If you believe in fairy tales, you certainly know how to create them. And the problem is only that you do not know about it. But when you fall in love, you feel how the line between fiction and reality disappears. And here it is important not to lose someone you truly love ...

... We are alone and she is ready for sex. She lifts her long leg, lifts her skirt, a little short, as for a children's tutor, and I see a slice of a naked snow-white female body - from stockings to panties. Kira is terribly sexy in this position and knows this, she turns on her game. Shamelessly opens the most dangerous place in a woman.

Dangerous for people like me. Single men, single fathers. Who has a lot of responsibility, but little time for relationships.

Kira rolls the stockings down the legs and thereby raises the stakes, and at the same time raises my cock. She managed to seduce me again. In the groin aches, and a member asks to dive into the female body.

- Come on ... Come to me, - I hear the message from this red-haired sexual beast. Kira takes off her blouse, then the bra, and I embrace her gorgeous figure, sinking my face into the bare, lush chest - in advance in front of a future orgasm. She frees me from the shirt, and her impatient pen unzips my pants. My friend practically flies out of the trousers, in seconds Kira drops to her knees, twists her thin fingers and gently swallows him in her mouth. I answer with a moan and with one brain cell I try to figure out how natural this scene is — blowjob from the teacher of my little son. To hell with the thought ... She sucks it dexterously, skillfully, handles the tongue, making shake my knees. Moisture covers the penis, and it easily flies into the girl's wet lips, and those in response leave traces of lipstick and pleasure on it. I stroke Kira on her knees over her pretty face and feel an increasing itch below. Kira sucks off perfectly, but I do not want to cum with her like that. I pull the dick out of her mouth, jerk the girl to her feet and throw her onto the sofa. She exhales loudly when I lean on top of her slim sexy body. For a second, I freeze on this body with a look, eagerly wrinkling her seductive ones with protruding nipples of the breast, and the aching unsatisfied phallus receives a new impulse.

“Fuck me,” whispers this miracle and confirms the invitation by breeding the legs to the sides. I like a hungry beast tearing off Kira's panties and a member of her vagina. Moisture, already different, but even more alluring, irrigates the end, and the hole lets it inwards - to the full depth. Kira groans, she is already rather excited, and I can only enter her time after time from above, inflaming mutual desire. We desperately fuck, because I don’t want to find another word for sex in the office of my huge apartment. It covers me with its bare legs, and my chest sways to the beat of my jolts. I kiss her nipples, her neck, absorbing the smell of females who are heated by intercourse. The girl's vagina is contracting, Kira strives to scream, and I close her beautiful mouth with my palm, drowning out the sounds of a female orgasm. She is unhappy, but I know what I'm doing - my son is still awake in the back room. He doesn't need to hear it.

I finish when Kira with her green eyes rolls on top of me with her elastic ass. Lying on my back, already wet from this fucking, I note Kira’s mastery as a sexual partner. She tries - or wants to win me as a man (although I did not promise her anything), or she just loves sex, and maybe one and the other together. The girl's vagina is impaled on my penis, which is already asking to pour out the result of their labors. Kira finished twice, and I allow myself not to wait for her third finish. There is simply no strength to endure, so cool to me. I squeeze her warm buttocks, sharply to the side of Kira to the side, and, pulling out a member, I discharge myself on her bare legs.In the eyes darkened, but even through this darkness I see Kira relaxed and sperm flowing down on the female legs. The body has fulfilled a duty to itself, freed from lust, and I breathe with satisfaction.

“Let's hug,” I hear, and the girl presses against me.

Kira - my Vlad's English tutor. She is able to teach five-year-old children, I note by the results of my son, whom I have been striving to properly educate since childhood. A teacher of foreign languages, and the last month and my sexual partner in combination. This is not to say that I inclined her to such a relationship. But I will not say that I resisted the temptation when the newly appeared preschool teacher pointedly bent before me with a bulging ass under one pretext or another. And yet he didn’t even think of her as his girlfriend. Sex - and no more. Men of my status can keep a distance.

I think about myself, look at my watch. I could not forget. December 28, seven in the evening.

“Get dressed, swallow,” I say, and I get up off the couch. It's time to get ready.

- Are you in a hurry somewhere? - asks Kira, buttoning the bra. Her beautiful, appetizing breasts disappear behind a pink cloth - until the next time.

“I invited Father Frost and the Snow Maiden for my son,” I explain, putting on my shirt. - He is waiting for the Snow Maiden.

“This is because the child lacks a mother,” the teacher explains. My dear, I myself know it. From Kira, it sounded as if she was claiming a maternal role. After the death of my wife, I did not consider a single woman in a similar status.

- Will you stay at the show? They will come in half an hour, I ask. I did not want Kira to leave now. Let the baby feel the holiday.

“I will, of course,” she easily agrees. I know that Kira is waiting for an invitation to stay late for the night, but I will not allow that to happen yet. After the Snow Maiden, I will take her home, for her classes with my son (and his dad) are finished for today.

We pass into the living room, and I call the nanny who has been sitting with Vladik all this time. Arina Rodionovna appears with my son by the hand. This elderly woman for me has always been like a wise and caring nurse from children's books. She hails from some distant village and since the birth of Vladik has been engaged in him, raised and raised, while I, devastated by the loss of my wife, filled my life with the bustle of business. Arina Rodionovna practically became a member of the family, and I confess that this Lord, the Lord God himself, sent this kind and life-like intelligent woman to me.

Not too kindly glancing at Kira (from a nanny not to hide the reason for the privacy of the landlord with the tutor after class), Arina Rodionovna sends me Vladik. I take my son in my arms. For me there is no more dear person than he.

- Are you ready? Santa Claus will come soon, I remind my son.

“Maiden,” Vladik cleverly corrects me. Of course, he is waiting for the Snow Maiden, for her he has learned a poem and a song. Soon the doorbell rang, and Arina Rodionovna let in a couple from the agency of children's holidays. Kira and I prepared to look at the congratulations for Vlad on this New Year's Eve.

But further, the tree, stick, everything went wrong. Instead of joy on the face of my son, I found only an expression of distrust. The actors tried, dressed as Snow Maiden, a girl with long legs in heels (nothing like that) and a thick layer of makeup, set the tone for fun, Santa Claus (warmed up by a dude drunk the day before) weighed creeps, but Vladik burst into tears. Just burst into tears. My heart sank from the picture of this unfortunate congratulations.

- What's wrong, son? - I ask sympathetically, while Kira and the nanny and I are trying to calm him down.

- Maiden unreal! - says Vlad. I was taken aback by this discovery. “Santa Claus” and “Snow Maiden” stood indifferently on the sidelines, making no attempt to convince the small client of their “authenticity”. They are confident that their "grandmother" worked.

“Of course, not real,” Kira replied suddenly. - A real dad would need to search.

I'm surprised to turn to her and confused to clarify.

- Where?

“You know where,” Kira responds with green eyes, flashing her green eyes.

That I did not expect from her. Instead of comforting ...