She is certainly a cool chick, only this Tolia is reputed to be rabid. They say people are wetting with all the dope. To lecher was a pleasure. Now answer! It was certainly cool. For a long time I didn’t tear up a young butcher, but then I jumped on my own ... Well, it was great! And so, fuck ... Okay, let's see what happens. Huh

When she first came in the morning, everything was fresh and ready for anything, I was even taken aback. She literally fucked me for the first time. The smell of her body was drunk. The next day I was with her. She lay spread her legs and asked to kiss her pussy. I just played the language quickly got on her and planted. Oh, and moaning bitch. I know she was carrying soft nonsense to her, reveling in her own high. He planted it in all holes. Eh, cool fuck. What now. This guy in this state can kill. May not go? Well, he tries ...! On the other hand, there is no place to go anyway. Okay, maybe we drink alcohol and everything will be fine. What will be will be. The main thing is to calm down and see. Blah, but still do not go hunting! So what did he say? Horse meat and vodka. I returned to the apartment. She sat and caught my eyes with her gaze. And, I ... I, slowly, began to uncover a gun. Clicking the forearm went out into the corridor and returned to the room with a cartridge belt. In the temples banged. Nastya with wide eyes and silently watched my preparations.

I took out two cartridges and concentratedly, standing directly opposite her, drove charges into the chambers. Dry clicked lock weapons. Standing in front of the couch, she was staring at me intently with both hands resting on the sofa.
- Well, that thing. That's it. You bitch. Do you think he fucked you? He, the creature, fucked our whole family! Do you understand what you did? I gradually shifted to scream. Plant Shaking a gun in front of her, with a distorted face, standing on shards of door glass. Blood was dripping from his hands, dirtying his weapon, his trousers, the floor. I talked a lot more, like hammering in nails, trying to insult her with more mental wounds. She sat with her head in her hands and looked at the floor.
- I will kill you, tvaryuka, for all this, creature !!! Damn!
I shot the trunks in the back of the sofa. The upholstery burst, raising a cloud of dust and thread. For me it was amazing. I inserted idle into the trunks. It can be seen that the strength of the powder charge was sufficient to break the dense fabric at a short distance. With her eyes wide open and her mouth stopped, it was as if the shot went to her. Without taking my eyes off her, I opened the shotgun and the smoking case and another cartridge dropped to the floor. Slowly I reloaded. The blessing of idle business I had a lot, equipped for the familiar rural guard. In the last hunt, he asked for the local Basot who had moved to his vegetable storehouse. Of course, these nuances for Nastya were not known. The doorbell rang.

- Go open. Although not. Sit down. I myself. He stood on the threshold. In the hands were bottles. - Why are you a bitch come, do not fuck?
I deliberately loudly asked a question and nodded inviting to come.
- I am ... Well, let's talk to the civilian, discuss! I nodded to him showing continue.
- Let's explain, adults are the same .. His gaze did not leave his gun in my hands. The bastard is awake. Well, do not bzdi, because of such filth, I will not sit in jail. Much honor for both of you. I pushed him into the room.
- Well, okay, it means destiny to fill both of them. I stood with my back to Nastya, therefore, by blinking and nodding to Sasha, I made it clear the direction of the play being played. - Set the table and carry the dishes! He pushed Nastya into his shoulder.
- Vodyaru give here, for all time buhnu finally. With these words, I took the vodka from him. Nastya went into the kitchen. Sasha followed her. I heard him whisper to her quickly, saying something. She is shocking at him, she also whispered talking about what happened in his absence.
- You see ... We must listen ... Wait ... Drink ... Then we will see ... Reassure ... He is not in himself ... Just wait ... Do not be angry ...

Maybe kill ...The state of passion ... Scraps of phrases were heard. I quickly went to the bathroom, uncorking the bottle, poured the contents into the washstand by rinsing the mouth. He opened the tap and filled an empty bottle. While the water was going, I caught myself thinking that I was doing it already in that state in which the hunter was watching the duck flying up to the shot. In a state of controlled excitation. Quickly leaving the bathroom, I sat on a chair opposite the sofa. Entered carrying three glasses. He opened the bottle.

- Tolyan, I understand your condition, but we are adults. Let's look at the civilized. With these words, he poured the brandy into glasses equally, and he handed me empty.
- I'll be with throat.

Well, why did this fool come back? Is Tolik really drinking? Fool. God, is he swinging his gun like that? Just do not annoy him, do not annoy him and he will not shoot! Sasha is right. We must now do everything as Tolik says. Maybe he really gets drunk and falls asleep because of his habit. What a fool I am! After all, only good, I tvaryuka! Everything, it is necessary to do as he wants now. Tolikek will obey. Tolya, Tolya, Tolichka! I'll drink, okay. It will calm him down. Pull time. God, what have I done? He himself is not his own. Lord, the main thing is not to annoy him now! Fearfully! Leaning back in my chair, I saw Nastya’s dismay. Her gaze was directed towards the void in front of her. It seemed that everything that happened did not concern her, the state of stupor is also a kind of defense of the psyche.

- What are we going to drink for, disclosing a whore or for the demise of a family idyll? I picked up the bottle looking into my wife's eyes. She looked at me. In the eyes of the pool.
- Got it, then for the demise of the family. Three savory sips from the bottle. Damn, how I wanted to drink. They looked at me holding glasses. Both knew that I had never drunk strong alcoholic beverages.
- I did not understand, you are not satisfied with a toast or my company? Quick bitches, drink to the bottom! The trunks deployed in their direction, tone, and my attitude in the situation forced them to remember why they were holding glasses. Sasha knocked his over with one movement. This retired KGB driver has recently begun to drink up. With bags under his eyes and greasy lips, he looked like an alcoholic who had a reason to drink. Nastya drank with effort. Stole put the glass on the stool.

- You even take a lemon in the fridge, but it is disgusting to look at your drink. She looked at me with glassy eyes and silently went into the kitchen.
- Hey, macho. Do you think horse meat? You hold your glass in your hand and close your fingers. Pour yourself a little bit. You can't see through your fingers, but splash her back to normal. He showed with his hand that he understood. Nastya came in with a plate of sliced ​​sausage and lemon on a saucer. Strange. Nastya said that he does not drink. And he won like a bottle of water. Maybe you will be drunk and cut out? Bluffing go and about her punishment. He just wants to enjoy himself. Well drink, falcon, drink. I am the main thing to make this fool drink. Indeed, because of her stubbornness, he and a drunk can shoot off his head. No, I'm in trouble!

- Pour it! I took a sip from the neck a little. She looked at me questioningly and with surprise. He, as I said, squeezed his glass in his hand and splashed a little into it. Nastya poured again a little less than half a glass.
- For the perfect outcome of the disastrous situation! I took two savory sips. Sasha drank his drink again in one fell swoop and it was impossible to understand what portion. Nastya saw crookedly. Dropping a glass quickly reached for a lemon.
- How is it, guys you threw me. I love the horse, still believed in friendship, love, wife, friend ... not neighbor. You bitches, in one moment everything broke. Not ... not you ... you are a bitch. Well, he, kobelina, and you? What did he get you? Gave money? I doubt this Rockefeller from Vasyukovka. Fucking good? I admit, but for this we must first admit to pussy! Then you can compare ... So that you fucking by nature okkazyvyvatsya. I began to speak, as if vodka had started acting on me.
- And if so, can we interrupt this bitch life? He put the bottle on the floor and threw a gun in his hands, pointing it in their direction.- Tolyan, wait! Well, let's drink and talk. Tolyan, come on! Sasha’s hands trembled. He was really afraid that I was drinking vodka, which means that I could not be looking

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