yourself, as if nothing had happened. They laughed and joked. I didn’t want to start a conversation with everyone, and didn’t know how to start it.

After breakfast, Pasha, Oksana and Artem gathered to climb even higher in the mountains, rounding the lake. They called us too, but Sveta said that she didn’t feel well, then I refused.

The conversation with Sveta turned out to be easier than I expected. After Sveta realized that I was not angry with her, she calmly told me that she had been wildly excited yesterday afternoon. And having drunk, she instantly lost her head at all when they began to caress her in the water. True, she did not remember the sex with Pasha, as well as her screams. Only the next morning I realized that everything was, wiping sperm from the whole body with wet napkins and the sensations inside the vagina and priests.

- "So he you and in the ass, too?" - I asked.

- "Not. This is probably Artemka. The priest barely hurts, ”answered Sveta.

Having bathed, we were lying in a tent and chatting when Pasha appeared. He climbed around the camp, and, not seeing us through the mosquito net, undressed and dived into the lake. Having bathed, he looked around again, took off his panties, squeezed them out and, as it is, lounged on a blanket, sunbathing. Lying around, this esthete, now and then corrected his sausage, rolling it one way or the other side to the sun. Looking at Sveta, I realized that she, too, was watching Pasha with enthusiasm.

“Fuck how healthy he is,” she whispered to me.

“It’s not worth it yet,” I answered just as quietly.

Remembering how yesterday’s spectacle brought me, I suggested to Sveta to leave the tent and, having said that I was sleeping, to take a closer look. Sveta, unexpectedly quickly agreed, specifying whether I would be angry.

- "And if he will pester?" - She asked, already deciding to go.

- “Well, look at the circumstances. If anything, scream - I "wake up" - I replied.

To be honest, I was almost sure that my spouse, sober and in the light of the day, would just look at him close, the maximum would touch him. But my “circumstances”, she understood her way. Twenty minutes later, she was already sucking his cudgel, sitting on his face in the 69 position, and after half an hour he was already seated her on his unit. It was obvious from her that even after yesterday's exercises, Pashin's member hardly pushed through her. She frowned at the pain, but bravely endured, not making a sound, afraid to “wake up” me. When the eternal began like a world - to and fro, the lovers' breaths became loud, and Svetlana sometimes could not hold back to start moaning, my phone suddenly rang.

The chief called, almost in hysterics, that everything was lost, everything collapsed, nothing works. Having calmed down a little, he was able to explain that there is no connection with the server on which the data on the office rests. For 15 minutes I tried to explain to him what can be done, but nothing happened to him. Therefore, he said ominously that it was my job, so that I arrived right now and restored everything. Since right now, I didn’t do it either, we agreed in the morning.

Coming out of the tent, I found that Pasha was already swimming in the lake, and Sveta was waiting for me.

Since half of our expedition was not in place, it was decided that I was leaving them lightly now, and leave the car key to Sveta, and I will get a ride. And they will wait for Oksana and Artem and will all move down with all the belongings together.

Saying goodbye alone with my wife, I saw that Sveta was wildly excited, and did not even try to hide it. She playfully asked for permission for a little betrayal if she could not resist the Pashin charisma. I, still excited, gave her a go-ahead, warning her to be more careful, otherwise this “little betrayal” might break her like a hot-water bottle. To which Sveta proudly stated to me that she managed to put almost everything into herself while I was talking to my boss. In general, I knew perfectly well what would happen as soon as I disappeared from view. And then she also added salt to the wound, saying that Pasha had not finished yet. Therefore, I kissed her and left them alone with a heavy heart.

Having gone deep into the woods, I nevertheless decided to once again look at the camp, having chosen a ravine on a small slope, from where the tents were clearly in view. As I expected, my brother and the faithful did not pull the rubber for long. Sveta was kneeling in front of him, and Pasha, holding her head, tried to string her throat on his dick. Due to its thickness, he, of course, did not enter, Sveta choked, but diligently tried to take it as deep as possible. After holding Sveta's mouth, Pasha decided to change position. He put Sveta on her feet, bent, with his hands on a stump, and going back, he thrust his drin into it. Even I heard how Sveta screamed, and he, not paying attention to her mournful moans, took her ass and began to polish. Looking closer, I saw Sveta's legs dangling in the air. She did not even reach the ground, lifted by Paul’s arms and impaled on his peak. For some reason, our dogs, our fantasies, and I, holding back the tearing cry, immediately remembered again, and for a long time I poured the weedy grass in front of me with my orgasmic jets. A little regaining my senses, I once again looked at the camp, Pasha continued to push his protruding phallus into my wife, and I went down.

