When Vasily Petrovich invited me to celebrate the New Year with him at his dacha, I was somewhat surprised. After all, I was far from exemplary worker. The sinner was leading after me, very much to the female was eager. At the same time, age was not so important for me as women's dimensions. I loved full women, with big breasts and wide hips. Once, Petrovich even caught me when I was shrimp roasting our rate setter Zina. Oh, and juicy was babtsa: tits, ass, all immense.

And now this offer. I cautiously asked the rest of my colleagues, and it turned out that I was alone from my environment. It worried me even more. Yes, and I was going to meet with friends. But there is nothing to do, the authorities are not allowed to refuse.

At the agreed time, Petrovich drove after me. In the car, he was alone.

- Where are the others? - somewhat confused, I asked.

- Vera Ivanovna, already there, the bathhouse is preparing for us.

- And that no one else will be?

- No one. And what this option does not suit you?

- No, just a little unexpected. I thought you would have many guests.

- Well, you, my wife and I do not like noisy companies.

I must say that the dacha Petrovich was on the very shore of the picturesque lake, and the bathhouse was located right by the water. Vera Ivanovna met us on the threshold of the house. I immediately noted for myself the fullness of her waist and the volume of her breasts that I loved so much. “Just don’t think about staring at her, this is the wife of the boss,” I gave myself the installation as we entered the house.

- Meet, this is Vitaly, and this, as you probably already guessed, my beloved Vera Ivanovna.

- Hello, my Basil told so much about you, - and she extended her hand to me.

I took her hand, and it seemed as if I was paralyzed. Rather, I could not say a word, but just stared at her full white breast, literally tearing the fabric of the dress, on the nipples sticking through the material.

“What are you trying to confront me with a young man,” Petrovich came to my aid. I began to apologize, but this seemed to only make them laugh.

“Come on in the bathhouse,” suggested Petrovich, sitting down at the table. - Come on, Verunia, serve the guest.

She got up, came close to me, poured vodka. At the same time she leaned a little, making her breasts even more opened to my gaze.

- Thank you, - literally through my teeth, I babbled, feeling my cock rise, and imagining how I would look naked in a bath with a member that had risen.

“Stop it, Verun, hold it up again,” Petrovich said to the phrase, I was not entirely clear at that time.

We drank a little bit, then collected bath accessories and went to the bathhouse. Yes, the steam was right. Petrovich immediately climbed onto the upper shelves, but I had to sit down a bit to grow thin. Then we began to steam. Petrovich succumbed until he drove me from the top regiment.

- Well, that's all right, a smoke break. Let's go rest, - and we went to the waiting room. - Wow, good. That's just, damn it, forgot kvasok, but nothing.

He opened the door a little and urine shouted: “Verka. “And when she responded, he told her to bring kvass.

- What else zaadik - we again went to the steam room. At first, I was serving Petrovich brooms, and then he suggested that he lay down on the shelves. But only he waved his broom a couple of times, as there was a noise in the waiting room and the next moment the door opened in the steam room:

- Well, how are you here, not quite yet evaporated? - there was a fervent voice of Vera Ivanovna.

“What, are you completely mischievous, if you want, let's come in and not whip us here,” Petrovich scolded her in an ordinary voice.

- You are warmer - and the door slammed.

Before that, I lay with my face buried in my hands, it was easier to breathe, and now out of curiosity, to see what form Ivanovna came in, he cast a glance at the door.He stood in a white shirt, almost to the very floor, holding a jug in one hand and a second dipper in the second.

“But you brought kvask to you,” and she splashed out of the jug into the ladle and handed it to Petrovich.

“First to the guest,” and he handed the bucket to me. Somewhat embarrassed by my bare ass, I almost, without rising, drank a good half and handed the bucket back to Petrovich. He immediately poured more water into it and then poured it all onto the heater. In the steam room pulled freshly baked bread.

“Verun, popar our guest, and I will rest for a while,” and Petrovich went into the waiting room.

“Oh, I’ll steam you,” and Vera Ivanovna began to push water onto the stove. From the heat it seemed that now the skin will blister. And she began to chill me with brooms, and even with two hands. Not enduring, not paying attention to propriety, I jumped off the regiment, and just below it covered my causal place with my hands.

“Why so weakly,” Ivanovna asked with genuine disappointment in her voice. I wanted to start making excuses, but I remained with my mouth open and my eyes hatched. Toli from steam, toli from sweat, but the shirt on her was completely wet and now stuck to her body, repeating every fold. His left shoulder slid down his arm, almost completely exposing his chest. Yes, and the matter became almost transparent, and now through it dark halos of nipples and a down in the abdomen were perfectly visible. Recovering myself, I looked down in embarrassment.

- Look, hesitates just like a girl, - and she threw her brooms to the side and moved close to me. Taking me by the chin she made me lift my head up. “Al didn’t see the naked girls,” he asked, with some mockery.

“Well, I saw it,” I answered, not quite understanding where she was going.

“And with such breasts,” and she continued to hold me by the chin with one hand, the other freed her chest. With dazed eyes, I stared at her large nipples.

- Well, what, better than Zinka? - and she freed the second breast.

The mention of old sins brought me back to earth and hurt quite a bit. It turns out this old goat Petrovich, all worn out to his wife.

- No, there is certainly better, there are smaller nipples.

“That, too,” she contentedly swung her chest playfully before my eyes, “She is also more resilient in me, so take it, touch it.” And she took and laid my hand upon her breast. Well, at the expense of elasticity, perhaps, she got excited, and for the rest, she was even very personal. To hide a member that started to get up a little, I threw my leg over my leg.

“What, crush,” she asked with some mockery, and immediately put her foot on the bench next to me. “But you have not seen everything yet,” and she began to lift up the hem of her shirt.

And at that moment the door opened and Petrovich returned to the steam room.

- And then I think what they have died down for, and they get to know each other here. So how? - he seemed to be so fussing about the furnace.

- So far, we have found out that my breasts are better than your Zinka’s - not so much embarrassed by the situation, and Ivanovna answered with some pride in her voice.

- Yes, that is, that is, - Petrovich from behind has embraced the spouse and right before my eyes began to knead her breasts. With stunned eyes, I watched as he slightly lifted, then suddenly squeezed, and then suddenly he began to pull at her nipples. She took her foot off the bench, allowing her shirt to fall completely to the floor, and then put her foot back. Now her womb was almost opposite to me. At first, she herself ran her hand several times across the fold, straightening her hair. And then she took my hand and ...