- Tss, - Svetka put a finger to her lips, and I nodded shortly, - only quietly.
We tiptoed into the corridor of the hostel of the felting factory.
- Oh, - suddenly Sveta started shivering, - damn, I forgot to tell you, Mashka returned from her parents yesterday.
Well, the trees are green. In vain did I drink this fool with wine all evening for my money. She promised that the neighbors would not be in the room.
“Svetka,” I frankly said, “if you don’t give me now, you will not see it anymore.”
- Yes? - thought rollerman. - Well, let's go to the toilet. Only quiet and fast. Suddenly, someone will go.
I closed the flimsy wooden door behind me, and without further ado I bent it with cancer. Svetka grunted, leaned her hands on the seat and pulled out her delicious ass.
- Dima, but not in me, - warned immediately.
Clear pepper. Eh, fast so fast. We can be different.

- Oh, - she squeaked when I planted at the very root, - Dimka - you are so cool.
Well, so ... Svetka whined, squealed, sighed and smacked while I was working on her from behind. Said quickly, it means in a military way. He pulled out on time and sprinkled on tanned girlish thighs.
Sveta wiped toilet paper and kissed her lips.
- You do not go after me, if someone sees. I whistle to you if nobody is in the corridor.
Yeah, come on. At parting she slapped her ass, she giggled and jumped out. *Sex story

I started to fall asleep somewhere in half an hour, without waiting for the promised whistle, and comfortably settled on the toilet. The stall door opened with a fascinating squeaky sound. No one thought to close it. I opened one eye and rested my gaze on a tall, half-naked brunette.
“Interesting ...” another handkerchief stretched out, “Svetkin would be different.” She always keeps her males in the dorm. It is time for the commandant to pass.

To be surrendered to this perhydrol mymra did not smile at all. He will report to work, the Komsomol otporitsaet in black, the quarter will be covered with a fly. The decision matured instantly.
“Shut up,” I threw to the brunette and pulled at my shirt.
- What are you doing, dog? - She tried to hiss and vdarit small fist on the liver.
Ha, I did not attack him. I grabbed a shkvarnik from behind, cancer bent over the toilet.
- Yes, do not be afraid, - told her - I quickly.
The brunette was still a bit shabby and began to calm down:
“If only I’d let go of the frost for decency,” she whimpered.
- Tomorrow. Sure, I promised.
“Well, well,” this beauty did not believe, “you all just promise much.”
And she squeaked loudly: “Oh,” when I, having parted my thighs, smashed inwards with a sweep.
“And you're great,” she said after a couple of minutes.
I grunted meaningfully.
“Only not in me,” the girl began to worry again.
Do not worry, not the first time.

Brunette sighed, waved, slightly huddled under my palm. She went limp, exhaled and softly waved through her teeth. I pebbed it a couple more times, jumped out and expertly poured my slender legs. Habitually he gave her a piece of toilet paper, ritually kissed her goodbye.
“You don’t follow me,” the brunette said, causing me to feel “deja-vu,” “suddenly, who sees. I tell you ...
“Whistle,” he finished shyly for her.
She was a bit surprised, but she considered me just a shrewd dude. Once again she smacked and swam out of the booth.

Just in case, I laid a newspaper, Labor Week N-ska, lying on the seat cover. To be softer. Suddenly have to sit for a long time.
And I saw, probably, the third dream, when the stall door opened with a familiar squeak. On the threshold stood the perhydrol commandant and burned me with a fierce look.

- Ta-aa-ak, - the lady threaten threatening for forty years, having rested her well-groomed handles on magnificent sides, - Mashkin is no other way. She always carries her males here. Do you have any documents? We will, a citizen, an administrative protocol to make.
I mentally howled. Goodbye quarter, hello friendly Komsomol court. The lady crossed the threshold of the booth and headed towards me with a clear desire to deprive me of a well-deserved future.The decision, as usual, matured immediately. I grabbed her standard shkvarnik and bent cancer. I pulled up a colorful nightie and lowered white panties to my knees.
- Eh, - the lady was outraged, - what are you doing, Kobeluk?

- Yes, you do not twitch - I slapped her on the head - I quickly. I'm already a scientist.
Ha, cool. Two white ass halves coyly looked at me. I massaged them with my palms, parted them slightly, ran my fingers over the cunt. Slightly poked in the hot inside. The lady groaned through her teeth:
- Come on, faster, male. Suddenly, who enters, and I am in this form. Cancer bent over the toilet. I'm still the commandant.
Well, faster, faster. In the loosened gap entered without much difficulty, holding his hands lush mature hips. The commandant's mother, like the last shoemaker, periodically screaming:
“And you're awesome,” she told me this amazing news.
“Imagine, I know,” I replied, without stopping.
- You, come on, do not extinguish, cum in me. I can.
Oh, here it is joy. She still beat her belly with white buttocks, and I planted it on myself until it stops, pouring inside.
Without even leaving the commandant, he tore off a piece of toilet paper and put it in her hands. Automatically noted that in which case, the roll until the morning may not be enough. Dyed blonde wiped, straightened, leaned over and kissed a hot kiss in the lips toward the lips.
- You do not follow me, I tell you ...
- Better grunt, - I sincerely asked, - suddenly you are lucky.
The lady was a little surprised, but she considered me just a weird dude. She cleared her throat, grunted for the sample and swam out of the booth.

I rubbed the seat, sat down and put my head to the pipe. “Eh, frost, moro-o-oz,” it occurred to me, “do not freeze me-I-I. My horse-I-I-I, white-maned. "
The stall door shook dangerously, forcing me to tear myself away from dark thoughts. On the threshold stood a woman cleaning lady Manya in a washed-out blue robe.
- Well, sho, okhalnik, - she winked at me, - will you take it yourself, or call the police?

The alarm clock rang when Baba Manya was already taking off her robe.
“Ugh, fuck,” I could hardly catch my breath, “I’d dream like that.”
He glanced at his watch, lay down, thought. FIG knows why I agreed to a business trip to this city of weaving, spinning and felting factories. No, no shit, I won't take Svetka to drink wine today. Let another fool seek