of all!..

- Yah?

- Seriously. If I was younger ... and not so old fuck ... Eh!

“You are not old,” said Nastya, rattling the dishes.

- ... but still hell. Yes? Ahahaha! ... - Uncle Tolya let out a hoarse laugh. “Okay, change the record.” Come on tell me how you lived here these ten years.

Word for word - they talked. Nastia's eyes glittered, her ears burned, her nipples glowed like traffic lights — but the movements became more and more natural, the angularity disappeared, the back straightened, as if by magic ...

“They told me all my life that I was a mammoth,” she complained, noisily pulling in her tea.

- If I listened to what they say about me all my life - do you know who I was? You are just jealous.

- envy?

- Of course. They do not have such beauty, there is no such body ... such boobs. Do you know how many girls dream of boobs like you? - spoke Uncle Tolya and watched as Nastya pamperedly feels her breast, milky-pink, with bulging nipples. “I know, because I ...”

- ... old horseradish, - continued Nastya, and both of them laughed.

- Well ... Stand still, Nastya! In all its glory ... No, what a miracle you are after all!

- Since we have such a frank conversation with you ... then ...

- What?

- This is ... Shave necessarily?

- To shave? Well ... How can I think that? You ask your boyfriend ... or decide how you feel yourself. I like everything about you. And your ass, so soft, without looseness ... But your hair is not a fountain, Nastyuh. On the head, I mean. When you were still with bows - it was good, but right now ... This bang is not yours, that's fair. A fly in the ointment ... Are you offended?

- Not...

- Right?

Nastya, having turned away, began to grunt saucers, putting them in the sink.

Two oily drops ran down her leg, reaching her knee. Nastya tried to quietly smudge them with the other leg, but she could not do it. Uncle Tolya watched them thoughtfully.

“I am for a second,” Nastya said hoarsely, suddenly turning to the bathroom.

- So. Stay.

- What?

- Go here. We go to you.

Uncle Toll stood up and grabbed her around the waist.

- What? ... what are you ... - babbled Nastya babbled.

- Do not worry, I will not do anything to you. A small massage ... Come on. Get down! - Uncle Toll ordered, leading her to the bed. Nastya obediently lay down, not taking her eyes off him. - Here is soooo ... Close your eyes ... Do not be afraid, I will not rape. Fair. Well, close ...

Nastya closed her eyes tightly.

These few seconds, when nothing happened, and she just froze, naked, somewhere between heaven and hell, were the most terrible in her life.

Then her nipple shrouded tickle moisture. More, more and more ...

Then the imperious fingers dived into the nectar that Nastya oozed down there.

She waited to touch that point, itchy demanding top inside, and froze in anticipation ... and screamed when a wet poison suddenly flowed into her, and the top spun like mad, burning her body with nervous inflorescences, and again, when the poison flowed into it with new and new portions of pleasure, so strong that she was ashamed even to herself.

She tried to fight him, to hide him - but the pleasure was torn from her by a whirlwind, pulling the body, which suddenly became like a cloud, filled with all the colors of the rainbow ...

- ... Well, I ate your hair, I tell you ... Nast! Nastya, what are you doing? Well, what are you, silly? - Uncle Tolya stroked the sobbing Nastya on the shoulders, on the tummy and throughout the body, sensitive as a nerve. - Well, you, well, everything is fine ... Everything is fine, my little ... - he caressed her, slowly running over the skin with the tips of his nails.

His fingers slid along his sides, thighs, climbing the very most sensitive places. Nastya's sobs were heard less and less often, more quietly ... Then they went into a sniff, and Nastya, who melted in a stream of goosebumps, no longer saw or heard how Uncle Tolya covered her with a blanket and left the room.

- ... Awww! Are you sleeping, or what?

Papin's voice wedged in where the happy Nastya hovered, and thickened into the silhouette of the father, bending over her.

- BUT?

- Where is he, do not you know?

- Who?

- Like who? Tolik, of course. I come - it is not there, and there is a note on the table. “Sorry, Petka, urgently need to shake.I confused time. Sorry for not waiting ... Embracing ... "Here is an eccentric! Do not know what happened?

“Nah ...” Nastya squeaked, pulling the blanket over herself, until Dad saw that she was naked.

***

It was not a dream.

- Dzzzzzzzzzzzzzyyy!

The real, real doorbell rang again and again, sinking into the brains like an electric drill.

- Your maaaat ...

Realizing that his eyes were open, he made an attempt to raise his leg.

To do this, it was necessary to figure out where she ...

- Your mother !!!

The call frantically gouged his ears.

Jumping with anger, he rushed about the room, grabbing greasy stuff. “Who is he carrying?” He muttered, poking his foot into the sleeve. - “Zzzeybayu ... Eh!” - and, throwing naughty rags to the floor, ran to open, as he was - in shorts and a t-shirt.

“What the ...” he wanted to shout, and even almost shouted, choking on the second syllable.

