“You'll scatter her for sex.” - A powerful push, Lidka raises her chin up. - You, as a man, otderёsh her! - Another push, again the chin stretches up. - You fuck her! - Chin stretched up, trembled lips. - Here, on this bed, you fuck her! - The mouth is already half open, the tongue rushes over dry sponges. - You will lead her. You fuck her like a man! - Several powerful shocks, followed by grabbing the nipples, already turned stone. - You will own it, it will be submissive to you! - What else to say? Does she hear me, or has she gone so far into the waves of pleasure, deaf, blind, perceiving only the excitement of an approaching orgasm? - You will subordinate it to yourself! - She stretched out, trembling like a cobweb in the wind - another movement and a torn silver thread would fly so high into the sky that it would disappear, lost in the bright light of a sunny day. - You will be her master. Not the mistress, and the owner!

- Master. - She moaned, more arched. - Fuck like a man. - She threw up. - Bitch! Babu ...

I did not let her say anything, closing his mouth with a kiss. This brief stop gave intercept fresh air member, release the heat from the volcano. Therefore, when the member again pierced her trembling pussy, the orgasm, standing somewhere at the knees, pulled up, trying to quickly reach the member to the day of this sweet volcano.

- Fuck-oo-oo-oo! She arched, trembling, gasping for air. - Bitch this fuck! - And spun, twisting out from under me. It's time! I sped up, forcing a member to throw into it all the energy that has accumulated in his head.

- Fuck the bitch! - The words themselves popped out of me. - And you will keep her underpants! Let the naked go home!

- BUT!!! - Lidka froze, squeezed into me, sharply pushed. Sprinkled with sperm, she shrank into a question mark, repeating like a spell. - Bitch without a tiger. Bitch naked.

For the rest of the evening, she lay silently with her back to me. She pretended to be asleep. But I know when she sleeps, and when she pretends. I thought. Let him think. If so she calmer. Sunday days also passed quietly. We did household chores, which do them - do not do it, still a whole bunch. It was only late in the evening, when I, falling asleep, put aside the paternity guide, did she turn to me and put her hands on my head.

- Listen, Misha. - Usually serious conversations began like this. “I thought what was happening to us.”

- Yes? - The conversation will be long. Here, women love important conversations to start in the evening when you need to sleep! Here, do not feed bread! And the fact that tomorrow at work in the morning is the second thing! - So what happens to us?

- We rave about idleness.

- Opanki! - I even sat in bed. - Is that us? When was the last time on vacation?

- I'm not about that. - She pulled the sheet to the throat.

- What about?

- Actually, I'm scared. - She bit her lip.

- What? - So, we lie down next to us, we will clasp our arms, passing a flexible snake-arm under the neck.

- Well, there, inside me, and pulls to the woman.

- So what are we talking about? - I chuckled. - I ...

- Not! - She shook her head. - I'm afraid I like it. And after you can not.Well, do you understand? And without you I can not live.

- You know what I tell you? - Here we must come up with something like that - a grandiose one! Unexpected. - You try if you want. If it turns out that it pulls headlong there - I will get myself a man.

- What? - She raised her head. - fooling around? - Insult in the voice.

- Not. - I shrugged. - Why not? Maybe there is something in this? What do you think? If you decide to become a lesbian?

She fell silent and said no more. Believe in a man? Um

***

- Olga was taken to the hospital! - Lidka's voice trembled with tension.

- To the hospital or maternity hospital? - Inside me sank.

- In the hospital, that is! - You fool, Lidka! So before the heart attack is not far. I admit honestly, after that night, I perceived any news from the Yurkin Family Front almost as personal. Why the hospital or hospital was important for me. “They drove ten minutes ago.”

- So, give birth somewhere in the evening or at night. - Vika interested bowed her head, listening to my conversation. Relations in our office were smooth, as always. But in the evening. No, we did not tumble in bed, did not groan from the rolling waves of orgasm. We sat in the same cafe in this compartment, closely huddled together. Victoria was such an interesting conversationalist. And did not mind when my hand sometimes dived under her skirt edge. In general, the disposition was ready for action - Vika wanted sex with me, pregnancy from me, Lidka, accepting me with an avid readiness, was in a state of thinking, in which “yes” was more than “rather, no,” I was have sex with Vika, Lidka and both at once.

- Maybe. - She sighed. - Worried.

- Understand. - I winked at Vick. - But it's not you who give birth. So, look, don't make me nervous. - I know her. Maybe a trick to throw out. For example, jerk to Olga. Here, Yurka now needs her so much in the apartment! - Besides, don't forget to have sex on schedule today. - With this phrase, I usually angry with her. But she understands that I want to bring this to her - “everything is in order, there is nothing to twitch”.

- Fool. - She hung up.

- Fool. - I agreed to an empty tube.

- Someone gives birth? - Victoria asked a little audible. Now our chairs are practically back to back. Turn on the chair and here it is the back or face of the interlocutor. We were sealed here by planting another department. Many coves, I'm happy. Vika is with her knee, then with his hand, no, no, let him touch me. Well, me too. But in terms of decency, of course. Office is not a place to flirt.

- Remember, told about Olga - the wife of my friend Jyrki?

- This is the one that from the parents rushed to another city with a pregnant wife? - Victoria smiled, leaned, digging in the bottom drawer of the table. Hmm! With such wealth not yet married !? Not order. Is something wrong in the cot? Anyway, Vika, a woman with all the makings of a super model, but heartbreakers for sure, was lonely, wanted sex and a child. And I was ready to give her both sex and a child. The only thing that bothered me was - what is the middle name of the child?

Olga gave birth to the night. Yuri yelled to the phone some nonsense, we are sleepy, two o'clock in the morning, too, happily carried nonsense. The telephone set on the speakerphone was puffed up to convey to us not only the intonation and the mood of the speaker at the opposite end of the invisible radio bridge, but also the volume from which Yuri yelled. He did it badly. The sound rattled, causing some words to take a completely unimaginable interpretation. But one thing was clear - Olga gave birth to a boy - a strong, calm, poured Yurka. We happily slapped the on-line glass for the health of the child, then Olga, and then congratulated Yuri. The festive evening, or rather, the festive night ended with sex in the kitchen, at the refrigerator, where we had migrated, starting to kiss on the threshold of the kitchen. And provoked sex only one question, "we will do the child," asked by me - that is, so.

She loved to kiss. I did this thoroughly, sensitively, seeking more and more new ways to exchange information between our bodies. Here and now, she did not kiss a hickey, filling the space around me with her fluids.Her lips, slightly touching my greedy lips, left a thin trace of touch on them, then flew up, hovered a few millimeters from my face, looking for a new touch point. After five minutes I could not bear it.

***

On Thursday it burst. All Monday she was silent, Tuesday was only the most necessary words, Wednesday was silence again, and on Thursday evening she met me in the corridor, helped to remove her raincoat, pulled her into the kitchen. They are so with the girls from their accounting in turn, one hour earlier run away. Well, shopping or somewhere else they need to run in the evening. The authorities look at it through their fingers - like a quarterly ...