The member resisted, sulked, but we both made efforts and now Dick was attached to the top, slowly sitting down on the member and looking me in the eyes. Looked out at them for the reflections of that night? Or just enjoyed the way I squint with pleasure? Be that as it may, Dick, swayed to the beat of the car, with every minute increasing speed. The member flew inside the trunk of its volcano, gliding along the waves of pleasure, copiously wetting the pubis with the sap of our love. Yes, you give me all the soft-boiled eggs! The carriage shook, she jumped off the penis, grabbed the brace.

- I think that we need to change the position. - I pulled the time, watching how she breathes, how her stiffened breast rises, how her nipples sparkle, smeared with my lips. - And you...

- I imagine. - She mischievously pushed the reed me.

- Yes? - My hands grabbed her hips, pulled her closer to the table.

- On the table? - She jumped up on him, sat up, spread her legs, clutching her hands over the edges of the upper shelves. And slightly leaned back. Devilish!

- And on the table! - I stepped up to her, sat down a bit, stuck my ass, trying on her entrance.

- Do not pull. - She bit her lip, inflating the wings of the nose. The member buried himself first in the pricking pubis, slid down, squeezed between swollen lips. - Yes! Misha! Misha!

Past us, at a breakneck speed, a passenger train slipped through, as in films - quickly, flashing with lighted windows, carrying the outlines of faces, figures. And the eyes of a woman who understood what we were doing at the moment our eyes met for a moment. I was carried after the train - also swiftly, also subtly bright. Dick clutched at the edges, trying to stay in one place, but after a minute she returned her hands to their former position on the edge of the shelf. The train rushed along a long curve, I rushed in a burning volcano to her caress, passion towards orgasm, she, it seems, could hardly restrain herself. In one of the moments, when I grabbed her hips, she wrapped her hands around me, squeezed, burning my second number through my chest, gently but hotly screamed in my ear “Misha !!” And it hit the gag in my sperm bank. I squeezed it and set the pace so that the table creaked ominously. And then suddenly a thought occurred to me - “I wonder how many tons of blood pumps my heart?” An interesting thought during sex, isn't it? But I am.

We stayed on the table for a few seconds, and then I carefully put it on the shelf. Not letting me go, Dick huddled, trying not to let go of my shrinking member. But he slipped out of her, not without regret. Looking at the curved lines of her body, her face, which gradually took on a meaningful expression, for some reason I wanted to tell her about that night. Tell about the pleasure that I experienced from having sex with her at Olga, about her skillful satisfaction with Olga, about our oral sex with Olga. But I was silent. The skeletons in the closet should be silent. Even when they are discovered.

- Give me the panties. - She raised her head with whipped hair. - They are in the pocket of jeans.

- I know. - I reached for her jeans.

- Olga and I have known each other since the fifth grade.- She took the panties in hand, but lay, looking at the ceiling. - Everything was. And how many times we saw each other naked, they rubbed each other's back, and lay next to each other in bed, whispering all sorts of nonsense until the morning. And here...

The train slowed down, hit two arrows. Approaching the station.

- Get dressed. - I pulled panties, jeans, shirt.

- Yes. - She jumped up, where the strength came from, like a soldier once, once, once, and the hand is already reaching for a bra.

- Do not. - I picked up her bra, put it to my face. The smell of a woman who has already absorbed into the subconscious. - Be so.

- Without a shirt? - She led her breasts, smiling cheekily.

- Without T-shirts. - I hid the bra in my pocket.

- Right now. - She pulled the shirt, took up her hair. - Better give me a scab. - She's not like everyone else. At each moment the thing has its name. Now it is a comb, and in a minute the comb can become a comb.

At the station, the passengers tumbled into the car. While settling in the compartment, saying goodbye to the mourners, laid out things, she put herself in order, making two cute such pigtails. I love her like this - peaceful, contented sex, after which my Dickie's mood is simply beautiful. At such moments, you can ask anything. But within the framework of the family budget and her desires. Finally, the train moved away from the station, leaving behind all the noises. In the train there is only one noise - the noise of the road, the rhythmic beat of the wheels, which does not coincide with the flickering of the pillars.

- So, what about Olga? - I decided to continue the conversation. She's not just starting a conversation.

- For me and her ... Well, to see each other naked does not represent anything like that. Well, naked and naked. And here. She is sitting, she has such a belly, her breasts are two sizes larger, like this, - she showed with her hands, - ass rang out. And it turns me on. We sat, shook about everything. Then she took off her nightie. I even choked. Nakatilo on me. I feel that inside me it is going on. I was scared. - She looked up. - Do you understand? I wanted her as a man.

- Do you know how a man wants? - I decided to extinguish, or at least turn the conversation the other way.

- Now I know. - She looked out the window. - Then I asked for vodka.

- From vodka you, on the contrary, enter into a rage. - I involuntarily yawned.

- Therefore, I drank half a bottle. I thought to stun myself, be cut off. - She hung her head. - She sits opposite naked, me sausage, vodka nasty. In short, she says, let's go to sleep. And went ahead. And I just cramped everything, I can not go. Want. She clung to her from behind, stroking her stomach, feeling my chest and shaking me. After letting yourself go to bed, Olga says - you, girlfriend, go to your husband. You have a husband. And she, as much as she wants, puffs. I know her well. As soon as she starts to bite her lips a little, then she is ready - take it, she will not resist.

- How do you know? - I dived into her story, unwittingly expressing my interest.

- From where? From there. Girl talk. - She smiled. - And what is interesting - to learn more about Olga?

- Tell about yourself better. - I translated the arrow. - Where such details come from.

- Once I met her with the men. Nothing happened, and then she said that if she was biting her lips a little, she was ready — she was excited and wanted to lose her pulse of sex.

- A. - Outside the window became darker.

- Well, me and to you. - She sighed. - True, it seems that vodka has flattened me.

- And what did you see? - It is necessary to feel the situation to the end. Of course, I will not say anything, but interesting.

- You know. - She lay back, shoved my feet between my legs. - I guess I drank a lot.

- Well, and yet? - I populated her. - Tell interesting.

- What? - She nervously twitched. - I do not want. - But seeing my eyes, gave up. - At first, I gave you a blowjob, then she. You sat on top of her, shoved your breasts between your legs, she sucks, you have such a face ... - She sighed. - And then I dived between her legs and licked everything there. And it was just so awesome to me that when you were in front of me, I wanted me to lick her at that moment. - She exhaled. - These are my freaky visions.

- Hmm! - I leaned back. Drunk, drunk, and remembers. - You need to try with a woman.

- What are you doing? - She even straightened.In the eyes of fear.

- Well. - I threw up my hands. “In your visions, it seemed to you that which is sitting inside you.” You need a woman like Olga. And with these tits. Number four, no less.

- Yes, well, you, fool! - She seems offended.

***

Yurka arrived the day after us. Olga squealed happily into the phone, Lidka chirped excitedly in response, and everything inside me was boiling. Imagine? I was jealous of Olga for Yuri! Well, tell me !? What the fuck is this? He is her husband, they have a child, and I am jealous? Okay! Can not be so. You need to disconnect from your desire. It is difficult, but necessary. THIS IS NOT MY LOVER, WOMAN AND NOT MY WIFE. Everything! Forgot!

Tuesday started, if not strange, ...