“Listen, I have to leave for an hour here while I was driving. Dima called from work, you need to take the documents from him, he will drive to the big store on the highway, so I quickly,

- Okay, my wife said displeasure

- Buy orange juice at the same time she added,

- I quickly repeated myself.

I turned around and sat in the car I left the country house, driving along a regular road, let's say the central one on which everyone drove, but after 300 meters, I turned onto a parallel road through two lines where cars were rare, except for cars living on this street, but the main thing was there was something like a congress ending a dead end, where it was possible to leave the car and she did not attract attention to anyone.

What I did, and then with quick steps I went to the house of Stepanych, it was not far to go, beating around it from the back side, where someone's site was adjacent to his house, thickly overgrown with trees and grass, the owners were either not, but most likely just invested money in the land, and maybe some other reasons, but the main plot was abandoned and therefore, without attracting attention, I easily managed to get close to the fence enclosing Stepanych's house.
After standing in front of him for some time, I finally decided.

And having jumped over the fence in this part is not very high by the way, I went to the house from the back door, after carefully getting to the window and looked into it, it was the same utility room, but this time I didn’t see anyone there, so I sneaked to the next one looked too.

It was somewhat dumb to move around the garden at any moment to be noticed by neighbors or Stepanych. So I looked into the large windows of the hall and I was waiting for a bummer, the windows were curtained!

After standing, I also did not hear anything, the sound insulation was good or there was no one in the room who didn’t understand what might have to come back.

Just in case, I carefully peeked around the corner, again silence, but then my eyes were attracted by a staircase leaning against the house and resting on a large attic window, the sash cracked to be done, I remembered Stepanych's phrase.

Looking at the stairs I decided, with a sinking heart, I climbed a little creaky stairs and carefully climbed into the open window, looked inside the attic where I was, so nobody got up, I hope no one noticed me, after all the window it was from the deaf side of the house, and then who sees not all that they think, flashed a thought.

Gently dropping to the floor of the attic, I froze, very commendably that thanks to Stepanitch’s work, the floor and stairs in the house were made soundly and didn’t creak at every step like in our country house, I carefully removed my sneakers, tied them with cords, then thinking everything I left it near the window, having remained in this way in one socks there was less noise in them, having examined the room once more, I quietly headed for the stairs.

Coming up, I listened again, the silence began to descend gently, so I overcame both flights and found myself on the adjoining verandah to the right, there was an exit, I looked and saw that the front door was bolted, then there was someone in the house, otherwise I already had doubts that the house is empty and maybe I was in vain exposing myself to unnecessary risk.

On the veranda there was a door leading to the corridor, in which there were 3 more doors - to the kitchen, bedroom and living room the largest room nothing had changed since the last visit. the door is wondering where the exit is, and with the help of a burning candle they finally manage to figure it out.
Fortunately, I didn’t need a candle. I was attracted to the living room. I looked in from the street to confirm the choice from the living room. There was a muffled feminine moan and Stepanych’s voice that he didn’t say what I was saying, but accepted the hunting counter and quietly went to the door.

The door was ajar and, bending down, I crawled on all fours into the room, recalling the layout of this room, I realized that lovers could only be on a large L-shaped couch standing to the left of the entrance closer to the edge of the far wall, opposite it was a large dresser with huge mirrors , still Soviet-made, which I noticed when I came here with the mother-in-law, and immediately to the left was a chair, practically twin brother and the same age as the chair that stood in our waiting room.
I was frantically thinking how to act to satisfy my curiosity and remain unnoticed, something like that was turning in my head when I looked at the mirror of the dresser and the big chair.

There, I realized, if I sneak over to the chair and sit on the floor, it will hide me from my view from the sofa, and this will provide an excellent opportunity to watch the sofa and everything that happens in it in the mirror of the dresser, this is a kind of TV.

Well, having gathered my courage, I overcame the space separating the seat from the door, the UV seemed to crawl 3 km on all fours, not 1, 5 meters, taking the chosen position, I thought, carefully looked around, but the idea worked 100% well, of course If you get up then the review would be great and without any mirrors, but it would be very, very short for me.

The curtains on the windows were closed, but the sunlight penetrating through them beautifully lit the room, the sofa reflected in the mirror, on which lay a naked female body, clearly visible white back and a big rounded ass, which now also stroked tanned man's five fingers with strong fingers and that especially gave spice - the woman was in black stockings, which looked very sexy against the white body, and when Svetlana Viktorovna began to wear stockings or it was already here she dressed up like that, I thought.

What the movie continues, settling more comfortably, I decided, and this series will seem to be called Alice in the Looking Glass, more precisely, Svetlana in the Looking Glass.

In the meantime, a man's hand peacefully stroked an elastic woman's ass, then dived between the woman's legs and began to caress the vagina.

- Well, Victor, that's enough, I heard a woman’s voice and was stunned.

Yes, obviously the online broadcast of the film “Svetlana in the Looking Glass” is postponed indefinitely, the voice was not hers !!!
It was not my mother-in-law, but some other woman!

My head throbbed, what to do, what can it be his wife arrived, and here I am, an exhibitionist fucking these thoughts panicked in my head and I froze like a statue to myself.

So it is necessary to wind up until you are caught whispering caution.
Why does nobody see you, so what if this is not Svetlana Viktorovna, as opposed to caution, there was lust and curiosity is also an explosive mixture, I must say.

In addition, Stepanych, if you forgot, divorced and lives alone, and the body of the woman lying on the sofa clearly belongs to a very young woman, her mind was connected, and as I didn’t immediately turn on the stranger's white skin, Svetlana was more tanned and butt I was also different, I don’t know how to express, but it’s definitely not the priest, and I’ve never seen Svetlana in stockings (not in pantyhose).

In the meantime, the hand of the man, after caressing the female charms, left the stranger's ass, and I heard his voice,

- Well, I rested, now become a cancer in you, one more time and you will run to your hubby, otherwise he waited for you,

- Well, what are you waiting for, he raised his voice, I told someone.

The woman, mumbling something, got up from the sofa, Stepanych, who was already standing on the legs near the sofa, helped her to rise, podrachivaya already a member of his own and ready to work.
That, having looked at him whispered,

- Vitya you again want, oh you and insatiable.

After that, clasping the member with his gentle fingers, the man promptly removed his hand began to podrachivat it easily, then suddenly leaned over and immediately somehow swallowed Stepanych's dick in his hot mouth and began to suck him, periodically taking out a powerful device from his mouth .

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