Back we barely reached. They piled up so much that the hired boat, a cauldron, hardly passed through the waves, making its way to the island. Masha and Vika were prepared in such a way with themselves that I involuntarily moved. Here, for a long time to me like this. Yes, no one! Only a mother can, at the very last moment, put a jar of mushrooms in the luggage, which has already passed for all imaginable and unimaginable weight restrictions. I left them in some confusion. Why? The events of the last night are the reason.

We went right away. The evening was drawn into our house, filling the corners, walls, ceilings in the rooms, surrounding the bed with darkness. Masha was lying, reading a book, another empty detective, written by slaves-writers, and released under the name of one of the famous writers. Victoria was in her room, also reading or looking at something. It was not important. What was important was that we all lay and waited. When I fall asleep Victoria, Masha, when she turns off the light, and Victoria waited for something from us. After such a frank conversation, in which we placed, if not points, then commas in the most important places, we all had to do something. But what? Dilute "de trois"? I do not know. I was not ready. Yes, and Masha is very, very worried. Lying in bed, she unexpectedly for me clung to me, whispered in my ear, sharing my excitement. And if she and Vika really like it? And if I am west of the girl? And if you live together, how can we be with each other together? Queue to install? I admit, there were no such questions before me. But Masha's excitement was clear to me. New experience brought new efforts and excitements to life.

I put out those “ifs” by starting to pull up her shirt. She snorted, glanced at the door, but pulled off her shirt, putting my hands to her slightly sweaty pubis, her juicy lips. The touch of the fingers hit her on the nerves. She sprained her feet slightly, nudging my hand, giggled softly, bit her lip. I, having caught the nipple with my lips, pressed on the chest, returning this body back to the warmth of the feather bed. She succumbed to me, but started hooligans - tickling the scrotum with her fingers, making me want to throw off the blanket, throw her legs on my shoulders and give the member the opportunity to throw off everything accumulated during the bath, evening conversations. Sometimes it seems to me that the term is a battery that draws in sexual feelings, processing them into a specific amount of sperm, which you should definitely use on this day. Or in the near future - two - three days. Otherwise, a painful condition, gloominess and, in general, there is no life. Therefore, I whispered in her ear that today is our last night before a long separation and I wanted more than hand caresses. She grinned, hit her forehead, but answered with a long kiss. After that, walking around to the bookcase in the common room with a white shadow, I took the book I was reading now. But I felt like she wanted. My fingers dived and dived between her legs, in the gap, slightly opened by her especially for me. She pretended to read.

I don't know, maybe it was a game, but from time to time she squeezed my legs with her legs, pressed her fingers, squeezing her lips. And then let go again. But at some point she turned, and I realized that she was on the verge of orgasm. She had such eyes every time when a wave had already originated, rolled from a distance, warning the whole body of its approach. And these squeezes, just an affordable way to delay this wave.“Do it, just be quiet! I do not want to attract the attention of Wiki. She dug her lips into me, pulled back, turned her back, sticking out her ass. With trembling hands, directing the penis into the puff burning with desire, she bit her lips. I would not scream. It took us about five minutes of silent struggle under a blanket, pent up emotions, trembling tense muscles. At the critical moment, she bit her teeth into my palm, drowning out a moan rushing out. The bite was the key that opens the gates to the Garden of Eden, called orgasm. I stuffed my mouth with a pillow.

When they say that during sex, the suppression of expressions of emotions restrains partners, reduces the intensity of passions, I can not agree. To us, in this bed, in these twilight, the unusualness of such a situation, the suppression of the element of feelings, gave a special piquancy to our closeness. I finished so powerfully tight stream that even felt like sperm rushing there, in crowded, washing my dick. Masha stopped motionless, clearly trying to restore her breath. In the silence of the house, broken only by our intermittent breathing, the barking of neighbors' dogs, the creaking of an invisible mythical brownie wandering around the house, to which Masha puts a slice of bread every night, pours milk, a sob was heard. We raised ourselves on the elbow, listened. So it is, from the room of Victoria. Masha looked at me, threw back the blanket, launching the cold air inside the bed burning with our love.

- crying. - She sat down, listened. Sobs were audible. - I'll go, calm down.

- I'm with you? - Glancing at me, Masha shook her head.

- Not in this form. And not now. - She grabbed a lump of a shirt, tucked under the pillow. - You sit. This is a female conversation.

- Yes? - In truth, I did not want to go there.

- Yes. - She pulled the shirt, then pulled off. - Lie down. - And she went there, beckoning her naked body. I wonder if Victoria is naked there too? From one picture, which my imagination instantly drawn helplessly, the tired member began to move. What I saw in the bath, now, in the darkness of the hut, fancifully transformed into the strongest catalyst that started boiling in the scrotum. The member began to swell, urging him to respect his requests. Pulling on my underwear, somehow covering up a boozing cock, I crept over to them. Vika fell asleep on Masha's chest, and she lay and stroked her head, looking at the ceiling. When she saw me, she shook her head, showed me my eyes so that I would go back. I fell asleep alone, even a little jealous of Vika, who had pulled a woman away from me. But maybe it was in vain? In the morning, in the gray twilight, under my side, on the one and the other side, they both pressed, wrapped their arms around and fell asleep, leaving me, as I was - stunned from sleep, with a triumphantly protruding member. But I liked it. And the restless member was not a reproach to me. So who has two beauties near by, one and the other, sleeping? Harem of two women, but half. One of them is a woman, which I, and the other, which is mine. So understand in such a vinaigrette who is with whom and how? Already sitting in the boat, I took one last look at them, standing under one raincoat, and my heart faltered. They followed me with the looks of hungry women, yearning for affection. What will happen in two months when I come for Masha? Will I get a kick in the ass? But on the other hand, even if I receive it, did the world really agree on this woman, albeit sweet before losing her pulse, to a teenager girl who prefers lesbian love to male attention? Not! Just a chain of events will stretch even further.

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A sludge went along the river — a mixture of ice floes that had not seized into large pieces, rolled by snow caps. We were engaged in establishing order on the island, completely cut off from the mainland, looming opposite the banks. I learned everything from how to properly sharpen the blade of an ax to putting a pot under the cakes. It drew me away from the outside world, where events flew like swallows - quickly, barely perceptible, and most importantly, hell, you will understand why they are flying there !? The partner went to all my conditions, and now my part in the business has increased, and with it the headache has increased.Something in the market was going to hell! At some point I could not stand it, grabbed the boat.

In fact, the situation was even worse than talking to me on the phone. I just felt like the tower I built falls. And maybe it's for the better? But then what to do? It was at that moment that I met Tatyana again. I walked around the store, all in my thoughts, extremely unpleasant, heavy, and she was to meet with the cart. Smiling, kind of sunny. When she saw me, she even jumped on the spot or it seemed to me. But the joy was not fake. Pulling the cart aside, she threw it at me ...