(it was possible to write that it happened to me a few years ago. However, since no one would believe me anyway, I will say frankly that this is all fiction)

My father sent me to his uncle on business. I needed to pick something up there and quickly bring it home. I had to go there extremely broke, but I had no other choice. In the family everything was strict. In addition, my uncle is a very reputable person in the city. And I knew what happened when they disobeyed his wishes or orders. Therefore, I silently packed up, sat on a big one, and went to a relative.

Uncle lived in a two-story house with a large courtyard. The house itself stood in a dead end of the street, and was hidden from prying eyes. I just drove to the open gate, and straight ahead drove into the courtyard. Carelessly parked the bike, headed down the path to the house. At the entrance door, I met a group of skinhead boys. Especially not paying attention to them, entered the house. In the large hallway, there were two more brothers at the table, they were discussing something, and were laughing loudly. I often stayed with my uncle, and almost always there I met various types. But today, it seemed to me, they were more than usual.

I climbed the stairs, and was already walking along the corridor, when I heard strange sounds that came from the room I was walking into. The door was ajar, and as I approached, I heard more and more clearly, someone's heavy breathing, fragments of words, strange creaking and something like slaps. "Che for garbage?" - I thought, slowing down. Taking another step, I quietly looked into the room.

When I visited my uncle, I saw everyone. And I thought that I would not be surprised at anything. But, as it turned out, there was still something that could be pleasantly surprised. Looking into the room, I saw two men - one was sitting on the armchair, and the other was fucking some chick on the sofa. Having lingered a little in the corridor, I also quietly entered the room. Chick lay on his back, while the mate, pushed her, crushing his pumped body. I went so quietly that no one noticed me. I stopped in the middle of the room, and started looking at a naked woman, but she didn’t even pay any attention to me. The chick turned out to be a pretty, young woman, about thirty years old, not more. Most likely, it was a prostitute. True, unusual. At least, those prostitutes whom I saw did not evoke such emotions in me. I felt excited, and I even wanted to get to the place of this brother. Just at this moment, a man sitting in an armchair, Uncle Fedya, or just a crutch, noticed me.

- What do you want?

“I am this ...” I said in a slightly quivering voice, “I have to take the box.” Uncle Misha said that she is on the second floor ... here, on the windowsill.

- From fucking, but I thought already that you, too.

- What, too? - for some reason, I immediately understood what he meant, saying that he also came to fuck this slut.

- Nothing. Take your box. And get out in a hurry. And then Uncle Misha and you and me heels.

I glanced at the woman, but she covered her face with her hand. Apparently, having heard my still fragile youthful voice, she also paid attention to me, and covered herself with her hand. When I approached the window sill, I heard Crutch's voice:

- Fuck, take your hand.

Taking the box with one hand, I turned to the fucking couple. While I was dealing with the box, they managed to change their position. Now the woman was cancer on her knees, and her brother, standing behind, continued to fuck her. It so happened that the woman looked straight at me. Only her eyes were closed. I once again paid attention to her face. It looked somehow tired, and surprisingly beautiful.Maybe because it was not made up. Only her lips were touched up ... from which her face was not as ugly as other whores had. I tried to remember it.

Probably, I would have stood there like a crutch, having coughed up, reminded me that it was time for me to leave. I could not argue, and having already assembled, was to leave, I suddenly noticed on the nightstand, near the sofa, something like panties. I had an irrepressible desire to take possession of them. I stretched out my free hand, took these panties imperceptibly, and deftly slipped them into my pocket.

Downstairs, I went out into the street. In the courtyard were still stuck brothers. All of them were cheerful, and they told each other something animatedly. Now I was clear the reason why they all gathered here. I turned the corner and sat on the bench. Box put next. I still did not go out of my head this scene. Despite the fact that it was necessary to carry the box home, I was in no hurry. Suddenly the brothers began to move, and one of them shouted:

- Well, Che, let her?

- Yes, fuck, let it go. - quite blurred in a smile said that brother, whom I saw on the second floor.

In response, the rest brothers cheered approvingly. When an unknown mate joined the others, another kid walked away from the crowd, and headed for the house. Suddenly someone from the crowd called out to him:

- Peck, wait, come on together.

- That well, you yourself can not.

- Can. I just do not have time for the baryge alone. Just in her mouth fucked, and all.

- Okay...

Both entered the house, and as I understood it, they went to the second floor. I wanted to go after them and see how they are going to do it together. But you had to carry the box home. I thought that I might still have time to return. He took the box and quickly, as soon as he could, went home. Fortunately, the house was relatively not far away. He brought the box, took it to his father, and he went to the toilet. With shaking hands, he took out his trophy from his pocket. I was holding and considering the panties of that woman. They were white, translucent, with thin stripes, and a pattern on the most important place. I brought them closer to my face, and somehow instinctively, inhaled the scent. The smell was just great. I did not even notice how I got a member. I really wanted to look again at the owner of these panties. I came out of the closet, and shouting something to my father, I ran out into the yard.

Returning to my uncle, I was disappointed to find that the yard was empty. Brothers, as there was not. I entered the house, and immediately to the second floor. Coming to the door, I was relieved to see my naked woman kneeling back to me. A crutch stood in front of her. Judging by the movements of her head, and the crutch's satisfied expression on her face, it became clear that she was giving him a blowjob. The crutch, hearing the rustle of feet in the doorway, looked up at me. After a short pause, he raised his hand and pointed to the exit. I did not want to leave, but the strict look of the crutch made me obey. I again went out into the yard, and went to the exit. There, at the fence, in the shade of lilac, was my favorite shop. I sat down on her in disappointment, cursing Kostyl, and all those old brothers who today enjoyed this naked woman. I thought about the injustice of the device of this world, and about the control in mathematics.

The flow of my thoughts interrupted the sound of the door opening. A crutch appeared in the opening, followed by a woman. Crutch confident gait headed for the exit from the yard, while the woman, staggering, barely moved her legs. I tried to remember what she was wearing - these were black shoes, low heels, blue skirt, just below the knees, and a light, striped blouse. Her hair was badly ragged. As for a prostitute, she was dressed strangely. I still thought that maybe she was some kind of special prostitute, or something like that. It seems, at the gate itself, she threw a short glance at me, after which she immediately turned away in the opposite direction. So they came out, then, the car doors slammed, and the noise of Nine Crutch leaving.

There was no point in staying with uncle. I returned home, and closing the toilet, took out a piece of women's underwear from my pocket. I remembered the features of her face, and swaying breasts ... for the floor for me so excited that the jerk for a long time did not drag on. After flushing the toilet, I went to my room, put the panties in the bag, and hid it in the closet.