Booze promised to be grand. Despite the years that have passed, Defender of the Fatherland Day - the holiday of real men - for us, honestly served, still matters. In addition, this time, Alik persuaded to hold an event at his dacha, promising unforgettable impressions, and therefore stocked up with vodka and other alcohol thoroughly - so that later, not to run. Especially stomping into the nearest store for several kilometers is quite difficult. Already on the way, it occurred to me that there was no anticipation of any entertainment in a remote village littered with snow, except to sit down at a table and fade to unconsciousness, occasionally glancing at the television. In any case, Alik did not say anything about other cultural and entertainment events. However, the company selected a suitable, proven joint feast repeatedly: the owner and his wife, me and Sasha - also with their wives. True, Sashok in the army was not - health failed. According to him, it was still clear at school - a natural nerd, clever, but stunted. The girls didn’t look at him, but Sveta saw her potential in time and managed to jump in marriage with Sasha. And now she did not regret it at all. But Alik on the rights of the owner called his younger brother, who honestly gave the debt to his homeland. My brother, in spite of two and a half dozen past years, has not yet acquired the second half, so the total number of the collective was a sacred number seven.

Reflecting on all this, I taxied to Alikova cottage. He smoked on the porch, shouting at his brother, clearing snow in the yard. Witek gladly flipped the shovel, occasionally snarling for order. Of course - I thought - he, two-meter elk, is not a job. To him a scraper from the bulldozer can cling.

- Dim, is that the same cottage? - hit me with the thought of a spouse - We're not fit there!

The dacha was really small and unsightly - a simple wooden house that Alik got from his parents. True, he built on the second floor, having thus acquired two living rooms - one below and one above. Well, not counting the hallway and a pair of closets. But in the house there was a stove, also small, but real, which promised a little romance and the post of a fireman for someone.

- we will place. - I promised Olka, taxiing to the place cleaned up by Vitkom.

- Oh, Dimka arrived! - Alik shouted, as soon as I got out of the car - Well, finally! Everything is already here, just waiting for you!

Yeah, me ... how ... I know what are you waiting for. Snack you do not have enough. Sasha brought some alcohol, but I have all the products. Vitka threw a shovel and dragged packets of food from the trunk. Alik started to kindle a brazier, and I followed Olka into the house. Work was in full swing there — Sashka was jumping around the fuming oven, and his Svetka and Natasha Alikova fussed around the table. Olka rode upstairs to change into a festive one, and, on reflection, I returned to Alik. There though the air is fresh.

The event itself began about three hours later. All sat down at the table and amicably shaking their glasses congratulated the present defenders. Then again. And further. They went on the porch to smoke. And again congratulated. In general, all according to plan. A little tired of the long sitting at the table, the whole company fell out onto the street. Alik brought two handfuls of fireworks left over from the New Year holidays and immediately launched with loud cries. The women quickly froze and returned to the warm house to the TV, and we still stood under the snow from the gloomy sky, beautifully sparkling from the light falling from the window. And then suddenly the light in the window went out.

- Ali-and-ik! - Natasha's cry came from the open window immediately.

- I go, I go - he threw a cigarette.

There was a slight commotion in the house, sometimes reaching panic. Everything was aggravated by pitch darkness, until someone opened the stove door. Red reflections at least helped not to stumble over furniture.Alik and his brother, cursing, fumbled around the electrical panel, highlighting his phone.

- This is not ours. - issued the conclusion of Vitka. - Most likely in the transformer something, on the other end of the village.

- Can we get off? - suggested Alik.

- I'm coming for you! - Natasha resisted. - There is nothing to get drunk in electricity, kill more ... Tomorrow you go. There must be candles somewhere ...

The holiday continued by candlelight. Without a tv was boring. Music from the phones saved the situation only in part. Thus, it all came down to the commonplace "pour and drink." The result was not long in coming - I did not even remember how I disconnected.

I woke up in the middle of the night, seemingly on the couch, already in silence and darkness. Hop still in vain wandered in my head and was terribly thirsty. Behind, near the wall, someone snored. Ahead, too, was someone's body. I gently pulled my hand around me, trying to determine whose company I was. Judging by the size of the carcass behind it, it could only be Vitka. In front, I came across the edge of the skirt and the thigh tightened in pantyhose with a woman lying with my back to me. In fact, from the very beginning it was decided to the peasants to sleep on the first floor, and the women on the second, but apparently the concept has changed along the way. Olka, probably ... - I thought, touching the female body in different places to determine the type of the figure and the material of the clothes - a skirt like that was in her ... and the blouse is similar. And the constitution is approximately equivalent. Right, she is. She did not quit her husband, she remained nearby. The touch to the tight buttocks suddenly caused me to have a strong erection, although it would seem that the body, tired of alcohol, should have nothing to do with it. Maybe wake her up and fuck? - an idea arose, but the presence of Vitka behind my back stopped me. Or is it to fuck? For reflection, I stroked a woman's ass, gradually lifting up her skirt until I reached the top edge of the tights. Still, tights with low waist - a brilliant invention, it is not necessary to tighten them from the armpits.

It's a sign! - I decided and pulled the pantyhose down on the way and hooked panties. Despite the fact that I didn’t take special care, Olka did not wake up. Well, do not, I myself somehow. Pulling out his farm, pulled her ass more comfortably, moved his belly to the buttocks and trying once again not to squeak with the sofa pushed the member inside. The vagina cramped in this position demanded some effort from me, but, overcoming resistance, I stubbornly moved forward. Olka never woke up, although in general she sleeps very sensitively. Probably a bit too much drunk. After inserting it in half, I decided to stop at this. Moving a member inside her, I, trying to breathe more quietly, listened to Vitkina snoring behind his back. The sofa quietly creaked, the bodies in contact rustled, Olka showed no signs of awakening, and I rhythmically pushed the penis into it, each time making my way deeper and deeper into the vagina starting to flow. Toward the end, I planted on the very eggs, with characteristic squish sounds.

Finally, a member erupted from himself a few jets inside the female body. I, pleased with myself, carefully pulled the deflated friend, put them in my pants and proceeded to dress back, noting in passing that Vitka had stopped snoring and in general even his breath was not heard. Reassuring myself that he may not have woken up, but simply turned away from the wall, I pulled out my pants from my tights rolled up on my hips and pulled them up. And here I was visited by the first suspicions. Panties turned out to be thongs, and Olka categorically did not like them, and, it seems, did not even have them, preferring the usual classics. Immediately I remembered that the pubis seemed to me slightly overgrown, although in the morning I saw myself passing by the bathroom, as Olka shaved him. Chilly, I did what I had to do at the very beginning - I touched her hair. No doubts remained - Olka's hair was much longer than that of this lady. So, I just fucked someone else's wife. Slowly, without breathing, putting tights on the place I wondered - Natasha or Sveta? It turned out that Natasha was similar to my figure, and she was dressed the same way.Sveta had a dress, she was narrow and short, and here she was wearing a full skirt. It turns out that I am now instructing Alik's horns. Damn, and how did she get here?

However, the conscience of the ...

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