- Sweet. “She was wearing only an apron.” “You're somehow late today.”

- A little detained the head of the department. It was necessary to explain something to him. You see, - here I exhaled, - we, there, a little at lunch, made it worse, and then it took him just before the end of the work. In short, sitting - not breathing.

- Hmm? - She dug into me, scratching out of clothes. - Well, to hell with it. I missed you so much! So missed you! Directly at work, rolled that almost howled!

- Cooming soon. - My fingers gently pulled her nipples, elastically pushing the skin. The heat from the breasts passed to me, starting a member, frozen in suspended animation from lack of demand. - How can I leave such a thing without attention?

- Yes? - She stopped my hands. - Wait a minute. - Taking a step back, she stood on the ottoman, put her foot to the side, rested on the table.

- Do you like it so much? - I dived under her apron, kissed her pubis. Thorn favorite.

- Yes. - She put her hands on my head, slightly pressed.

- Oh, you're my sweetie. - With these words, my lips pulled the half of the already swollen lips that came into them. “I missed you too.” - The tongue walked through the small lips, again returned to the outside.

- Yes, yes. She smiled, head thrown back, letting her hair flow down in disarray. - And stronger. A little bit.

“That's exactly what I missed all day.” - Clit fluttered under my soft tongue. Dick, dug claws into her head, whined, pushed her pelvis. For a few minutes we played “guessing game” - where and how my tongue should have gone. Why both she and I were ready to move to a more direct communication.

- On the bed? - I looked up from her.

- We run. And we do not have time. - She jumped off, threw off her apron.

- catch up. - I tried to grab her.

- Do not catch! - She twisted, dived into the room.

The bedroom was intimate surroundings to the fullest. The dim light, soft pillows on the floor, candles with the scents that filled our bedroom were the signs that she had wanted sex for a very long time. Catching the waist, I turned it around, bent.

- Not. - She rushed forward.

- Yes! - A member burst into it, parted the walls of the volcano, again reached the bottom, again walked along the trunk. We lay down on the bed?

- Do not stop! - She even stamped her foot. Wow! Something new?!

She squealed, shook her head, scattered hair, which, hitting her hands, her thin touches beat out sparks of passion, urged us on. Trying to intercept her more conveniently, I released my waist for half a second, which she took advantage of. Diving into bed, she spun around, lying on her back, spreading her legs to the side, stretched out her arms, as if she were thirsting for water. The member readily felt the entrance, began to move in the trunk, and then my back felt that my wife's hands were fumbling around the bed. No, she didn’t grab sheets in passion, didn’t crumple them, gathering matter into tight little towers. She was looking for something. The next second, a wig flopped on my head. Such a brunette wig, not bright, not defiant, but such a brunette. Like Victoria. I realized this later, having examined the wig itself, and now, surprised at such a turn, I accelerated the pace, seeing how her eyes rolled.So, now up the chin. Yes, yes. Well, everything! Now it's up to me. Or rather, how quickly my dick will be satisfied with all our movements.

- Click. - She moaned the words, as in oblivion. What to push? You can not stop - she will have a bummer and, accordingly, I, too. - Click. Finger

- Bitch. - Thumb dived in half, zasharil in search of the anus. - And you want your ass? - Swearing at anal games her plant.

- Bitch. - she moaned. - Pull me. - A new word in her bed lexicon? I mean, fuck me?

- Slut. - She spun under me, feeling that the finger was not only push on the brown circle. Damped with the juice of our love, rolling with us, and the juice of our love, the thumb of the left hand pushed through the anus, plunging into the phalanx. - Such a sweet, young slut.

- Yes. - She stretched out. Wow! A member howled a squeezed volcano. - Yes! Stronger! - She clung to my shoulders, stretched out her lips in tension.

I fell on her, moved, feeling how, together with us, our bed was moving. The neighbors below probably heard very, very well. From this thought, the body became even more excited. Dick, already clutched at me by the fingers of the approaching waves of an orgasm, gasped quietly, buried in her chest in a lump of blanket and a sheet, and then covered her mouth with a pillow. The member did not enter - burst inward, poking in a businesslike manner with a scrotum along its volcano, which was almost burnt with flame. And again, again, again until he shot her. Silent Dick I did not let go of my hands, until the member itself jumped out of the developed hole of the anus.

- Everything. - She fell on the bed, covered her face with her hands. - Thank you.

- Why so? - I was breathing heavily, twisting a wig on my arm. Straight to match the colors of Victoria's hair.

- I do not know. Walking down the street, I suddenly see wigs. Directly brought there. And as she presented you in a wig on me, I almost finished. - She spoke through the fence of the palms.

- What are you doing? - Surprised, I took away the palm.

She cried. So here are the big tears of a scared girl. As if she broke something and now mom seems to be asking her for the first number. I was taken aback. I did not expect such a reaction. Yes, offended at me, crying, but during sex? Never.

- What happened? - Her shoulders, such defenseless now, disappeared into my arms. What a hot one!

- Let go to the toilet. - She got out of bed, sobbing. - Then.

- Was it bad for you? - I followed her. Such a reaction scared me. - Did it hurt? Well, when am I behind you? Painfully.

- Not. “She opened the bathroom door.” - Then, all later. Good?

- Okay. - So, the conversation will be. - I'm waiting.

***

She sat up in her legs, wrapped in a robe that only emphasized her figure. She loved him, and now he appeared to her as a certain saving power or protective skin. So I thought, depending on how Dick settled in my legs, straightening my robe.

- Get down to me. - The hand caught her slender fingers. What ice! - What? Was washing with ice water?

- Not. - She tried to resist, but dived to my side. - You know. I'm probably such a pervert.

- Pervert? - This is probably about the wig and the rest that sits in her head. It would be interesting to look inside, to feel her feelings, thoughts, and, of course, to find out the ratings. Including myself. “So I love a pervert wife.”

- I'm serious. - She pushed me. - After this trip, I only think about it.

- What are you thinking about?

- About. - Even getting angry is starting. But does not speak itself. - You know.

- Listen, and maybe we can directly say what is going on with you? I will understand. I love you. I will try to understand and understand. - I looked into her eyes.

- Yes? - She, like a girl, trustingly looked into my eyes, where apart from my love for her, well, and her desires, she could not see anything. “You know, I was blown away by this trip.” Well, our visit to Olga.

- Do you want to have sex with a woman like Olga? “Okay, I will take this responsibility upon myself - I will say these words that you don’t want to say.”

She dug under my arm, sighed, nodded her head.

“So tell me, yes or no.” - I kissed her on top.

- Yes. - She looked up, hurried. - I do not know what woman.And how, why. I'm afraid of my desire, but I want. This is not natural when a woman is with a woman.

- Yes, good. - A shrug and a confident voice should have calmed her. - I would not pay attention to it.

- A man with a man is a perversion, but a woman with a woman is not? - Logic worthy of Socrates or someone, there, a philosopher.

- Listen, honey. - It is necessary to roll out of the wilds of the psyche with the philosophy combined. - If a man with a man, from their point of view - all the way through. Like their women, if ...