But the main thing was that she was my Tanya was on my side. I was sure that she would agree to be my mom as such. For many reasons. The main reason for this was: she was my real mom ...

I decided to refuse the money that Olga and Vlad had to pay me. Taking them, as it agreed to continue. And I wanted to complete this and quickly return to my hometown. I don’t remember exactly how much money I sent to my mom, but there were about ten times more on the card.

Going into your apartment. Decided to thoroughly collect things in advance. I took only what I needed for the trip, not quite sure how long I would stay there, but now I knew for a long time that maybe forever.

Evening came, I was standing near the door to the apartment of Oli and Vlad ...

Part 3

Olya, who opened the door, was in a rather impressive outfit. It consisted of an open robe under which was an extravagant black sexy lingerie. The dress glistened in the dim hallway hallway, but covertly hiding and covering what was quite clearly visible. The woman dragged the man into the apartment and slammed the door behind him, furiously stuck to his lips. The heat of her body, the wave of the smell of some spirits and outright lust enveloped me. Vlad stood at the end of the corridor. His fists involuntarily clenched, he seemed jealous, but I did not care. I enjoyed the kiss. My tongue played a symphony of passion in the mouth of a mistress. After all, it was she who kissed me, and not me. After all, it was in her hands that my head rested, and she stroked my hair with them.

Olya pulled away and led me into the bedroom. They were both silent. I was silent too. Words were redundant. Having seated me in an armchair not far from the bed of love, the woman made a gesture to the man to carry out his duties. His duties were simple. Quickly undressed and wearing a condom, he lay on his back. I clenched my teeth. Strong. It seems from the gums oozing blood. I was disgusted to look at it. The two men were fools jester. One was going to get his pleasure. Another, looking at it, to continue the begun. When we kissed the Queen in the hallway, my dick got into battle gear. Now he sprawled on his face at a loss from what he saw. It did not excite him. It did not excite me.

The wife, approaching her husband, began kissing his face, trying not to touch his lips. Wearing his neck in a necklace of kisses, she sank down. Licked and healed his chest, without disregarding the belly. Gently touched her lips to the slightly raised member. He started up, but was not ready yet. Olya started to suck on him, strongly twitching her head. The observer presented himself on the spot of the lucky one and immediately became excited. I have seen many women and I know that they make love in different ways. Each has its own style, sometimes depending on the position of her love list. Olga's style was not on top. It was immediately felt. I do not know why they chose this position, I was sure that this was their everyday, but it was wrong.

However, this did not prevent me from retrieving my baby in the twilight of the love room and occupying him with satisfaction. The lovers did not look at me, but it was in the air. Vlad was nervous. He was trapped in the presence of a stranger. Olga, on the contrary, was very excited about it. I clearly saw her butt. She flowed like the last bitch. Her eyes burned with fire. It seems the Queen played her part. She was impressed by the presence of the public. Let this audience consisted of just one person. Her exbionistic nature wanted this.I am sure she would love to make love in the park, on the river, anywhere; no matter who could watch her. For her, it was the main realization that someone else was watching her having sex. I presented myself not as an observer, but as her lover and having become terribly agitated, began to finish a bit moaning at the pleasure of masturbation that had seized me.

My eyes were half closed: so I did not have the opportunity to see my wife strung on the standing organ of her husband. The husband closed his eyes. She began to jump on him swaying from side to side. Her breasts danced incendiary salsa. Her head was thrown back, her eyes half closed, her hair lifted and fell to the beat of her movements. She was beautiful! But the husband did not see it. He did not even bother to caress her breasts when she tried to give him pleasure. And she tried to deliver it to him, not thinking about herself. It was visible to the naked eye. Without stopping love racing, Olya turned her head in my direction. The expression on her face seemed to say: “How am I to you? Like? Would you like to be in his place? ” I nodded my head: “Yes! Like! I would like to. But I would have behaved wrong! I wouldn’t be lying unconscious log, waiting for their fate ... ". She understood. She closed her eyes and continued her love dance. Tears drew their tracks, flowing out of her closed eyes. Olga sniffed and sobbed. But the husband thought it was from pleasure.

Some women are said to be like a log. Never heard of such men. But I saw with my own eyes a man in front of him, who behaved like a log. This log just lay with his eyes closed, waiting for an orgasm. He did not keep himself waiting. Came on time. Vlad moaned, his arms wrapped around his wife's waist and his lover tried to push her deeper. Wife quickly rebuilt her husband. Having stopped briskly jumping, she froze for a while, then moved more slowly. Having waited, when the man will limp down from his love instrument. Vlad got up, giving way to Olga on the bed and gazing at me to continue, walked out of the room.

- No, stop! - I said rudely, - you have to stay and see it.

- But why? - the man was surprised.

- Because she likes it! - I said firmly, - Do you really like it? - I asked Olga.

She did not answer, just nodded her head. Her eyes again flared with hellfire. I knew she wanted to be watched. She really wanted her husband to see her orgasm. She was sure that he would happen. Olga tried to lie on his back, but I did not give. Now the king of the erotic performance was me and my jesters had to obey me. I ordered Vlad to move the chair as close as possible to us, so that the theatrical performance was better visible, and Olga to sit on the very edge of the bed and move the legs apart.

Kneeling down, he put one woman's leg on his shoulder, the other began to lick her sweet fingers, as I did to my former mommy's friend, sometimes dipping them in her mouth in several pieces. Olya started to moan and flowed again. Behind her back there was no support against which she could lean. The woman was losing control of herself and was constantly trying to fall on her side.

Starting at the second leg, the King ordered the jester to sit next to his woman and serve as a support for her.

“Play with her breasts and nipples, I ordered.”

“No, dear, softer, softer,” his wife asked when he dressed her splendor, and began to twist her nipples as if they were nuts on a machine.

It was not difficult. Why he did not learn this before I did not know. When I began to kiss her ankles, my husband kissed her breasts rising higher.

“And now your neck,” I ordered, gently stroking her legs.

- And now kiss her on the lips! - I ordered the order tone.

“But I ... I can't ...” Vlad whispered.

- YOU CAN! - the Red-eyed Dragon has rigidly told, - or you kiss her now, or I leave!

Olga looked at me with dismay. She was sure that her husband would not do that. Tears came from her beautiful eyes again. But Vlad took her face in his hands and put his lips to hers.It was an innocent, baby kiss. Realizing that it looks funny, the man began to kiss the woman with all the fervor and passion for what ... Read more →