“What does the chicken think about running away from the rooster?”

Am I running too fast?

What does the rooster think about chasing a hen?

Do not catch up so warm! "

Joke.

Saturday morning. The clock could not watch. Time is six. I always wake up at six. For me, these regular transfers of hours were back and forth. Each time, the restructuring of the body to a new time was difficult. A look at the sleeping husband. Here he was all "on the drum"! He could sleep until noon and he spat on all these translations of time. The sight of the relaxed male body of such a helpless person in a dream aroused desire. But...

This number is not a ride. Once I tried sex in the morning, with my husband still sleeping, and then I received a joking rebuke: “In the morning I have to be careful about fucking so as not to wake me up. Give sleep for the entire working week! ”. It's not him, but I, it turns out, should fuck him in the morning, and still not wake him up ... So let him suffer then! We have no problems with sex. There is time, and especially desire and ... But now for some reason I want him more than young. The very peak ... A couple of months left before forty and sexuality is rushing.

When I got up, I stretched to squeak in the joints. I dropped a short T-shirt, which I used instead of a shirt, and went into the shower. She did not wear panties at home, well, perhaps the guests will come or it will be cold. And to sleep in them - dismiss. On the way, I stopped near the mirror. It reflected me in full growth, and the width was about a meter. Carefully looked back. Nick slept. He did not like it when I spun in front of a mirror, and even naked.

The attentive gaze rested on the face and then neck.

- Not. Everything is in order here. No wrinkles ...

Then look at the body: height 170, long legs with plump hips, black triangle of short-haired pubic hair ... Suddenly she remembered how the girls at work knocked down to shave the pubis and the outer side of the labia! Oh, and the scandal was at home:

- Are you a whore? - Kolya was yelling, - shaved everything and you think beautifully? I need a woman, not a sexually complex schoolgirl. And the woman on the pubic hair should be. Not overgrown, but still! They excite me. And now one shame ...

- It's hygienic and more beautiful. Everything, everything is clear, - I tried to object.

- Here and go to your "hygienologist" ... - he squeezed out angry.

He was sulking for the time being not in the hair industry and still, then he constantly complained that he was sticking out there ... Memories made his heart beat faster, and his stomach began to crackle.

Looked below. Turned sideways.

- Yeah ... With sweet you have to be careful. Vaughn and tummy was outlined ... Maybe like fitness? - flashed the thought.

Checking the elasticity, ran her hand over the stomach.

- No, it seems normal! And at work the maidens say that she is slim for her age! What year is it? The peak.

Now the buttocks were examined. The hand felt the elasticity and tightness of the skin. She turned her back, looking awkwardly over her shoulder. Even slightly rounded without folds and all that. Wide pelvis - wide hips. The very thing to have children! She gave birth without problems. Where is he, son? He went to his institute and appears as a "red sun"! Played her hips and buttocks.

- Well, is it okay? Or not?

She slapped herself on the thigh and immediately blushed. A scarlet blush filled his face. A couple of days ago, Sergey Sergeevich, the chief at work, jokingly, or, maybe, seriously slapped her on the ass:

- Okay, you are Natalya Petrovna! And to touch and hold is for what ...

She didn’t even say a word back. I turned and walked away, lifting my head high, and such a “storm” broke out inside even if I could run to the toilet and calm myself. Well, what can you do? She is. A couple of gentle words of gentle strokes and she is ready for anything! Well at least in the face of this is not visible. Glances and eyes are extinguished by men, but if they run into something stubborn, then they disappear. Actually, she has a different style.She makes a man she likes so much as to care for herself, and if he justifies her expectations and hopes, then at the end there should be a reward. Although she always after such feels guilty. Guilty before all: husband - because he cheated on him; lover - that provoked him; and even in front of itself - again could not resist ... But you want! Now she was ready to do it three times a day, and then ... Probably, it will not be enough! Have not tried. And with my husband it's not that ... and not so much ...

Ashamed of course. But she is a woman. She wants: and affection; and kisses; like men causing passion; to be stroked there and even licked ... It is very pleasant ...

Now chest.

- Yes. Big size, fourth. But she herself is a non-miniature woman! So they do not look immensely large on the body. Elastic with large dark brown halos centimeter three in diameter. Nipples, large, and now also hardened by desire. With grape. When men get to them, for some reason they get lost. And it punches on hee-hee and I remember Carlson from the children's book: “Is this really all for me?”.

- It seems that they are so dumbfounded, and do not even know what to grab and where to caress in the first place! - she giggled, remembering this.

Natasha still did not dare to touch her breasts. Feeling your fingers even lead to even more excitement. Won from one only thought nipples directly petrified and defiantly and shamelessly dispersed. A chest tightened and became harder, dull gleaming in the rays of the rising sun.

- What am I still ...

Hands touched breasts, gently stroking the skin. Then she squeezed them so that her fingers ached. Unscrew the nipple.

- Oh! How languid ... she thought, running off into the bath.

Even now she did not want to admit to herself what she would do under the shower besides washing. Already, embarrassment shrouded her head, but the impulse of passion was stronger. Natasha knew that later with shame she would remember this voluptuous profligacy, but ...

Flying in the bath first closed on the latch. Not so hot, what protection, but still. Step into the shower stall and like Amstrong: “This is a small step for a man and a huge leap for ... Well, definitely not humanity! Maybe my sexual promiscuity? ”

Rinsed under a sonic stream of hot water took the gel and began to smear it on the body. That's just the problem: it is smeared somehow unevenly. First breast. They gently slip under the fingers, and their gentle touch ignites the fire far below between the legs. Nipples, like hard embers, “burn” and hurt. Touching them adds to the growing fire. Hands down on the tummy. Pat smearing gel. In response, he spasmed. Even lower ... And here are the tough hairs. The hand slowly goes through them, leaving behind a trace of foam and imaginary smoothness ...

Only one finger slid down, and it was shocked like a current!

- Stop lying to yourself! I want this - flashes in my head.

The whole palm went down. Beneath it, there are lips swollen with blood and desire. They have already turned out, opening out access to the very-very! The back goes back, and shoulders heavily lean on the wall of the booth. Legs spread apart. Knees parted ...

One arm tears tight slippery breasts, and the second vulva. Slightly press the clitoris and immediately down to the "cave". Pat caress every meeting crease ...

- Good! And it will be even better ...

That finger felt the "entrance to the cave" and slowly begins to dive into it. All trembling like an “aspen leaf,” frantically continuing to study, more precisely, enjoying petting. Back and forth, twist, stroke the slippery smoothness inside:

“The main thing is not to shout, ... not to shout,” hammers bang in the head. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh said as ... - Ах Ах Ах Ах Ах 的

The water falling from the shower washes away the gel and tension, and I sit like an inside-out bag catching dry lips, air and water drops. Long, too long ...