RECALLING GOOD ABOUT PAST ...

It all started yesterday - May 6th. We sat at the table in the evening and began to rehearse. The reason for the rehearsal was serious: May 7th. Three events united into one gathering: May 7th is Marinka’s birthday, my wife’s sister, May 7th is radio day and communications workers of all industries (your humble servant writing these lines is a signalman) and finally May 7th is the day of taking office (or coming to the post?) the newly elected (former, previous) President of Russia. I hope we can do without explanations? In the drinking itself, there is nothing interesting, well, maybe the only thing that three female drinkers were female, but two male individuals - just the opposite, they did not drink. So, they were present: the aforementioned I, with my own wife, this very wife, is a sister (unmarried), and (again about a wife!) Her brother, with her already wife, but with a civil one. Patience with us, non-drinking men, to observe the drunken courage of female superiority was enough for an hour or so, for three. After Seryogin's wife, Lyudka, began to talk with slogans, promising to show how she was pleasing him orally and for everyone, it was decided: to stop the rehearsal, to Serge and Lyudka to pack up and go home. Demonstrate your skills there without spreading it to me. And then she had already agreed to the point (by the way, aloud!): “If I — she means — paid such attention to you (I mean), how would you (again, I!) Respond to my (fuck, HER!) Efforts ? ”Such question and answer games are very dangerous. It is fraught with baldness and blindness: if my wife bucks, then she and I, and Lyudka, will scratch out my eyes and pull out my hands. According to our own resolution, we have implemented this wise decision. I chastely went to spend them, just so that I could get some air out myself, while Sveta and Marina stayed at home at this time, to clean the table.

Seeing off took a lot of time - about five minutes. Upon his return, he turned his gaze to the sky - and froze: "A huge, slightly reddish moon ominously rose above the horizon, flooding everything around with its dead light ..." Terrible? But to me here is niskolechko, sober because. But very, very beautiful. To better see the moon, went to the fence. I walk past the window: the girls, in my short-term absence, have already built an inter-party game, waved a glass and hid the ends in the water, I mean, they clean the vodka in the fridge. I did not emphasize this when the girls came out - showed the moon. Drunk, but agreed that beautiful. We smoked in the open air, giggled, returned to the house. Time after midnight, the girls braked on the veranda, they drink vodka, break the unrest, and I went into the room, here I sit, I write. Not spelled something. That is, nothing is written. Perhaps the proverb is right: Morning is wiser than evening ... Should I go to sleep? But then the girls (from boredom or what?) Begin to urge me to dilute their female body with my, male presence. I can not stand drunk women, he is sober because. But what can't you do for them, for your loved ones? I had to go.

The meetings dragged on, and here, Marinka whispers in my ear that I should help her with something. Strange, I think, what? We go with her to the room, the wife on the veranda is left, smokes. Marishka sends me under the table, she has a warehouse of secret things there. And such a meaningful conversation gets: "You, they say, your man, you will not talk, you will not give out women's secrets. To you, he says, women are not interesting! ”I, frankly, was a little taken aback:“ This is why you suddenly decided that I don’t need women? Or do you think that I need men? Then you are deeply mistaken. ”“ Well, ”she says to me,“ on occasion we will check how much you are still interested in a woman, and you will prove how interesting you can be to a woman! ”And she showed me with her hands,what and where ... Drunk woman sebzde not the mistress, so it happened. I got what she asked for, and it was very much something beautiful in the box that looked like a product from a sex shop: it looks like a vibrator. Well, of course, she was a little embarrassed when I started to stare, then at her, then at the box, selected and promised, “later on”, went to my wife, to Svetlanka, to the veranda. And again I was alone in the room.

They were there for a long time discussing, arguing, and proving something to each other - I didn’t see the details. But my curiosity is so flattering: What can an unmarried sister discuss with a married woman while holding a vibrator in her hands? I was curious about what my wife’s interest was, because she categorically refused to be interested in “this” when I started talking about “this” with her. And here it is so actively entering into an argument, as if she has considerable experience in this topic! Very interesting. A couple of times the word “ass fucked” clearly flashed: just in what context? Whether the vibrator is like an anal partner, or in the figurative sense - “yes, shove it in your asshole!” I didn’t hear that much to draw the appropriate conclusions. Soon they stopped arguing, apparently already caught up with vodka under a light snack, and I, not waiting for the continuation, spat on everything and went to bed.

May 7th. Early morning. Remembering yesterday, I decided to remember the youth. He climbed into his warm bed with his wife, hugged him, snuggled in the back, began stroking his bare breasts ... "Rosita sleeps and doesn’t feel that the sailor is sleeping on her. Rosita will wake up and chase the parasite ..." , apparently, a little overdone with the movement in time: instead of “remembering youth,” it turned out “fell into childhood” ... Y-yes ... “My little one” did not wake up, and I, the big one, remembering golden childhood, so that Do not cry with frustration, took the boob in your mouth, smacked a bit and also fell asleep. It’s good that the diaper didn’t get wet ...

Wife got up in the morning (12:30) after yesterday's rehearsal. Does not remember where the bra removed. Maiden's memory: to whom she gave - immediately forgot. Walking, looking. “I would wash my face and hands, I should go to the toilet ... give me my bra, bitches, where is my bra, you bastards?” I ask you, cowards, at least for you? Yes, it answers, it seems to me. You, I say, take a closer look, are yours, not men, by chance? If, says your on you, then where are the other men come from? Yeah, I think to myself, I believed it, after what I heard yesterday. Looking for a long time, the whole world. I found a bra - who would have thought ... on the veranda, under the chair. Okay, I think it's good though her pants are in place and yet her own.

Sit at the table. 13:30. For breakfast: Salad from chicken, mushrooms, onions, carrots and mayonnaise - rejected. I put the tinned pineapples aside until after breakfast. Agreed on fricassee - chicken, potatoes, vegetables. Hot seasoning: two Heinz sauces - “Chili” and “Exotic” (ginger, pineapples and p) Both are good for the amateur. I turned out to them, an amateur, I liked it in general. Another set of black canned olives pitted. I tried - garbage, reminded me of a fermented cherry compote. The wife began to convince that only the first one is like that, and then after each next one everything tastes and tastes better. How about vodka, I ask? The first one, the second falcon, then without an account, at the end of a barf hunt? In general, I did not pretend to be a gourmet and refused olives. Here, I almost forgot about the sandwiches: a slice of loaf smeared with butter, very little seasoning “Rollton mushroom”, to enhance the taste, and in fact, the very taste - fresh (just fresh, not just raw!) Champignons. As Raikin said - “Taste is sculpted!” Not everyone likes it, but I cook it myself with pleasure. Sausage and cheese were also present in several versions.

I generally like everything homemade, for example: beets with garlic, chopped prunes, grated walnuts, tiny pickled cucumbers, gherkins, and all this is filled with mayonnaise (where without it). I like to have fun, especially to devour! And of course, in order not to get all stuck on a dry one, the girls in chorus, clearly, after yesterday’s rehearsal, they asked for a couple of glasses.I offered them four each: one - for the correction of health, after yesterday's rehearsal, the second - for the day ...