling through my risen phallus that had risen a long time ago, the girl bent over all in my hands, and, wriggling like a small snake, breathed hotly: “Well, rather, I can't wait any longer. Rather, take me. ”

Putting Lena on my back and throwing her legs on the top, to the sparkling stars, I entered her. It seemed to me that right now I would break it - such a miniature one. Her little ass should have just been cracked under the pressure of my organ. The girl squealed uninterruptedly, turned under me, she turned into a lump of pleasure, crying from the east.

When I finished, I felt with my hands, with my whole body, what Lena had become wet. Sweat strokes from her, my hands just slid over her smooth body. Slippery like a fish, with long, tangled hair, the girl slipped out of my arms. I leaned back and felt Lena take my half-drunk dick with her full lips. Doing sucking movements, she rose and dropped her head, bringing my dick into a state of fury. How cleverly she was playing with him, just like a toy, then sucking him under one cheek, now under another, then rolling the swollen head of her penis with her tongue all over her mouth.

In my excited mind, a desire originated, which immediately required satisfaction. I lifted myself up and grabbed Lena around the waist, put her on fours in front of me. Having pulled a hot hollow between her swollen buttocks with my hands, I pressed the huge head of my penis to her anal opening. Still, I was scared. Firstly, I have never done this with anyone earlier, and secondly, I was really afraid to break up the girl. What will happen to her chiseled, cuddleful ass, with her narrow anus, if I now with all the strength of my inflamed stingy thrust into her?

But Lena, realizing what I want to do, encouraged me: “Come on, don't be afraid, dear. I have everything there is very wide ... Very. You won't hurt me, ...