Having descended almost to the lowland, I met another family, who was rising heavily upwards. At that moment, I thought that these seemingly intelligent husband, wife and tall daughter of about sixteen would not let my relatives finally plunge into the pool of depravity, but as it turned out, I was deeply mistaken.

I will not tell you how I was getting, how I recovered the screw that had flown out of the RAID. This is not interesting to anyone here. I'll tell you better this ...

Deep in the evening, having reached the house, I called my wife. It turned out that Oksana and Artem had just recently returned, it was already getting dark and that is why they are not going today yet. The next evening, still picking at the server room, I called Sveta again. It turned out that they met here with another family, and decided to go down all together. When asked how things were going on for her, she replied that the battery in the phone was almost empty, so she would tell when she came down so that I wouldn't worry. No one answered my calls anymore, Sveta’s battery was completely discharged.

Do I have to say what pictures my imagination painted when I fell asleep alone in my bed, knowing that my wife is now probably stretched over a hefty Pashin bolt. But, as it turned out, sometimes reality is cooler than fantasy.

Sveta arrived only three days after me. One Pasha and his family turned out to visit new friends. From the story of Sveta, it followed that in the evening of that day when I left - the family I met below rose to them. In the evening, they had already made friends. Dasha, the lass, who was already 18, glanced contemptuously at Artyom. And Sergey (the father of the family), looked at Oksana's outstanding melons. The family council, to which by that time Pasha, Oksana and Artyom had turned on and Sveta, decided to try to unwind this little family, according to the same scenario as they got us.

I don’t know how they work so quickly, but the next day, Oksana took Sergei to the woods, fucked him in the same place and persuaded him not to interfere when Pasha and Artyom were promoting his wife. In the evening, Artem, under some pretext, led Dasha far to the mountains, there he managed not only to “get lost” and return back deep past midnight, but also to deprive her of her virginity, soothing a frightened girl. At this time, Pasha, acting in the same scenario, gave Sergei Vera’s wife drink and dragged him into his tent to show his gun and they didn’t come out until that morning.

Well drunk Sergey, however, did not remain in debt, took away to sleep in his tent Sveta. The next morning I was surprised at Dasha, who returned to a dark camp, was surprised at first that no one was looking for them, but when she woke up in the morning, she found naked Sveta instead of her mother.

The next morning, of course, was not an easy conversation, as it so happened. The girl turned out to be surprisingly adult-minded, and almost calmly reacted to this kind of rest of her parents.Then Artyom first persuaded her, and then they agreed with their parents that they would go higher up the gorge to the waterfall (4 hours of travel), and return by evening. Gathered supplies and left. However, half of the road did not reach the waterfall, finding a good clearing in the spruce thickets and continued mutual learning the tricks of love.

And at the bottom, the adults laid out a banquet, spread out blankets and sleeping bags to dry, and began to drink first for a closer acquaintance, and with an increase in degree, gradually, this very closer acquaintance and passed.

It was the hardest day for Sveta, or rather for her holes. At first, as a joke, the people began to pity Sveta that she was left alone, without a husband. Gradually, they began to feel sorry for her not only in words, but also with the help of caresses, and in the end she visited both men's ends, first for separate reasons, and then at the same time. The rest of the ladies, of course, also did not go unheeded, but Sveta got the most.

When the children returned, everyone, including Artem and Dasha, was simply exhausted. Light dinner, and the camp slept a dream. And the next morning, fees began, Sergei the next day he needed to work. On the way, Pasha picked up Vera’s polite offer to visit them. As a result, not shelving them, we agreed to call on them immediately, to “admire” their dwelling. Pasha, having slightly spoken with Sveta, “whispered” to her that they would most likely stay overnight at the new acquaintances, he had already agreed with Vera ...

Of course, when Sveta arrived, she did not immediately tell me the whole story of their rest. But her exhausted little holes spoke for themselves. I made her a hot bath, cooked mulled wine, and steamed and razomlevshaya from alcohol and gentle caress spouse, at first in small portions and embarrassed, but gradually more and more frankly told me about his "hiking".

Probably it would be possible to finish this story, but today Oksana suddenly came to work for me, she said she would like to say goodbye and thank me for a great vacation. I could not (and did not want to) refuse her when he suggested that I was pleased to extend the lunch break. After a brief but violent intercourse in the forest, where we drove off in a car, Oksana informed me that tomorrow they would be leaving home. And when I asked what Pasha and Artyom were doing, she said that most likely they are the same as we are, because they went to say goodbye to my Svetochka at my house.

Well, I, returning to work, in anticipation of a new story with my faithful, sat down to write this opus.

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