After Shanu was raped by two old men, she decided that she could no longer go on like this and went to her sister the next morning. Before noon, they shared their experiences of communicating with restless brtyami, their dads and the count, trying to describe everything as tragically and unpleasant as possible, but, nevertheless, began to be excited, raising in memory the picture of what had happened. Both noticed the reaction of each other, but did not say anything out loud. When the story ended, Shana sighed and said:

- So, Big Joe's hut ...

“So, Uncle Bob ...” her sister echoed. “Is that the fair-haired, bearded old ... man?”

There was an awkward pause, and Shana’s ears hurt:

- Yes, this is it.

- Sorry...

- Nothing. We must decide what to do with it.

- And ... unless we can something?

“What, do you want them to continue to allow themselves ... themselves ... to use themselves?” - Shirke averted her eyes, flushed and hesitated:

- Why not?

- What?!

“Didn't you like it?”

- I ... me ... Khem ... It can not continue.

“I agree,” the younger sister decided to support her elder sister, perfectly understanding her feelings.

- Let us think about it. Well, what shall we do and so on, and then somehow discuss it. Agreed? - The conversation is clearly at an impasse.

- Of course.

Saying goodbye to my sister, the priestess left her room and went to her own.

But halfway through, she heard strange sounds. Going toward the seeming source, she almost collided her forehead with Celeste, Shirke's servant, who jumped out all disheveled from the back room and, as it seemed to Chanet, wiped her lips. She apologized apologetically and hurried to get out. Peering into the back room, the priestess stumbled upon Peter:

- Oh, Mrs. Shan, what a meeting! - he was slightly out of breath and the girl was completely convinced of what these two were doing here. A blush of embarrassment appeared on her cheeks, but, returning to herself a stern look, she said:

- What are you doing here, gardener? Well, quick start your duties! - and, turning, went my way. Peter hurried after her:

- I apologize if I offended you, honestly, I did not want ...

- Piss off saying ...

- Well, wait, my lady, I thought ... Considering what happened between us ...

- What?! - she abruptly turned to him, and the young man, right in the corridor, pressed her back to the window overlooking the courtyard:

- Hush, baby, otherwise we can interfere. Damn, I got up with you again, it seems to be missing ...

- Get your dirty hands off me! - she pushed the persistent fan away, but could only turn around - the gardener caught her again this time from behind and pressed her breast to the window, unleashing the lacing of her pants and lifting her skirt. - Stop it!

- Hush, but what if someone comes and sees you in this ... original position? - the young man was not joking about the newly risen member and, although he was not fully grown up yet, the guy had already quite successfully refueled him, wetted by the maid's saliva, into the pussy of the countess. - That's ... that's better, here is the place for him, don't you find? - He whispered in her ear, pushing deeper movements of the pelvis.

- Please, not here ... - passed the priestess to the pleas.

- No, baby - here and now. By the way, the sooner you take the initiative, the sooner we will finish - and he became in a sharp jolt to fuck the girl from behind.

Shana decided to obey and bent slightly, spreading her legs wider, making the penetration more comfortable for the young man:

- This is another conversation, baby. That's what I understand ... Yes ... like this ...

In the courtyard, the servants scurried around and everyone did their own business, without looking up at the windows on the second floor, where their gardener was their mistress. But the fear of being noticed, to the surprise of the priestess, started her unexpectedly hard - after a couple of minutes her pussy was oozing with juice, and now she stood at an angle of ninety degrees, holding the window sill with trembling hands, shaken by a pimply young man who was slapping her ass with one hand and the other took hold of her belt, leaning back and penetrating deeper into the familiar hole.

A few more minutes ... and he broke into the Countess, bringing her to an orgasm.

Having tucked the sagging wet dick into his pants and tying up the lacing, Peter decided to help the lady who was squatting, holding on to the window sill, and still came to her senses, throwing his seed from the depths of her body. He lifted her, lowered her skirt and hugged her waist from behind:

- You know what I love? You're the only bitch who gives you a cum flawlessly, ”he kissed her cheek, looking out the window. “Your sister can't get her pussy down, but you ... Wow, sweetie, I like you ...” He snorted his nose into her red hair, inhaling the smell. - Nettle shampoo ... Visited our sauna? ... I heard, our grandfathers "floated you" well ... Listen, honey, what does your mother love?

- What do you want, bastard? - snapped the girl.

- I want to plant her for the most tomatoes ...

- A member is not old enough ...

“How cruel, because you have made sure by your own experience that this is not so ... No, seriously.” How do i fuck her?

“Leave me alone,” she finally got rid of the boy’s embrace and went to her room. At the end of the corridor, the girl turned to the young man, who was looking after her. - White roses ... her favorite ... Refer to the graph for the rest, - and there it was.