With this question began my amazing adventure.

I had a dumping today after the shift, but I never spent that day sleeping — 4 hours were enough for me. So today I got up at 9, brewed some tea, woke up a little and stomped into the bathroom. Doorbell. “Whom did it bring so early?” I thought, putting on my robe. I open it. Two young men of intelligent appearance ask me a question: “Do you believe in God?” I think what they need from me. It got it. I ask the counter: "Do you think this is the question with which I wake up?" While they were looking for a decent answer - slammed the door.

Well, all the mood shot down. Of course, washing your mood will improve, but I think that it is better, when there is an opportunity, to wash in a good mood - the charge of cheerfulness is greater, it is checked. He sat still in the kitchen. Admired the sun out the window. Got better. Again went to the bathroom. He opened the water, threw off his robe and just started adjusting the temperature - the bell rang again. I had to go.

You ask: “What are you running around? I would have spat it! ”I would have done that, but I had arranged the delivery of a new computer toy to my house the day before and was going to devote the whole weekend to the game. And the courier service offered to start with me (it’s more convenient for them, but it’s even better for me) and if not in the morning, then only in the evening.

I open it again. Two girls: strict clothes, long skirts, in the hands of brochures: "Do you believe in God?"

- @ # $% ^ !!! Do you have something today ?! Saturday work? Yours have already arrived. Give at least wake up!

Slammed the door. No, just put the video intercom - tired !!!

Finally able to get under the shower. They found that I did not get up alone, but my "friend" too. While I was washing, I slightly patted him, but I was not a supporter of self-gratification, and something was not planned for the women. “I want a woman,” I thought, wiping myself, and immediately the doorbell rang. "Really? ..." I put on my bathrobe. I open it.

Before the door is a girl. My chest, round face, Monroe hairstyle - dyed white curls, eyes, clerks, (although it may be due to glasses?), A strict trouser black suit - a vest, a white blouse and tight-fitting trousers with heels. And this one too:

- Do you believe in God? - and the voice trembles, the beginning sectarian or something? But why one, they always seem to be in pairs?

What I cracked in the head I don’t know - I am spreading the floor of the dressing gown with the words:

- Suck right now - believe!

It stands on my eyes, claps, and my eyes have already stuck to the "au pair".

- What is weak? And for me it would be the highest manifestation - see how I suffer?

I don’t know what worked there in her painted head, but she knelt down, not forgetting to put brochures (that's what cleanliness means!), Rounded her mouth and sucked my half-stressed “friend.” And it is right on the staircase! Now I froze in stunned. And she, leaning her hands on me, was already intensively moving her head. I stood for a minute and admired the picture, then I came to my senses, stepped back a step to cover the door. She reached for me, not letting the penis out of her mouth and almost crawled on her knees. From this look at me the member was inflated even more, the girl started admiringly. Apparently distracted, because he stumbled over the threshold and practically throat on my cock. I could not stand it any longer and began to discharge directly into her throat. She diligently made swallowing movements so as not to drip the costume, but there was so much sperm that she choked and the sperm went outside through the nose and the corners of the mouth. A delightful sight! Finally, she coped with the flow, moved away, gathered her finger in her mouth, licked her lips and, looking up at me, repeated the question:

- Do you believe in God?

I completely forgot that she is from “these”!

- Why are you alone? - I ask not to answer.

- A friend got sick, but you have to get around. Maybe you agree with me to be like, and then one is scary.

As I did not blush, I do not know.

- Yeah, - I say - you get the same anxious - do not get off with a blowjob.

I looked and smiled.

- Wait, now at least wear shorts - do not walk with you the same way.

- And what it would be funny - smiles.

I rushed into the bedroom, took off my bathrobe on the way, jumped into shorts, good of summer, T-shirt, and came back, she didn’t even look around properly.

- Come on, I'm ready. Only I will not go with you to the apartments - I will stand on the site, not far, but within sight. I live here.

- Well, at least so ...

He turns to the door and tries to open it, and the door is steel-heavy. All strained - ass, I thought, the pants will tear.

“Let me help, and press her to the door with me.” - What is your name?

- Katya. - She squeaked, breathed.

More than once I noticed lustful looks, but when people saw me, I usually closed the doors.

- You scare me more people than you help.

- And you want to repeat - let me arrange for you. And we are already on "you"? - pressing her in the elevator and stroking her ass I provoked. Katya, breathing heavily, also started her hands on my T-shirt, and then climbed under the shorts. The lift stopped. I almost carried her out onto the transitional balcony, I ran my hand under my blouse and started scrubbing the bra clasp.

- Wait - you tear. - She breathed. She removed my hands and started to unbutton my waistcoat, blouse and finally the bra, which I had already pulled up in the process of exposing and was kissing my nipples. It’s good that the floor is high - people seldom lift their heads, and even that is low, besides, from my caresses, she started to squat and put her hand into her pants. I threw my “hero” out of the shorts and Katya immediately seized him with his second hand. I tried to unbutton her pants. She had to interrupt her occupation in order to again remove my hands.

- Give me. - And pulled off his pants with panties. She stopped, twisting her head in confusion. I finally realized what she wanted, pulled off my T-shirt and threw it on the concrete floor: “Put it here.” She gratefully, smiling embarrassed, leaned over to fold the pants on a T-shirt. Oh, in vain she did it! (or maybe on purpose?) In general, I ran my hand over her thighs and checked that my girl, too, “in a fighting state” had planted her from behind. She squeaked, I snarled softly and felt the contractions of her insides. Uh, no! Now you will not get off quickly! I raised it slightly and turned it in the direction of the street and continued. All the time she strove to crawl over the fence, but I did not give her, carefully caressing her girl's breasts. I do not know about her, but her upper part of the suit and the unbuttoned bra were very disturbing, so I turned her around, lifted it up and, literally, put it on the rearing member, at the same time tearing off her waistcoat blouse and bra, she again began to beat off my hands and took it all off myself while I held it in my belt. Throwing everything in a heap, she continued to rotate on my penis.

- In you can?

- Today, yes.

Oooooh !!! - I began to pull down, Katenka twitched, so I missed her, but it seemed she wanted to, because she squatted down, took a splashing cock in her mouth and began to swallow greedily, fiercely twisting her finger between her legs.

- Well, you are a giant - enough in me and swallow! - she was delighted when she was able to swallow everything. - Do you always like that?

“No, of course, it’s just that women haven’t been there for a long time, but it wouldn't have been possible without you!

She squatted down, picked up my fallen shorts and, lifting them, kissed the “boyfriend” right in the head and immediately pulled on the shorts.

“So how am I going to walk now?” Everything follows from me! And with nothing. - She began to be outraged, collecting sperm from her hips and licking her fingers. “Do I have so much? No, she probably also tried. "

- Any idea ... would you agree? - I slyly looked at her, taking her openwork panties in her hands.

She responded with the same look:

- And agree!

- Well! Do not be afraid, I neatly. - I twisted the panties in a tight harness, leaving the tip with the label "PB" s "outside, it turned out much smaller than the diameter ...