she lamented something incoherent and commemorated her heavenly father. The sacrament was beautiful and majestic. I still remember him in the smallest detail.

When Jeanne fell silent and curled up, I got to my feet, found a condom in my pocket, the one that was ultra-thin, and applied it, finally, for the intended purpose. Incredibly tenacious that night, the member was squeezed first into elastic attire, and then, in full uniform, and in a supple vagina did not manage to recover Jeanne. The resulting position could be called a missionary, if I had not started a passionate kiss with Alena lying next to me. It is unlikely that the missionaries, at one time, allowed themselves such liberties. It was another opening for me to enjoy. Squish a member in the luscious vagina of one girl, and kissing the other is a feeling from the same opera as the saying: “it’s better to see once than to hear a hundred times”.

Blonde I fucked long. Alain, looking up from my lips, hotly whispered in my ear that Jeanne did not experience more than one orgasm at a time. So, I try in vain, she and so infinitely well. But she herself is prone to multiple orgasms and craves, moreover, to feel my cock in herself. The petition of the brown-haired woman was considered and immediately satisfied. With the speed of a man changing home slippers to beach ones, I moved from one “ladies' apartment” to others, and after a minute I was wielding a member in a cozy cave Alenka.

Despite the general fatigue of the body, I acted quite cheerfully. The girl flowed again, groaning again, and again moving her pelvis towards me. And in the intervals between lingering sighs she told with aspiration the juicy details of that very blowjob to her cousin. Having finished a non-trivial history, the brown-haired woman fell silent and concentrated on sensations. She moved beneath me sharper and more active, clutched her nails in the back, pressed her whole body against me and began to end uncontrollably, with her face buried in my shoulder.

I, at this point, also received orgasmic urges and could discharge when I wished. Zanna, completely exhausted, was lying next to us, and looked like a sleeping person. It was pointless to disturb the girl, although I, considering her positive attitude towards sperm, planned to cum in her mouth. Alenka, by her own admission, was indifferent to sperm, so I decided to finish stupidly in the “gum”, since there was no one to feed the conditional “squirrel”.

Decent speeding in the body of a brown-haired woman, I galloped into the final race. Catching a favorite rhythm, blissfully shut his eyes and opened the internal valve of the pump, which at once swung into the latex reservoir, the daily rate of the young, boiling sperm. A few more inertial frictions, accompanied by groans and sighs of long-awaited satisfaction, and I leaned back, feeling how my orderly fighter "fighter" was falling.

While he came to himself with his eyes closed and collected his thoughts, he did not notice that Alenka was no longer lying, but was sitting on the bed in Turkish, and was watching with interest the changes that were taking place with my member. When I noticed, the girl pulled a condom from the limp trunk and examined the muddy sperm collected into it.

“Actually, I don’t really like sperm,” she began, “But for some reason I really want to try yours.”

“First, like this,” Alyna leaned toward a completely lifeless penis, took it in her mouth and carefully sucked. I really liked it, although I was not excited.

“Now, like this,” the brown-haired woman threw back her head, opened her mouth, and poured watery sperm from the condom into it. Quickly swallowed and smiled.

“Now I’m a full-fledged goner fuck. Write down in the list of trophies, - Alena joked obscenely.

- I would write it down, but I didn’t take the official form with me, - I joked back.

- Well, since there are no blanks ..., - Alana reached out to her bag, rummaged through it and took out a small notebook and pen, - ... we will get a “barn book”.

The girl enthusiastically painted the cover of a notebook with intricate monograms.

"Table of whores" - I read to myself.

- A table about whores? - then asked again out loud.

- Yeah, - the brown-haired woman smiled, - The first two can already be recorded. And the rest will be added upon receipt.

- What are you inventor! - I laughed, touched by the idea.

- Is this me the inventor? - smiled Alain, - And what about you then say? I have never met such an entertainer. And a voice recorder, and an iron and a bucket. I almost ohrenel, when you started Zhanu pizdit, and then another in the mouth to vomit fuck (ahahaha). Forgive me, of course, for my “french”, but you can’t tell otherwise.

Both of us burst out laughing, but Jeanne, who had not yet shown signs of presence, suddenly, without opening her eyes, added hoarsely:

- You're just a monster, Alexander. Didn't your mom teach you that it’s impossible to treat girls like that?

“It’s impossible with girls, but it’s very possible with whores,” I immediately replied, “I’ve been called the bastard, get into the body.” Do you have the number assigned to voice?

“The first one, probably, since there are two of us on the list, and Alenka signed up after me as a whore,” Jeanne said blissfully, yawning and sweet, cat-like, stretching.

- No shit like that! Dry numbering is a mortal longing. Your number on the nomenclature "B-747". Do you want to decrypt - refer to Alain. She will try and remember the logical chain. BUT? Alyona? Do you remember? Can you handle it?

“B-747”, “B-747” ..., the brown-haired woman muttered thoughtfully, “Boeing-747” ... “Boeing” is “B”, and “Fucking” is also “B”! Hmm ... Cool ... I caught up. I can handle it.

And the girl patiently told her friend, while I was dressing, my morning, not quite successful joke, which served as a result, the basic concept of forming numbers, issued by all subsequent "B".

Before you say goodbye, Alain asked me a very reasonable question about her own labeling. I mysteriously smiled and called the number "35".

- And decipher? - the brown-haired woman pouted, realizing that I was not going to explain anything.

- If you want a clue, come to me, how you will sleep off. But not one. If you bring a new “Tabel” candidate, you’ll have popular decoding.

I said nothing more. Trumpeting the happy girls, he closed the front door behind him and went down to himself. It was light on the street, and if the case were in the village, the cocks would probably vote. But instead, the predawn haze of the coming day was cut through by the sounds of an awakened metropolis. The tram rang out with metal, the trolleybus rustled with an electric motor, and a boiling kettle whistled from the house opposite. The world around us was asleep while I was awake. Now it is time to switch places.

Before zadryhnut, I poured icy water from the shower and, in what mother gave birth, fell into bed. The head was filled with amazing memories and sweet fantasies.

“WelcometoUkraine, Sanch” - again, just like this morning, I congratulated myself on my arrival in the historic homeland. But he said this not as an example of how he did it a day earlier. This time, without sarcasm and completely sincere.

Finally, before diving into a deep sleep, I somehow remembered the slogan of a famous advertisement: “Life is good when you drink without haste”. Probably because reality was thickly decorated with fabulous events. And the subsequent dream was fabulous. And even awakening. Because I woke up from an impatient knocking on the door, and on the threshold I saw a beaming Allen, in the company of a seductive stranger in a short skirt ... However, this is a completely different story.

With respect to all of you, Alexander Kirilenko.