In the evening I went to Ole.

She met me with the gaze of an angry lioness, but said nothing. I was silent too.

She, still not saying a word, laid the table, put in front of me a plate of freshly brewed pasta with a couple of tiny pieces of meat, richly watered with a strange-looking sauce, and laid out one piece of bread. While I was eating, she sat across from me in silence and just sighed bitterly. But I did not react.

I felt like a real goat. I probably should have thrown at her feet, kissing her, crawling on her knees and begging for forgiveness. She probably expected this of me. But instead, I calmly sat at the table, chewing on the hateful pasta and almost did not look into her eyes. But he did not hide his eyes.

I did not promise her anything, I did not swear eternal love and loyalty. Yes, and I did not change it today. And there's nothing to stare at me like that! I also have something to say to her and what to reproach. I, too, insulted innocence was found ...

- Dont you want to say me something? - she said, when I got up to the sink.

- What do you want to hear?

- I was worried...

- Could call ...

- I've phoned! - tears rang in her voice. - I cut off all the phones! But neither you nor your buddies answered me!

I automatically reached for my breast pocket, took out my phone and ... Forty missed calls! And my phone is silent and without vibration ... Damn, I'm really to blame ...

“Sorry, I ... forgot to turn on the sound ...” the explanation sounded ridiculous, and looked like an excuse.

“Senya, I beg you,” she suddenly slipped off the stool and hugged my legs, “I beg you very much — if you don’t want to see me, just tell me about it.” Do you understand? I will not cry if you leave me - after all, you did not swear to me in eternal love and loyalty. We just meet, while both of us need it. And if you meet another one with which you will be better than with me, I will understand everything. I will not stop you or try to keep you. Just tell me about it. Can't say - write. Just do not leave me in limbo. This is killing me.

- Olga, my dear, - I fell to my knees next to her, hugged her shoulders and pressed his cheek to her cheek.

What I scum ...

And then he carried her into the room, laid her down on the bed, and began to apologize not with words, but with actions.

She sighed, gasped, twisted, bit and scratched, cried and laughed, told me some pretty stupid things and looked at me in such a way that I already wanted to send the whole plan to this devil, this durus-Milan with her dad-Gestapo man, to return back to the brigade and fuck Olga every day and see this look ...

She screamed and squeezed me tightly with her legs. I had sweat on my forehead, sweat rolled down my back, gathering in a stream between my shoulder blades, and I stopped, despite the terrible pain in my eggs. No, early ...

I turned it, almost insensitive, onto my stomach, prudently putting a pillow under her thighs - in such a state it usually crawls like melted butter on a plate, and I have to lift her hips with my hands. This is not easy at all, despite its apparent fragility. Of course, it would be easier to put it with cancer at the beginning, and dredbat already on the back, but in a conscious state Olka categorically refuses to doggie-style, but after the third orgasm you can sculpt everything you want from her - even any nodes from the Kama Sutra are not a problem. Therefore, I always kept on hand (well, at arm's length) a small pillow and a roller - to change the angle.

Olka, of course, is good - clever, beautiful, she tried many things in sex and knows exactly where she is good and how she likes. And in the same place it is necessary to teach - trouble is above the roof. Yes, and tearing the virginity is pleasant to someone, to someone in any way, but to someone it hurts ... and bloodshed ... I don't like this business ... But there's nothing you can do - if you want to succeed, you will have to suffer .. .

Olka screamed, buried her nose in bed, and I continued to beat measuredly, but quickly, penetrating it deeper and deeper with each push. But now she squeezed my cock with such force that I just could not resist, and finished, filling it with sperm, as my mother once stuffed pepper with minced meat. She sobbed a couple more times and went limp, I fell on my horse, breathing heavily and drenching myself in sweat.

- Just say, Senj, - whispered Olya half-delirious.

I wrapped my arms under her belly and kissed her reek in the back ...

In the morning at seven I was already near the house of Milana. They let me through without problems - apparently, her father warned the guard.

When I entered, Milana jumped out from somewhere to the left, ran up to me and smacked her cheek loudly:

“I knew you would come,” she said cheerfully. - Come quickly, breakfast on the table, and dad is waiting for you.

I smiled and allowed myself to be taken to the dining room.

Her father looked much friendlier than the day before - he smiled, joked and looked at me, if not as a friend, then at least as a very pleasant person.

“Good morning,” he smiled.

“Good morning,” I nodded.

Milana sat down at the table and showed me a place next to her.

“Milana has an open air today,” said the landlord. - You go with her. The security is not allowed there, and you, if you are, of course, not against it, we will present Milana as a boyfriend. You will get acquainted with her surroundings, and then tell me about your impressions.

- Dad! - indignantly exclaimed Milana. - I'm not small anymore! I don't need a nanny!

“Arseny will not be your nanny,” her father smiled reassuringly. - He will be your guardian angel. Will protect you from any troubles.

Mila frowned, puffed up her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. I grunted and touched her fingers.

- But all the girlfriends will be jealous - they have no such “nanny”, - and winked at her.

She smiled and started eating again.

For breakfast today was oatmeal without milk and butter. Rare muck. But after Olkina's cooking, it was not a problem for me to even smile and praise disgusting porridge. Fresh orange juice was given. But for this I am ready to sell my soul - I adore freshly squeezed juices.

After breakfast, my father sent Milan to get ready, and he beckoned me with a finger:

- I want to explain something to you.

I approached him. He took my arm and led me to the left door, and not to the right, through which Milan got out.

“Did she tell you about her mother?”

I nodded. Then she said something about her mother, but I did not particularly listen.

“Milana’s mother did not die,” he sighed and let me into a narrow, dimly lit corridor. “She was alive, at least, when I last saw her.” She left us when Milan was not even two years old. Mercantile bitch ... She, you see, wanted a beautiful life, and then I could offer her only a room in a departmental apartment and a dress for hire. And two years ago, she came here, crawled on her knees, begged, asked for permission to see her daughter ... I threw her out. As if I don't know what she really wanted ...

I grinned.

- You see, I do not want Milana to become the same as her mother. Moreover, I do not want her to become the same as her empty-headed girlfriends or pederast friends. Do you understand?

I nodded.

- The guards are not allowed on these their plein airs, so I do not know what is going on there. That is why I need you to go there with her. Even if you have to use force, do not be afraid, I will otmazhu you from any responsibility, okay?

I nodded again.

- One more thing. This the day before yesterday's attack scared me great. I, of course, have many enemies, many detractors. Everyone knows that Milana is my Achilles heel, which is why I even protect her ... Read more →