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I definitely didn’t work out that autumn. The army was left far behind, I was away from my legal month and it would be time to get down to business. But neither the profession nor the hunt was not - one decade for the soul, and what about it, with the ten, the streets of revenge? I didn’t work out with studies either. In general, I lost my feet, looking for a suitable job - the parents still sat down: they were lobbying, they say, you eat up their young parents who haven’t gotten their way from life!

Rescued Arkady - a neighbor, my cheerful and restless friend, read, "from the sandbox."

- On the work of scouring, wolf? - he perked up, having visited about my misadventures, - and what the stars from the sky would suffice, let's go to our factory!

- To factory?

- Well, yes, to the factory. The salary at the present time is decent, to begin with, we will determine the locksmith, and then, you see, you will go full length.

“Thank you, Arkady ... You just have to think!” The career of a locksmith didn’t hurt me, and I saw Arkady’s endless night shifts exhausting, but there was no choice. somehow calmer or something.

After a couple of days I was registered at the plant, and a week later I slapped the November abyss to the entrance hall.

- Please love and respect! - At the entrance to the workshop, Arkady smiled, surrounded by workers.

- Tolik! - I shook strong, rude hands, the guys friendly clapped me on the shoulders. The approached master led me deep into the building.

“Here, boy, your workplace,” the master said simply, “now let’s pull the strap — and there, you see, take root in us, you don’t want to leave!”

I really did not want to leave. The workshop was cozy and bright, measured, unobtrusively boomed aggregates, and the good nature of the workers from the first minutes allowed me to feel like a full member of my new small, but strong - working family.

By the end of the day, the accountant came up to me:

- Well, how many sawed, master?

- Why, here ... - I knocked on a pile of shiny pieces of iron, - how many I sawed, all mine!

- Normal-ah! - the girl shot her eyes from the bottom up and coquettishly licked her lips - a dexterous tongue flashed for a moment between her puffy lips.

“And she’s nothing, since the army is after me,” I thought, sweeping the workbench, “except that the girl is altogether ... And on the other hand, have a look, so ...”

The "girl" bent over a pile of outfits, leaving me to see her "other side." A uniform gown obtyanul powerful thighs, secretly darkened hollows over his calves. In my heart I swore - it felt like lead was poured into my pants. Rather, leaving things in the bag, I rushed to the exit. I flew home like on wings: I liked the factory “at first sight”!

... The working day came to an end when the master called me:

- Come on, Andreich, stay at night tonight!

- Stepan Petrovich, so I’m a day already from call to call! Hands fall off! Eight more hours - and cover me! ..

- Nothing! - the master of fatherly patted my hair: here and find out what you are a mechanic! You will defend the night - you will receive the discharge, but you will not defend ... At this, son, you will not blame me, not that, it means, a bone! ..

... The shop doors slammed and a woman came to us with a quick, nervous step. She was close to Balzak's forty, she was tall, with a slightly rough tanned, but beautiful face. Expensive coat hid a large body.

I definitely didn’t like the look of a woman, it seemed to me possessed by possessed. The woman stood up directly against us and gasped, breathing nostrils.

“The foreman, Lyudmila Vasilyevna,” my ear filled with the sound of Arkady's whisper, “don't be afraid of her, in general, she asshole - that makes me happy!

- What is it going on? - I was uneasy: in the eyes of a woman I read my sentence.

- Night, night, Tolik!

Lyudmila Vasilyevna unbuttoned her coat and slowly spread the floor to the sides.I broke through the sweat - there was nothing under the coat! The woman stood, slightly spreading her full legs, clearly visible were swollen lips, spaced apart by a large, inflamed clitoris. Crotch was shaved. Lyudmila Vasilyevna's well-groomed hands nervously stroked lives. The fingers were chained into thick prickly rings — suddenly two of them smacked into the gap, pushing out drops of yellow grease.

As a somnambulist, I approached a woman.

“Look, man,” the voice was deaf. She gasped. Fingers crawled out, pulling the mucus along with them — for a moment the shiny threads tightened. The woman shook her sweaty hand and a tart drop burned my forehead. I was mesmerized and squeezing my tickled member watched that this expiring female get up in front of me.

Meanwhile, wet fingers touched the nipples. The woman bowed her head and threw her hands into heavy breasts. Massive rings tore white skin in the blue veins of the arteries, nipples stuck out and every touch to them responded with a convulsive swaying of a white moist body.

Unable to restrain myself, I immediately released my penis, picked up a woman, feeling the fleecy tightness of her armpits, and with one rough movement entered her. A blow to the uterus struck Lyudmila Vasilyevna. She gasped in pain, she stretched out, instinctively seeking to break the closeness. Not here it was! I threw my hands on her round shoulders and over and over again firmly upset the woman on the dick, pressurizing the clitoris with my pubic ... The vagina was hot and cramped - it was rampaging, massaging and compressing my frenzy working. It was impossible to hold back. Almost without breaking the bridle, I threw a woman and shook the monster into a hotter bosom of seed. My eyes darkened, but the jumping fingers clasped and pressed my buttocks:

- Wait a minute! Ebi me yet! ... Come on?

- Yes I...

- The guy, dear, well, then the ass in me, I beg, the ass ... Ra-zorvi me pussy!

Listening to her sobs, I, without tearing my intimacy, tensed and urinated.

She stood, her life loosely protruding, her eyes were closed.

The fog dissipated, and then behind Lyudmila Vasilyevna, I distinguished the familiar curly physiognomy. I did not "work" alone?

Perched behind my lady in the asshole Arkady. His movements were stingy and measured. He smiled. Through the thin membrane, I felt the movements of his dick and, clasping the shoulders of a woman, waited for what would happen. Lyudmila Vasilievna worked her ass more and more vigorously, prying Arkady and, finally, howling, broke out in the biggest tremor. The incident was, as they say, exhausted ...

Arkady gently freed himself from the woman and wiped his forehead:

- Insanity, right?

- No, no ... - I seemed to be beginning to understand what story I was in. But I even liked it.

- Then let's go! - Arkady resolutely grabbed my hand, - I have not finished yet, but the work is not waiting! Forward!

- It makes me happy! - I exclaimed, and we, looking at each other's eyes, burst out laughing.

We rushed into the depths of the workshop and, turning round, I saw that Lyudmila Vasilyevna was sinking to the floor in exhaustion. Her legs were spread wide apart, blood-stained holes smeared with sperm. The shopkeeper urinated, and a girl unfamiliar to me eagerly licked her, catching a tart stream in her mouth ...

The “night shift” was barely gaining momentum, but the work in the workshop was in full swing ...

Vladimir Ivanovich, holding the member in a vice, rubbed it with thick felt. The master groaned - his hefty elda walked behind the cheek of "Waffle" - a lustful maiden from a nearby brigade, full-breasted like Astrakhan pumpkins.

“They get warm,” Arkady said.

A short, wiry kid jumped up to us. His eyes were burning.

- It ...