- What a clean morning. - She turned on her side, put her head on her cupped palms. - Clean, bright and pleasant morning.

- Dawn. - I answered through the slumber. - Beautiful morning. - My hand patted on the gentle soft sheets. - Come here.

- sleep? - She rolled to me, as the cat dived under the arm, was imported in the armpit area, settling down alongside me.

- M. - I grunted, smacked the top of my head with battered hair that appeared in front of my face. - You're like a cat.

- Of course. - She rubbed her cheek on my chest, calmed down, stirring the hair on my chest with breath. - And your chest hair has increased. When we are with you ...

- Yes. - Slap on her elastic ass. - I was skinny, without hair on my chest, spermotoxicosis brought me to faint. And from the end it dripped.

- Fool. - She sighed.

- sleep? M? - She chuckled in response, calmed down. Well, I'll sleep.

The warmth of her body, mixed with the warmth of my body, flowed through my body, tired of the night sex, relaxing my already relaxed muscles, leading the predons into such pleasant twilight. And the dawn grew, showing that autumn, but warm, Saturday comes on our calendar, and that today we go to Olga - my girlfriend Lidka, pregnant, almost at demolition, sitting in the apartment of a glorious Russian town, just a day on the train from U.S. And her husband, a boobie from boobies, for four months somewhere in the open spaces of our country has been fulfilling the will of the boss, who signed almost in a drunken stupor, this interesting contract. According to which a group of experts went and went, and no one stuttered about their return. At least that's what Olga said on the phone. Lidka, like a real girlfriend, was suddenly kindled by the very fire of justice, from which I often had problems. As, for example, this trip on Saturday with Sunday in her city and assisting a pregnant girlfriend with our visiting team. They talk, I also carry food, something there in the apartment, fix it and so on. Grandmothers with grandfathers, parents alone, parents others, can you tell me? Yes, they are. But everything, like mothers and fathers, the women and grandfathers of Carla, still work in other cities, and Olga’s friends, no such girlfriends, have ever been formed in this city. Which is understandable. Try for five months to have girlfriends or a girlfriend who can connect to not to "their" pregnancy. Yes, not everyone will be allowed. Olga she is. The first beauty from Lidkina class. Ashniki. And we with Yuri, thereby a dunce, Beshniki.

So, last night Lidka was ablaze with the fire of justice, and I was ablaze with passion. While she was running around the apartment, in one light robe on a naked body, putting t-shirts, underwear, something else in a suitcase, flashing with her charms, I had to restrain myself. But as soon as she dropped the robe to try on in front of the mirror some found bra, bought and forgotten in the depths of the closet, everything inside rebelled. Why the evening of collecting suitcases, and why the heck they are needed, if we eat for the whole day, turned into hot sex.From which, by morning, I didn’t want anything — neither the trip, nor the sight of pregnant Olga, nor the interesting surprise Lidka promised me. Although I know what a surprise - there, in the garage, was a motorcycle Ural. And Olga gave it to me. So Yurka told me in secret, having jingled two days before our expedition. But I was silent as a partisan, not showing a drop of awareness of the surprise itself. Why do girls spoil the holiday?

The body plunged into the arms of Morpheus, dissolving in pieces in this imperceptible sweet languor. Consciousness, as the most responsible captain, kept the defense, fixing the surrender of the brain in captivity to bliss. Another small step and ...

- We have to get up. - Lidka !? Do you ever sleep?

- Lana. Another bit. - I grunted, pulling her back under the blanket, holding her second number. - We have time.

- Tickets. - She grabbed the sleeping member. - Tickets. - And patted him. Devilish! He knows that I wake up right away, barely her hot palm clutches a member.

- What are the tickets? - No, you just can’t leave! She pressed to her chest, realized the futility of fighting with me. Throwing her right leg over me, she pressed her hot pussy to her stomach, began to rub it, not taking her eyes off my face. Well, wake up already!

- We have to go. - Oh, her lips! Sweeter than strawberries!

When you kiss for the first time, there is such a noise and confusion in your head that you don’t even remember your feelings. Then, further, as the frequency of kisses increases, you begin to memorize the sensations of touching the lips, breathing, or the tension or greed of the lips being kissed. Now, they, with sweetness, accessibility, playfulness, beckoned me, agitated, pulling Morphius from captivity.

- And if he rises? - I ran my hand along her back, barely perceptible by touching the finger, noting the route of movement along the silk fields of her skin - first from the shoulders, along the curved spine, to the hot gap between the elastic hills of the buttocks, then inside the gap itself, even hotter, brown three-kopeck anus to the volcano. To the very vent to bring the route was not given. The fingers were attacked by her fingers, and her lips bit into the earlobe, trying to chew her.

- Mkhy possat us poeht. - she snapped. In fact, the phrase sounded like "we will miss the train." - And the uprising does not solve this issue. - She whispered in her ear, releasing the lobe. “So, whether there is an uprising or not, we have to go.”

“That's what I love you for.” - I let her go, sat in bed. - Always insist on your.

- It was our joint decision. “I’ve been reading all sorts of books on family psychology!” In fact, this decision, or rather, an offer to visit a friend's wife, I made a week ago. And the decision was born at her right during their phone chatting about some purchased things for a child. I did not resist. It was interesting to look at Olga with such a huge belly! Moreover, with the mere thought that she was on such a long time, I was starting to wind up. Yurka patched up the child, and what am I worse? Its necessary to fix up! What I have been working for three months now, almost every day. But something is wrong. Probably not doing something.

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An amazing thing is these passenger transport by rail. Such a barn, with cases, in which you can not change clothes - in them are strangers - companions. You have to go to the toilet, where under the sound of the wheels on the joints, you change your clothes in invigorating coolness or suffocating heat and the corresponding atmosphere. I had to make an effort on myself, reduce the budget for a certain amount, but leave us and Lidka alone in the compartment. The conductor, the young woman, nodded knowingly, chuckled, and advised her not to make much noise. We had no time for sex. Falling on the shelves, we immediately disconnected. But soon, she moved over to my shelf, hanging me, one might say so, over the precipice, leaving only a thin strip on the very edge free. At the station, we, like young moose, flew out of the car, jumped into the bus and voila! Ten minutes later, we stood in front of the door of Olga's apartment. One suitcase, which was assembled from two, thanks to a tighter packing of things and abandoning a stack of T-shirts, shyly hid behind us, pushing forward a huge package with children's things and other things that women buy for a gift to women in labor. Yes, I wanted to give Olga a present. But to give it in advance? Unless, of course, I correctly remember what my mother and grandmother said about this.

The door swung open, releasing the heat of the apartment, some faint smell that made my head spin, and Olga, the owner of the abdomen herself. Honestly, Olga is a beauty. When Yuri zakadil her, I mocked him. But when he confidentially announced that Olga was with him of “that,” I almost howled with envy. True, the events that followed - the end of school, my army, his institute, my studies led us for a while. But after ... I saw Lidka in a cafe where Yurka, who beat her Olga from her husband, invited me to ...