The telephone trill caught Lucinschi in the kitchen. He picked up the phone and heard a pleasant female voice. Judging by the accent, the voice belonged to an American. A foreign woman politely asked:

- Hello, is this mister Luchinsky? ..

- Yes, I am ...

- My name "s Sheila Rose ...

Then the foreigner told me that she and her husband Gary had arrived in Moscow as tourists and that her friend Sveta Pavlovskaya conveyed to him a big and warm greeting. And some gifts that the teacher needs to take away from them. Luchinsky, without hesitation, invited the couple Rose to visit him. Those with pleasure agreed.

... Sheila Rose was a pretty tanned woman of about thirty-five with dark long hair. Her luxurious heavy bosom, tall, sexy, probably of the third or fourth size, immediately rushed into the eyes of Luchinsky, then Andrey liked the full hips of a beautiful shape, and when Sheila turned her back, the teacher appreciated her juicy round ass. Sheila was wearing blue denim shorts and a short white T-shirt with the words “Kiss me!” There are white sneakers on her legs, sunglasses on her forehead. Whitish smile, laughing blue eyes. Woman on five points! The American, also evaluating, looked at the figure of Andrei and was apparently satisfied with what he saw. Andrei was not escaped by her carnivorous gaze into the groin area. There, under a light fabric of trousers, his manhood bristled. At the teacher the member even more hastily.

“And she on behavior, whore. Can I get her to blow? But what if ... “The teacher smiled mysteriously, apparently some plan had already matured in his head.

Mrs. Rose's husband, Gary, a tall blond man with a small beard, was also wearing shorts and a T-shirt. Americans were hanging on the chest with cameras and cell phones, backpacks hanging behind their shoulders. Typical Yankees. Luchinsky invited guests to the house. He took the gifts and the letter from Pavlovskaya and sat down at a table filled with various dishes and spirits. Andrew, looking with interest at the incendiary laughing Mrs. Rose, and following a previously developed plan, splashed the guests into forty-degree Clusters and offered to drink for friendship between nations, as well as for world peace.

- Russian vodka? Fine! - Gary perked up and drank without frowning.

Expensive and high-quality strong vodka of the class "luxury" was drunk easily, like some water, but the degrees took their toll, and intoxication came inevitably, like an avalanche of snow.

- Russian appetizers. Taste it, please, - the teacher treated the guests and added vodka again.

Gary had to be drunk. This was the first part of the unpretentious teacher's plan for the possession of Sheila's gorgeous body.

Mrs. Rose drank a little, apparently she had already guessed about the apartment owner’s insidious designs. Sheila constantly threw draft appearances at Lucinschi and impatiently minted the edge of the tablecloth. And Gary is increasingly throwing muddy eyes on vodka and his favorite salad "mimosa". Soon Gary, staggering, moved in the direction of the toilet. He needed to relieve himself urgently, but Lucinschi and Mrs. Rose remained at the table, looking at each other with impatient looks. They are clearly drawn to each other. They were gradually excited, anticipating further developments.

“What a beautiful sun-burnt skin,” Andrei put his hand on her smooth knee and stroked it (it was necessary to start with something). - It’s a result of California sun activity? ..

Sheila appealed silently. The cheered tempter moved his hand further. The meal was short, so Luchinsky easily overcame the edges of denim and cotton. Among his fluffy hair and soft flesh, his bold finger found a warm, moist depression and penetrated it all. Made a few moves back and forth - Sheila quietly puffed. Her eager hand lay on his thigh and zigziguli trousers. Removed a member of the cotton captivity and began to knead, even more excited, seemed she would soon finish. But the toilet door slammed, and the disappointed conspirators abruptly backed away from each other. Gary appeared.Luchinsky poured vodka to everyone, but Gary drank only one; the conspirators missed another toast. The heat of excitement did not subside. Luchinsky went to the kitchen, telling the guests that he would bring more vodka and make a couple of salads. Sheila volunteered to help him. As soon as the conspirators found themselves in the kitchen, they rushed into each other’s arms. Sheila opened her big mouth wide and eagerly sucked his lips. As if an irresistible quagmire swallowed them up, but so sweet and entrancing that Luchinsky almost felt dizzy. Finger again slipped into the treasured cleft. The finger simply drowned in an expiring abundant moisture lye. Sheila breathed noisily. She herself pulled off her shorts with panties wet from the discharge, leaned on the table, and turned her gorgeous booty over to the teacher. Booty and crotch was tanned. In the middle of the crotch framed curly black hair bore red flowers with a scarlet hole with love sap. He opened up to meet a huge crimson sting, eager for immediate pollination. Luchinsky did not take long to beg and thrust his tormented thirsty sting into the burning hole. Smack! The tool went full length. The conspirators did not have time to enjoy the sweet moments of spontaneous sex, when from the depths of the hall came the drunken voice of Gary.

- Sheila! ... Come here!

- Shit! Fuck! - Sheila turned away from Luchinsky and put on panties and jeans. - When he will be drunk. Andre, bring him one more vodka.

“Good,” agreed Luchinsky, who was annoyed, and he lent her a plate of pickles and a jar of pitted olives. - Wait a minute.

... Luchinsky appeared with a chilled bottle of vodka, with bacon sliced ​​and “Olivier” salad. Gary perked up noticeably.

- O, Russian vodka! Excellent!

Andrei poured him some vodka, then another, more and more ... As soon as Gary's head was turned off from consciousness, she fell with a knock on the table, the conspirators jumped out of the table like a scalded drink and rushed into the hallway. Teacher, pulling the T-shirt off Mrs. Rose, with a frenzy dug his lips into the juicy pink nipple of the watermelon breast, Sheila let out a breath, stuck with pleasure. Luchinsky began frantically unbuttoning zipper shorts. The zipper wedged, Lucinschi impatiently jerked her down - the lightning broke, but the shorts slid off her thighs. Sheila shook her hips, and the shorts fell down, lightly lowered her panties, crossed her legs and finally freed from underwear and shorts. She pulled his trousers and swimming trunks to his knees and, clasping him tightly by the neck, sucked his sugar lips with his lips. He grabbed her knee bends and, pressing tightly against the wall, lifted Sheila by the hips up. The conspiratorial genitalia, glowing with passion, was safely docked. Buzz, just buzz! They finished a few minutes at a time.