Valentina and her husband Sasha lived in the huge apartment of her father-in-law, Nikolai Vasilyevich. The apartment was a former communal flat, which was gradually bought by Nikolai Vasilievich. Father Sasha had a lot of money that he saved when he was working as a contract bulldozer in Iraq. Father-in-law was stingy, which, however, did not prevent him from carrying sluts from all over the house. Valentina more than once had to open the door to a neighbor from their playground, slim, painted Irka. Irka smiled guiltily, hiding her eyes, squealing that she needed Nikolai Vasilyevich. After a couple of minutes, the bed in the father-in-law’s bed began to creak evenly and louder. Valentina went to the kitchen, and she heard the contented mumbled voice of her father-in-law and Irka's weak screams to the beat of a creaking and knocking sound.

Irka worked as a teacher in elementary grades; she had a daughter and husband — an alcoholic. Irka practiced her thirty-, forty-minute, and sometimes watch “lesson” with Nikolai Vasilievich, and then, trying to be inconspicuous, eluded herself, hiding a fist with money in her robe pocket. When Nikolai Vasilyevich opened the door to the women, he often took them right in the hallway, leaning against the door or sitting down on a bedside table. Valentina then had to wipe the drips of sperm from the dark varnished surface.

- Dad, well, you again did not inform, well, blah! - Sash grumbled, bumping into the traces of his father's stormy life. Nikolai Vasilevich joked, laughed loudly and winked at Valentina.

Valentina often caught herself with the hard, stopped look of her father-in-law. Nervous, she straightened her clothes and ran closer to Sasha, or complained to him.

- Well, he is a dog, what to do! - Sasha kissed her - Do not worry.

Sometimes the sounds and cries from the father's room were so exciting that Sasha grabbed Valentine, dragged her into his room, eagerly, impatiently and quickly seized her. Her father-in-law's searching and mocking gaze lurked when she afterwards made her way into the bathroom. In these moments, she reminded herself of her neighbor Irka.

Sasha Genka's brother and his wife Svetka had been visiting their house for a week. A lot of space in the apartment, and the guests lived in a room next to the bathroom at the other end of the corridor. One day, early in the morning, Valentina woke up from familiar frequent squeaks and knocks in her father-in-law's room. Sasha slept. Realizing that she could not sleep, Valentine got up and went to the toilet. She had to walk down the hall past the door of her father-in-law. The door could be opened, and then the in-law mocking glances would put her off balance again. Valentina went to the door, quietly opened the door and looked out into the corridor. What she saw made her wince in surprise. In the corridor, at the door of the father-in-law, bent over, stood Genka, peering intensely at the crack of the door.

Henka's pants were lowered, with the fingers of his right hand he rhythmically led along the tip of the protruding penis rearing. Henka's left hand was shoved into panties. Brother Sasha was standing in an uncomfortable position, on convulsively shaking half-bent legs, his butt moved back and forth in time with the fingers. Valentina looked dumbfounded as a swollen claret head of the penis quickly appeared and disappeared between Henki's fingers.

- Here's a bastard! - it was thought to Valentina - spying on this dog! Svetka would see him ... Valentina giggled softly, then again, louder. Genka looked back at her, with his mouth half open and panicked eyes wide. He jumped and jumped awkwardly, rushed into his room, pressing his stiff member to the stomach.

Genkina slammed the door. Valentina walked up to the room of the father-in-law, from which muffled sounds came, stopped hesitantly, looked around the door to Genkina. Then she cautiously crept up to the door of her father-in-law and peered into the crack of the door, to which Genk glanced a few seconds back.What she saw was so startling to her that she involuntarily screamed, and then, biting her lip, confusedly peered at what was happening. On the bed of her father-in-law, Sveta was on her knees. With her hands she rested against the carpet over the bed, her short-haired head with blond hair was lowered and loosely dangling. Svetka was five years younger than Valentina. Svetka's small triangular huddles were dangling and jumping from invisible blows. Valentina shifted to the left and saw Nikolai Vasilyevich. He stood behind Svetka, holding her waist and inflicting strong blows on Svetka's buttocks with her hips.

Svetka's hands buckled, she bent her elbows, protecting the back of her head from strikes against the wall. Nikolai Vasilyevich stopped. His belly was heavy, heaving and falling. Valentine saw how his tanned hands slid on the sides of Svetka, grabbed her breast from the bottom, began to flatten, crush them. Sveta raised her head, and probably groaned. Nikolai Vasilievich put his hand on the back of her head, bent down with force. Svetkina's face was tucked into a blanket on the bed, his slim boyish bottom rose high. Continuing to hold Svetka with his left hand, the other father-in-law began to stroke her ass. He slightly pulled away from Svetka, and Valentine saw a hot, wiry member of her father-in-law, on whom he was pushing his daughter-in-law. Then he leaned on her, grabbed her breasts, backed up, puffed.

Valentina backed away from the door, leaned her hand on the wall. She looked to the left and through the half-open door of Sasha's brother realized that Genk was watching her. "Yes, she thought - with standing horseradish." Forgetting about the toilet, she returned to her room and stood for a long time, her back against the wall. Then she crept carefully to the door of the room. The door was not tightly closed, and Valentine, holding her breath, looked into the crack. Genka was already standing in the same position at the door of her father-in-law. Standing on tiptoe and stretching out his neck, Genk furiously nadrachival his standing member. This went on for a few minutes. Then Genka gasped. His fist jerked down, stopped, and a long jet of sperm escaped from the swollen burgundy head of the penis. Genka squeezed groaned and squirted sperm on the door of her father-in-law. Then he hastily pulled on his underpants and trotted to the door of his room. After a couple of minutes, the door of the father-in-law opened carefully. Svetkina's head appeared in the doorway. Valentina backed away from the door, pressed her back to the wall. After some time, she knocked the door in the room of relatives.

The next day, everyone held out as if nothing had happened, and the day after, Genka and Svetka left, and Valentina had to wash the dried yellow drips of Genkina sperm from the doorframe.

Valentina was haunted by what she saw. She could not explain anything to herself. Next week at dinner, Sasha said:

- The father said that he will register Genka in this apartment. Well, that's right!

Valentina is petrified. She understood everything. Sasha, smiling silly, continued:

- He also said: they say, I will write you out. And then Valka won even if the window in my room was washed! Jokes, of course. But you wash him a window, okay?

- Sasha! Moron. My God, what an idiot! - Valentina was spinning in her head, and there was a lump in her throat - What now to do? God, what to do?

Valentina understood that there was no way out for her. Tomorrow, when Sasha leaves for work, and she stays in the same apartment as her father-in-law, everything will happen. In the morning she went into the bath, put on a short robe, gathered water into a bucket with a rag and knocked, opened the door to her father-in-law's room.

- Nikolay Vasilievich! Can I wash my window?

The father-in-law in his underwear and t-shirt lay on his bed and, wearing glasses, read some book.

- Valya! Of course, sweetheart! That respected the old man! - Nikolai Vasilyevich quickly jumped up, grabbed a chair frantically, pulled him to the headboard of the bed, which rested against the window sill.

- Here, Valenka! Zalaz, it is convenient. I'll hold the chair.

Valentina opened the inner casement window, put the bucket on the window sill, climbed up on the chair.

- You and Sasha are some kind of non-native! The old man was completely forgotten - cooing in-law - Come on, oh, so! Zalaz. Sill something ...