He wanted never to come tomorrow. Because tomorrow her husband will come back, because tomorrow you have to get up at five in the morning, go to the garage, repair the Volga for the patient with his entire head chef. And again will stretch like one another day, the night is not for love, but for sleep. And the road ... From the regional center to the region, from the region to the city. Always the same. From five in the morning until seven in the evening. Sometimes until midnight. But it is rare. Only when the boss breaks down again, he will not stand and swallow half a liter of Stolichnaya at lunchtime, which is always securely hidden in a closet with especially important documents. Then again, long heart-to-heart conversations begin, turning into a dressing for the employees who have turned up under the arm, throwing around the city from one hospitable friend to another. But the end will always be the same ... sleep with snoring in the backseat embracing a leather briefcase, and always no later than eleven o'clock in the evening. Even this is boring.

And therefore, watching her carefully take him into the depraved mouth of him again ready for battle, brilliant from the stress of a soldier of love, he thought that she should not be allowed to say goodbye to him forever. That he will do everything in his power and independance so that these meetings never end. These meetings, in his gray life, were the only joyful flashes. He had waited too long since the last date, he had so many unspent feelings in him that he could not express them in words, only in movements.

And again, and again, and again, and again

Falls and Ups, Falls and Ups ...

And again gusting flesh calls,

And again to the sensitive nerve basics.

Flying - Falling, Flying - Falling ...

And again, and again, and again, and again

Captured by the passion of love are not ready,

Open deaths do not see birth ...

Acne was today in shock. She already had time to feel all parts of her body. She received untold pleasure. A short pause, a few words spoken, meaningless words, and again into battle! She was drunk. And the wine was not to blame. She did not reproach herself for anything. Neither in depravity, nor in treason. She wanted a normal male strong body, and she got it!

She allowed herself to relax completely. She was usually made to worry about such an unprotected closeness. When Vitalik finished for the first time in her, she habitually wanted to wake up, run, wash herself ... But immediately she stopped herself. Come what may! The baby did not wait for the communist, so let it be from Vitalik. Grow even beautiful in his father. And then deliberately she forced him to cum inside, holding the ass with her hands. He, of course, did not know about her insidious plans ...

They went to the bathroom. She always gave a strange pleasure to lather muscular male bodies, their relaxed, spent members. Vitalik obediently stood in the shower and with a blissful smile watched her wielding a washcloth. Up and down, up and down ... Well, no, it's impossible to resist. So sweet, so affordable and very close! He took advantage of the moment when she turned her back, pressed herself against her priest, began to tune in, but he felt that all the strength for hardness had already been used. With one hand, he began to stroke her breasts, twisting his sensitive nipple with his fingers, and the other, soaped, began to prepare her for the last chord.

She shuddered in surprise when she felt his finger in her anus. A wave of apprehension of bliss passed through the body again. Acne never allowed himself such liberties. Rather, once wanted, but she forbade him. Too fresh were not at all pleasant memories of the first wife with his sadistic manners. Practically tearing up a hole with a thick dick for a long time, it sore and bleeding after every drunk Friday.But now, as it turned out, the body again wanted immodest pleasures.

- Can?

- Need to!

And she herself sent his hardened friend along the right road. Bent over, leaning on the wall covered with small water droplets. How good, how sweet, if in pleasure!

They did not notice him immediately. Rather, they felt that the bathroom was dragged by a draft from the open door - it became cool to the heated bodies.

So they stood for a while - silently, there was nothing to talk about.

“Aren't you tomorrow ...” She broke the silence first.

- Not tomorrow.

Acne somehow immediately noticeably sad. He stepped over the side, walked across the floor with his wet feet, without looking at his returning spouse, without dressing, stomped into the room. Now they were alone. She wrapped herself in a towel. It was useless to talk, they both deliberately tried not to meet their looks. He went to the kitchen.

A few minutes later Acne drew ...

- Well, I will go ... I do not even know, saying “goodbye” - no?

No one looked at him and no one answered him, as if it was he who was to blame for everything. Then he just slammed the door.

- And you said on Friday ...

- I spoke on Thursday evening. Just you as usual did not listen to me. Do you want some tea? I brought a cake from Moscow.

Only now she noticed a cardboard box with beautiful ribbons on the table. How she was now inappropriate! She seemed to be burdened by her husband. And she was just killing her, that he was so cold — she didn’t shout at her, didn’t fall for Vitalik ... She approached him, pressed herself, clasped his shoulders and, burying herself, began to sob ...

- My dear, good, I'm sorry! But I have never before him, with anyone ... So it happened by chance ... I am such a crap! Well, sorry, please! Hit, if you want, well - hit!

He pulled away. She, crying, slipped to his feet, continued to cling, now to his legs. She always had an effective remedy in stock to rescue from such unpleasant situations. Still crying, she reached for his fly.

- Leave me alone, damn it! - he rudely pushed her aside, and she sat down on the floor in perplexity. For all two years of marriage together she never had to hear from him swear words.

He silently went to the stove, put the kettle on ...

They did not speak until the weekend. And on Saturday, he arrived in an official car, carefully collected his belongings, there were a few of them, and went to his mother.

Vitalik on Monday was waiting for a surprise. Already in the afternoon, he noticed that the chief was somehow strangely squinting at him and seemed to want to say something, but did not find the right words. But in the evening he found him in a state of agitation and nervousness, from him a meter carried his favorite strong drink and onions. Acne realized that today he will be the object of attack. That's just for what?

- So, Vitaly Afanasyevich ... But tell me, are you a communist?

- Komsomol member ...

- Here! Well, that is not a communist! Because if you were a communist, you and I would have started such problems, which will not seem like a lot!

- And what happened, Ivan Sergeevich?

- It happened? Are you still asking me what happened? Do you even have a memory like? What are you doing on Thursday night, huh? Why are you why this bitch climbed?

- She doesn't ...

- "She is not!" The real bitch! Even I, in my time ... But it was possible before! And you know her husband?

- Saw.

- Saw! Second Secretary of the Regional Committee! Yes, he will eat you! On, read!

He handed him a sheet of stamp paper, which described in detail his immoral behavior unworthy of a Soviet person, and the corresponding organizational conclusions were made ...

- So, brother, I'm sorry, but I have to ... You see, I have to do something with you!

- I'll write a statement. Himself.

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