I licked Sherve's legs and clit, drank my portion of urine and its juices and sat quietly until evening. This went on for several days. In the meantime, her home was getting worse. Her husband, no longer dissatisfied, decided to file for divorce.

On Thursday, Olga approached me and asked if she could help me.

- With what? - I asked her.

- You, some kind of overwhelmed the last couple of days - she replied. - So I thought, maybe I can help you with something?

“Well, if you can take me a few hundred thousand, then yes.”

- Just. Well now, just bring a wallet. - With a smile she cooed. - And, in general, I could take 20 thousand, or 25, if you really ask.

- I will ask. - A trifle, but it will not be superfluous. Olga said she would bring them tomorrow and left.

All day I sat and indulged in melancholy. Let's say the money will be, let's say even more than the Bitch will be ready to pay for the pleasure of putting me behind bars, but how can I even rotate the whole operation. If you wait until the Bitch makes the first move, then after the case is resumed, it may simply not be stopped. And if you go first, then where to start? Thoughts oppressed me one after another, and for their progress in my head I did not notice how I was left almost alone in the office again. I packed up and went home. Passing by the parking lot, I saw Olga. I looked at how she was looking for the keys to her car in her bag and thought: “God, I would stay with her then, and as if everything was fine now.”

I looked at her and saw not her, but myself: I did not drink urine in the morning at Sterva, who was not afraid for his life and destiny, who did not hang his head over the abyss. For all these bright fantasies, I myself did not notice how I came up and hugged her, how I merged with her in a kiss, merged in a kiss with my lips, which, perhaps, were doomed to drink urine in the morning and lick dirty fingers.

In the arms and kisses, from which there was not enough air and dizzy, the road passed from the car to her house. Having undressed on the way to the bed, we already naked fell on her, and I immediately entered her. Olya squeezed me with her legs and, scratching her back with her nails, whispered between kisses about how good she was. I confidently moved in her, so amazing, but already familiar, so magically pulsating around my dick, and could not believe that I had problems with erection. I grabbed her small ass and pressed to me during the rendezvous, entering into it as deep as possible. I tried, as if to hide in it, to hide from all the problems and worries of the last days.

She was so dear, so understanding me. Itself is not without cockroaches, but do I complain? Cuddle her to me was amazing. I was even turned on by the fact that after so many men in her life, who appeared only once, and never returned, she is now with me again, whispering to me how good she is and she moans with pleasure, biting her lips.

Removing my head, I began to look at the game of passion on her face. I swam in her eyes: bullying, clean and sparkling with pleasure. Orgasm came slowly, as enlightenment. And I did not need to control anyone, humiliate or destroy anyone, in order to reach it, its light filled me gradually and, pouring into our intertwined bodies, with terrible clarity showed all the evil that I saw the possibility of redemption.

At the moment of the highest peak, I kissed Olya and pressed me to her: my talisman and such a late miracle that appeared in my life.

Many more minutes elapsed, then hours, but we still lay in an embrace, caressing the bodies of each other, and whispering tenderness into the ear. Several times my dick got up, but I didn’t want to spoil the moment of our intimacy with simple sex, I just wanted to lie and hug her, feel the beat of her heart at hand and the silk of short hair,feel the flexible hardness of her whole body and dissolve again and again in her magical blue eyes.

In our arms, we did not notice how dawn came. (Porn stories) Within half an hour, you had to get up and go to work, where the damned Bitch would sit on top of me again and make me drink her urine. I was scared and sick. I pulled Olga closer and whispered:

- Save me

- From whom? “With concern for me, she asked.”

Really from whom? From the bitch, from the police, from the court, the prison, maybe from God?

- From myself.

Olga smiled sadly and replied that it was impossible. Sadness for the spoiled life, despair from the inexorable future, anger for his own stupidity and the remnants of just experienced happiness intertwined into a single lump in his chest. Finding no place for themselves in my pitiful soul, not used to such numerous and deep feelings, they found a way out in tears. I sank down and buried myself in her stomach, filling him with my tears and trying to hide. Olga only stroked my hair and soothed me. I did not even notice how the long-awaited dream came to me, bringing peace and respite to my miserable, all damned and forgotten soul.

I lay and saw myself and Olga next to me. Like the fetters that entangled me, they gradually subside and disappear. As we together, merging in the dance of love, we happily and carelessly walk the road of life, and gradually our small copies appear alongside us, increasing our already immense happiness. Peace and carelessness filled my soul, the light from Olinogo warmth warmed and soothed.

All morning we got a call from work, mostly me and mostly Bitch, but tired of a sleepless night filled with disembodied love we lay and did not even hear it.