"Episode 1".

She was taking a shower while standing in the bathroom. He sat in the bath, looking up at her, like jets of water gliding over his tender skin. They drew their drawing on all the curves and hollows of her beautiful body. He was very excited, he wanted to glide along with her with water, to feel the taste of her skin with her tongue and lips, her smoothness. He reached out and stroked her foot, higher and higher.

When her fingers reached the soft, excited lips, she slightly spread her legs, allowing his fingers to her bosom. Fingers easily slid over lips, making the way deeper and deeper. They felt swollen depth, excitement moisture. She started to moan, her legs weakened, and she sank down on a plank across the bath. The legs spread wide and set along the edges of the bath. Fingers continued to caress. First one, two, three. The tongue touched the tubercle at the top of the sponges.

“Stop, I want to pee,” she said.

“I want you to do it now,” he replied.

She looked at him in surprise, but the look from his fingers became blurred. Her eyes closed, her head fell back. He felt her stiffen, her fingers tightened in her bosom, and a thin hot stream trickled down her lips and his fingers. Fingers moved back and forth. He leaned toward this miracle and pressed his lips to where the stream was flowing from. The tongue gently moved, licking away moisture coming from both holes. She moaned, biting her lips. Inside her all clenched, a wave of orgasm ran through the body. Like the pulsation of the bosom, so did the hot stream pulsed, burning the already hot sponges.

- you was unpleasant? She asked when she calmed down.

“Silly, I love you, how can something be unpleasant from you,” he replied.

"Episode 2".

December 31, 2001 - January 1, 2002. Table, champagne, tree, New Year. They meet as usual the new year with the whole family ... he, she and the children. After the fight hours, gifts are dismantled, champagne drunk.

Kids are sleeping. It's been half an hour of the new year.

- We will go to the Christmas tree? There will be fireworks, she asked.

- No, it's cold. We are tired, better we will lie under a blanket, and we will watch the fireworks through the window, - he answered.

- OK honey!

They went to the bedroom. He stretched across the bed, watching her undress. He generally liked to watch her, for 10 years now. How she dresses, undresses, puts on make-up, writes, sleeps ... A little dancing, she took off her blouse, took off her skirt. She sat on him, digging a kiss into his lips, covering his hair. She smelled of wine and freshness. His hands stroked her back, hips.

Hands undid the fastener bra. She threw him off her shoulders, unbuttoned his shirt. He pressed his lips to her chest, elastic and tender. She slid down, sat down on the floor, between his legs dangling from the bed. She unbuckled the belt, jeans. Removed them. The first volley of fireworks made the window panes rattle, and her first touch of tongue against his flesh made him groan. Volley for volley, the light from the fireworks illuminated the room as the day. Red, green, yellow. Her tongue slid up and down, nails digging into his hips. Joyful cries of people on the street drowned out his groans when her wet hot lips clasped his cock. Volley - red - the hand compresses the base of the penis, volley - yellow - lips slide down, salvo - green - lips slide up. He stood up, sat down, put his hands on his hands, watching his cock sink into her mouth. She looked up, insanely green, her eyelids slightly tinted with glitter shadows. The room, the pattern of frost on the window, her face, her lips, change in a furious round dance of the reflections of the fireworks. Her hand made him lie back. He no longer understood how she caressed him - hands, lips, tongue, everything mixed up, bringing unearthly pleasure. Fireworks exploded in his brain too, ran through his body, and went out into the abdomen, with strong jolts into his warm mouth.

She stood up, walked to the window, watching the fiery flowers in the sky. He came up behind him, hugging her waist, buried in her hair.“You didn't let me see the fireworks!” - she said gently, - I got only yours. Will you give me your fireworks whenever I want? - she looked at him. The droplets of his firework glistened on her lips and chin.

- Of course, my love, I will. Only you! - he kissed her lips, as they kiss only the only beloved woman.