“Once again, I’ll refuse to have sex with me in the morning — once-o-ozvereyu.” I heard this statement one way or another in the morning. But with amazingly tender kisses and hugs. But this morning I saw before me completely New Tatiana - she became some kind of stately. My thoughts were: “Wah-yo! Didn’t you overcome anything? Did you have enough yesterday? Till morning you got it?” - you know, the morning humor is always black.

It was no longer hunted by the fate of a small, gray evil beast. She is like a flower of a half-stuck now, from a vase, she picked up fresh water and found luxurious freshness, as well as resilience and smileiness.

While I cleaned my teeth in the morning and had breakfast, it dawned on me that she had gained some kind of luminous radiation-amazingness. Well, just a sexy toy ... Yes, hell, he knows ... Something unusual was felt ... What? But apparently drowned out the joy for Tatiana's own emptiness, frailty, worn out.

In the morning, more than ever, you need to look at things soberly and truthfully. And the opinion about what was happening was reduced to only one thing - I was dominated by sex. It seemed that a month ahead natrahalsya. A cold indifference in the matter of choosing a dress this morning for Tatyana blew from me. The main thing I wanted was to move as little as possible. Well, stupid - the eggs are swollen.

Wow! Tatiana suddenly startled me. She swam out of the bathroom in a charming sexy way. But there was no way to look at it. It was necessary to urgently leg-in-hand. While I was finishing my tea, suddenly the brain realized that the term in my pants was rising again.

Here I am! And how much will I stretch out here ?! Today I will fuck her, fuck and fuck, but that would be strictly lowered only once, otherwise I will die from exhaustion. That's what my brain began to insistently demand from me while my eyes were looking at Tanya-in-risky-sexy-attire.

I understood very well that her whole skirt rests on one single button. And it would be worth unbutton this button, and the whole skirt will unfold, as the whole candy unfolds. In addition, the cut on this skirt from the edge of the skirt and to this little button clearly said - well, there are no panties on it ...

But the blouse had only one strap. Which also had exactly the same large button just above the right boobs. And just enough to unbutton this button, as the whole blouse is blown away from, albeit not young, but very sexy Tanya.

More precisely: if the skirt is still on Tatiana's waist, then the blouse will just hang on the skirt, because the blouse is wrapped under the skirt well, just like the shirt-wrapped-in-pants. More precisely this way: the blouse overlaps wrapped and in the fastened condition, although it closes the left and right boobs, but closes the boobs only with the lap. And the same overlap and makes a "deep cut" between the boobs.

Of course, I tried both buttons. The fact that I lit up with Tanyushka at one intersection, then at another intersection in front of random drivers of other cars, didn’t cause anger in Tatyana. She just rejoiced at how I enjoy the very opportunity to play with the dressing-clothes, well, and her body.But one thing on the horizon of the sexhodrome is to plow up, then plow up the body of my lustful nymphomaniac with pieces of clothing, and another thing is to do it almost to the public; in the direction of the car in which she herself Tatiana drove.

In addition, I myself also had to hurry to plow open the skirt again on Tatiana, just like fastening the blouse on it again. That is, it turns out that it is I who enjoy the fact that I demonstrate the availability of my woman, completely unknowingly. This game undermined my brain. It seems that I myself become a pervert. But being a pervert was extremely nice.

After all, the very idea that Tatiana never washed the inscription on her body itself shocked me. She could do it on purpose. After a long time in the morning was in the bathroom. Hair soap shampoo. No longer shaggy, but shaved pubis also washed out. But the inscription on his stomach remained flaunting. And for whom is such effort?!?! Who is meant for her work today to enjoy such writing on her body?

Even if the blouse and skirt are buttoned on Tatyana, I still allowed myself to stick my hand between her legs. There she was all wet. Already approaching the entrance of my plant, it suddenly dawned on me - and who exactly will be at your work to unfasten these buttons from you today? At that moment I was not embarrassed that my thought, Tatiana responded aloud:

- Today it is immediately possible both Italians.

- And that chef today will not fuck you?

- I don’t know if we will get to work at all. Today I am instructed to meet with the Italians at the hotel and be with them all day. Last night they had to coordinate everything with their side and today I’ll translate their version of the contract in their hotel.

I just sighed heavily ... Well, on the most interesting place, when dozens of questions arose at once, I suddenly had a choice: to demand it as a husband, so that he would not even allow himself to be at work.

And the second block of thoughts was much more desirable - but I am delighted with the fact that by evening my friend has a lot to say. Although damn, for sure! I didn’t really ask what exactly she had all the previous days at work. Yeah! Oh! My brain was inflamed with a thirst for the evening to come quickly - I will, fucking, ask about her fucking day at work, and about the fuck of the previous days.

Damn, I, that right now and would not start asking questions ?! After all, we still stand and stand at the entrance of my plant, probably ten minutes or under-half an hour. More precisely, we sit and sit in the car. I like to feel a woman next to me. A nymphomaniac who looks at me with so loving eyes. Yeah! Breaking away from her and my all-consuming thirst to be together, there is not any forces. We can neither separate nor seem to be anything at all ...

At the same time, I know perfectly well that already in the next hour Tatyana will start to fuck several men at once. And apparently - as soon as these buttons are unzipped on her, she will be naked all the time, until she jerks the ebayr back to me to this same pass.

I tried to define it by my eyes - is she already in her dreams about the upcoming orgy-at-work? Or still with me and thoughts about me. While I was trying to cling to these contradictory thoughts, when, through a kiss, I heard Tatiana whisper to me: “Yes! Yes! And do not hesitate - I'm all yours and want to be with you all my life, well, at least until you run away from me. So that even when at work I will fuck with the clients of my boss, you still know, bunny, I always stay with you, my Ilka. Yes, and when you run away - I will still love you! ”

In both! Somehow so confused and messy. At the same time, I communicated with her at the level of thoughts, and she with me at the level of whispers and at the same time we did not stop kissing. Of course, I was very impressed by the very idea that women could read my thoughts. Although recalling that my Yerevan Yelena does it without any work at all, she only calmed herself with just one idea - apparently all women, one way or another, possess such abilities.

Already towards evening I was again embraced by sexual thoughts, now at the level of jealousy, then at the level of passion. Of course, I just wanted to be present at the scenes when other men fucked her yesterday with a shaggy-curly pubis, and then suddenly the pubis was not just shaved, but also with a meaningful tattoo and also from above the tattoo also inscriptions that unequivocally give rise to talk ...

Apparently, when Tatiana tells Italians what the translation to the tutu means and what the inscriptions on the tattoo mean, then surely it is no longer just a fuck, but a fuck-in black. Although judging by the luminosity of the peephole this morning, I and so-and-so understandably that Tatiana is the only-and-necessary ...

And this kind of thought excited ...