It was not Adgur’s neighbor, not an advertising agent and not a Jehovah’s Witness. Outside the door was a girl. Fashionably and elegantly trimmed, pretty, smelling of perfume - one of those with whom he looked wistfully after dropping drool.

She looked as if she had descended into his shabby corridor with a glossy cover covered with the scent of luxury and pheromones. To someone she was terribly like, although he could not remember whom ...

"This is a mistake," he thought wistfully, looking at the chiseled face in the frame of a cherry square. “Lord, how I look! Your maaaat ... "

“Izzz ... izzv ...” he tried to say, covering his hand with the hole in the T-shirt.

- Yeah. Good, - the stranger shook her head. - Well, hello, Uncle Tolya. Are you allowed to enter?

Pushing it aside, she entered the apartment and closed the door.

- Well? Did not know that?

Uncle Toll stared at her, blinking red eyes. Then he gasped:

- Us ... Nast ...

- Finally. Thank God! And I already thought - I have to present my passport.

- Nastya ... Lord ... how are you here ... why don't you ... I haven’t removed ... sorry ... this ... old bachelor's lair, I understand myself ... I will get dressed, yes ? That is - come on, come on, this, rasp ... rape ... take a break ... And I right now ... right now ...

- Uh, no. You don’t need to dress, you have to undress, ”said Nastya, and, meeting her stunned uncle-Tolin’s gaze, continued:“ Come and shower, eh? Is water hot? Is there water, I say?

- Water? ... E ... is, there is water ...

- Well, that's nice. Come on. ”She led him to the bathroom, trying not to step on the bottles. - Come on, come on. Come on, Uncle Toll ...

“But what about ... you ... keep warm ... from the road ... tea ..." Uncle Toll muttered.

- Of course! I will warm, I will surely warm. And tea, and everything, - Nastya spoke, opening the crane. - You only have a shower first. So-so, there is no soap, of course ... Here's soap for you, here is a washcloth. Here is a towel. On! And while I rest on the road ...

- Yes ... rest ... Nastya ...

- rest. Wash up

She closed the bathroom door. Uncle Tolya spit soap and washcloth in his hands as if they could give him some kind of answer, and muttered:

- Year ... or more? Nastya, Nastya ... how has something changed ... and I ... I ...

Then, grunting, pulled off his shirt.

Half an hour later, he, throwing a greasy gown over the washed body, opened the door - and stood on the threshold:

- Your mother ...

The mountains of the bottles have disappeared somewhere. Heaps of rubbish disappeared, revealing a long-forgotten pattern of parquet. The air smelled of wet dust.

- Nastya! Nastyuh! ..

Upon entering, he froze again. The room was unrecognizable, and Uncle Tolya, in some sort of internal part of the brain, who had seen everything, suddenly wondered if he was at home and whether Nastya came to him in fact. "Your mother" whispered whitened lips ...

Looking around for at least one familiar object, he fixed his gaze on the bed ... and then froze for the third time.

“Hello, Uncle Toll,” Nastya said hoarsely.

She was lying in bed - fresh, overflowed with new linen (Uncle Tolya noticed this not immediately, but a little later).

Her luxurious body curved in a white blanket, like a tiger in the snow in Chinese paintings. An intimate corner, smoothly shaven, pink like a baby's, glistening with sparks of moisture. A slender hand gracefully propped up her head with shortly cropped hair dyed in the color of a ripe cherry. Abundant, as before, the breasts hung down with plump noses ...

- Nastya ... Nastuh ...

- Do not be afraid. Take off this greasy sabotage and come to me.

She spread her legs, throwing open a wet cave. Her cheeks and ears were burning, but Uncle Tolya did not notice.

For half a minute or more he stood still, trying to say something.

Then he hit her.He dived, like a pool, into a pink abundance of breasts, thighs, and abdomen, he choked, floundered in it, clinging to the silk body with layers of feverish kisses ...

- Here you go. Well, vooot, - Nastya pulled, wincing from tickling. - Just be careful, okay? You see, it so happens that I am still a completely innocent creature. I have never done this before ...

Five minutes later, Uncle-Tolin’s bed creaked like a harbor crane.

- Aaaa ... aaaa ... - Nastya moaned, trying to get in tact.

Happy uncle Tolya passionately, generously, passionately and gratefully gouging her, looking into Nastya's wet eyes, like a faithful dog.

She smiled and podmahivala him, trying not to wrinkle from the pain and smell, which still stood in the room, as she aired her ...

- Ale, Marin? - then she whispered into the phone, stroking Uncle Tolya’s head, who was dozing on her chest. “Marin, I can't talk right now.” I am in Magadan. In Magadan! ... Yes, yes, I had one favor here ... I will fly out tomorrow. What? No, not alone. A friend will fly with me. True, he still does not know about it ... Everything, Marish, cannot speak. Tsem ...