Dima flew into the kitchen. The member was standing upright in his formal black trousers. I got the nipples as if on cue. Between the legs was wet. I just managed to push the salads apart before he laid me on the kitchen table with his chest.

- Now dad will pass! - tried to cool it.

I pulled up the hem of my short yellow terry robe. Ass arbitrarily leaned to him. I pulled my short white panty. She began, like mad, rubbing her bare pussy through her pants about her dick. He pushed me away. He began to unbutton his pants. My pussy is already fucking without him. Husband grabbed my hips. Framed him pussy. Member rested my point.

- Not a wooaaaaaaaaa! - he tore my point.

- Kha! Kha! Kha! - Member went to my ass.

I clenched my teeth.

- Kha! Kha! Kha! - only Dima enjoyed it.

The call was like saving me ...

- Kha! Kha! Kha! - He continued to give me a point.

Clicked the lock.

Good lord Parents have keys!

- Dima! Immediately let go! Kha! Kha! Kha!

Red as a cancer, I prepared for the worst.

Women's heels! Who could it be? Obviously not mom! We were clearly kissed behind us. The jet at the end hit me in the point. Flowed through the legs. The husband gave the sperm to flow out completely. Unceremoniously coiled my brown hair.

- Ay! - painfully tore off the kitchen table. He pressed his face to his dirty cock.

Gena ?! Bashkirov in unchanged brown golf, blue jeans and white sneakers, stood on my left. Licked with some dyed blonde, in some physical tights and in red boats with high heels. Her red dress with numerous cuts in all places lay on the floor. Gena crushed her snow-white chest. A member of her husband was in my mouth. I almost pulled out of disgust and surprise. Arbitrarily started to suck. They are heading towards us!

- Who are you? - finally saw Dima guests.

The blonde bit her lips. Gene pulling me off. He took her husband's cock in his mouth. Forgetting the hands smeared in meat, and pulled on white short pants. She pulled out the hem of a yellow short terry robe. Straightened him. Blonde without kissing, began to unbutton Dima white shirt. As I did not want, I had to return to them. The blonde immediately gave me her place. Took up my robe, Gena - my swimming trunks. They laid me on the floor. My husband climbed on top of me.

We smoked the four of us.

“Dima,” the first husband extended his hand.

- Gena.

- Angela.

- Ira.

Shook hands. At this time the bell rang. They looked at each other. Let's go to the living room.

(To be continued).