Somewhere, after all, there is something higher. She heard my thoughts and came - with her two cats, a huge mountain of things, a samovar. I pulled Masha off an improvised snowmobile, Spiridon was still Lefty from the Upper, whirled, moving with the world around her. She laughed, held her hat on her head and demanded to put it on the ground. And then they went kissing with Vovic, Irina, Victoria, a new girl. And all this is so sincerely happy, clean, then a worm was brought inside - why did I have more than once with Victoria? Well, once, did not suffer, and the second, the third - already the system. It is necessary to think!

She washed the floors. Standing barefoot on the floor, she rubbed the floor with a rag, leaning over, which made her ass stinging sweetly in a robe, only tied with a corbel. When the slope was even steeper, the shaved pussy popped out with a sweet heart, hitting the eyes. This was the first thing I saw, pushing the door to the room. Vika oyknula, sat down, turned to the door. Seeing that I was frozen on the threshold, I smiled happily, jumped up, not caring much that her breasts were sticking out in the opening of the cuffs, which had dispersed to the sides.

- Come? - She wiped her hands on a towel at the washstand, hugged me, warming her body heat. This heat, slipping through my lips, hit the icy wall that I had built as I approached the doors of their hut. Elizabeth and Vovich with Irina went to the Bitch for something like that, which I forgot when I saw this picture before my eyes. - Did you miss me or ...?

- What do you think? - A member of the swelling as a horse manufacturer, and his hands pressed breasts, enjoying their warmth and elasticity. - As you wish.

- Hold on then. - She smiled, pulled the trouser belt. And I do not mind.

- Right here? - Devil, quickly coped with the belt!

- Are there any contraindications? - she asked slyly, taking a member from the captivity of cowards.

- Not. And very much not. - The shirt, shirt, sweater flew off the body themselves. I did not touch the robe, enjoying the travels of my hands through her body under it.

- Yes?

It was a reasonable single dialogue in the next half hour. Pinned to the wall, she moaned, clinging to my hair. And I, holding her on a small chest of drawers, perched at the entrance, tore off, entering it with a swing. Because she asked. "With a sweep, with force, so that inside it got cold!". She said so. Head poking into the narrow gate at first braked, but then she stretched her legs to the side and the member was diving without delay. A slightly sweaty body slid a little in her hands, the smell of her body mixed with the smell of my body, her hair was tangled, covering her face. She, sobbing at each penetration, demanded more and more, pushed my heels in the back. Feeling the moment when I will fulfill my duty of a man and throw millions and millions of myself into it, I pressed her seething body with passion to the wall, feeling my chest gently biting, burning out her ornate pattern of passion. We finished at the same time. Feeling the pulsation of her penis, she stretched out, shook, rushed, screaming forward. Through the veil of orgasm, I distinguished only one word, bursting out of it - “give”. Having subsided, we did not change the position for a few more minutes. I, because I enjoyed this sensation of obedience to the female body, the emptiness inside me, but she did not let me go, obviously afraid to fall from the chest on which was held only by one half of the ass.

Do not hesitate me, she undermined, causing me some numbness inside. Is she specifically so frankly to push away, or just teasing like that? But I probably will never get an answer to this, since she, as if nothing had happened, rushed to set the table. Sitting on a stool, relaxed, I watched her running around with plates and thought that after all we were so different! Man and woman, I mean. A man needs to rest after sex, a woman can rest, and maybe jump, like now, for example.

The second time I attacked her in the barn. Yes, it attacked. In the morning I was ready, but all the time everyone was in sight. Having seized the moment when she dived into the barn for hay - hay was needed in the barn of goats, I dived next. Having grabbed an armful of not resisting, but very responsive to my playful hands, Vika, I dragged her to a low railing, serving as a spreader between the pillars, sat on them. Saying nothing, she jumped off, turned her back, pulled off her trousers, some frivolous panties, widely, as far as the panties lowered to her knees allowed, spread her legs, bent down. To my surprise, she was already wet, which is why the head, slipping on wet lips, entered inside without too much difficulty. Her cave of pleasures was already accustomed to me and accepted now without any special settings. After about five minutes of intensively putting herself on the penis, she, holding back her moans, fell to her knees, while I was hanging over her with the protruding penis. Without refueling, she grabbed a member, rolled up the head, licked like melting ice cream on a stick. And then pulled it all over his mouth. After a minute of her hard work, I finished. Vika swallowed my sperm, stroked the scrotum, ass, smacked, processing the head with the tongue, leading me really to one thing - a sequel. But there was no continuation. She wiped a little white drop from the corner of her mouth, tucked her shirt into the trousers, winked.

- How did you know that I want you?

- I wanted you in the morning. - How nice to have a few women! - Here, I saw, dived behind you.

- caught my desire. - She wrapped her arms around the hay. - How it smells!

- I just had a dream today. We are there three of us. Even the four of us made love.

- And who is the fourth? - Well, yes, except for Masha, Vicky and me, who is the fourth?

- Elizabeth.

- Liza? - She froze, turned to me. - Are you serious? Are we two missing?

- Not. - What does she have to tell the whole dream? - Are you there, together, we are with Masha. Exchange partners.

- A. - Vika once said vaguely. - Did she tell you what?

- So are you with her?

- Yes. - Vika looked away. - The day before yesterday by morning. I wake up, she moans, masturbates, but can not finish. I'm to her. Lisa is a shy girl, I had to talk a little, calm down, and then. - She sighed. - With her temperament, she cannot be without a man. Head blows. And with a man to her yet. - Behind the door heard footsteps. - She does not want. Fears. And with me she decided. It seems to be safe.

- And here you are! - Irina dived through the door. - What are you here?

- So, talked. - I caught a bundle of hay. - I can’t persuade them to write to their parents. So that they do not worry. - I really, this week spoke with them about it, I suggest to send letters with the post-luggage passing by. Since they could be wanted, and then prove, do not prove that they are sitting here voluntarily - no one will believe or believe, but with a stretch.

- You need to write. - Irina supported me. - Really needed. Write, girls, write. They are crazy there, so much time!

- We will write. - Vika nodded her head. “I'll talk to Liza again tonight.” She is the hardest. To me, - here she made an incomprehensible nod with her head, - for all of this with the device, but ... I must understand. Then, if anything, they ask you.

The third time we did it the same night. She slipped to me, threw down a down coat, dived under the covers, chilling her legs. Not even wearing a shirt.“It stirs you more strongly,” she confessed, wrapping her arms and legs around me, “After this, your warmth is so sexy!” I was tapped on my lips, giggling when I managed to grab one or another sweet button at the ends of the bells. My hands were busy with more interesting things. They dived along the back, rounded both halves of the ass between them and touching the swelling lips. After about five minutes, she, smiling, straddled me, squeezed between my legs, burning the skin ...