Victoria got sick. I felt that this was coming. She sulked for several days, sniffing, was a little annoyed. And then she called and reported that, they say, temperature and so on. In the evening, loaded with jars of jam, natural is better than drugs, Dikoy and I went to save her future sex slave. Not talking about her until that moment, Lidka did not hesitate even a minute to hear about Vika’s illness. One, two, three, rush handbag. That is, you carry it, she will go along and tweet about everything - about Olga, the child, Yuri, and when they will move back. At my company, we agreed with the arguments and took it to us - to the engineering department. Although the tricky word, in fact, the guys there were engaged in solving problems that builders wind up on objects, trying to pass from the first presentation.

Here, Yurka was just a specialist in autopsy, clarification, analysis and development of options for a quick, not very expensive solution to the problem. His head is good, clear, and his eyes are like a diamond - he sees everything once and for all. Although it was a trooper booby. As I. But I will say, in secret, the whole world on troechnik keeps. And why? Because when you do not know, you begin to improvise, and it saves, helps, moves along a completely unexpected path. While gathering, while she was chatting on Skype with Olga, the time had passed for lunch. But the operation “visiting the patient” was planned, and nothing could change the plans. Let's go on foot, since the weather was beautiful. After a few streets, we turned there, then there, and then further on and stood before the doors of her apartment. One-bedroom apartment for a single woman - a pleasant and troublesome mink. Pleasant that you can do the bedroom and living room, troublesome - a lot of cleaning.

- You come? - Vika, wrapped in a handkerchief, stood in slippers, causing a desire to quickly push her into bed and properly cover her with a blanket.
- I did not wait. Would call.
- Why call?
- I smiled.
- Lida and I decided that we should take fresh and not afraid.
- I am in this form. Obviously not fresh. - Vick retreated deep into the corridor, passing us.
- And already scared.
- You do not listen to him. His jokes are silly. - Lidka grabbed him by the elbow.
- Come on. And don't worry about him, not small, he knows what to do.
- And then! “Of course I did.”

Hot water, boiling water, tea and a set of jam. And all this is served on a tray, and jam in saucers. And here is the whole still-life of the patient file in bed. While I was messing around in the kitchen, being surprised at some of the gadgetry devices, Lidka put the beauty on the bed, unfolded it with the rear, and at that moment, when I brought tea luxuries on the tray, I rubbed naked, but to the waist, Vika was a wonderful Chinese drug that consisted of . Vika groaned, Lidka rubbed ointment, filling the room-bedroom with wonderful aromas, but I could not help stare at such a smooth, appetizing back of my future mistress, that believe me, if it were not for Lidka and the tray, I joined.And so, putting the tray, under the strict gaze of Dicky, they say, know who is who, returned to the kitchen. On the way here, Lidka suddenly put both points firmly and completely like a man over Y. As long as she herself doesn’t say “you can,” no relationship with Victoria. And the fact that such a relationship will be and that they will be in three, she has no doubt. And she needs my help. Mostly. What she will say later. For now, know your place. I agreed to nod my head, assuring me that the member was knotted and never without her nod, instructions, permission, and only with her, and no, no.

Oh, my dear, would know what kind of web around you are lagging! Which is from my side, that is from Wiki. After all, she started something, I think. And this something does not concern me. I just feel all her behavior, or just became suspicious, stepping on this slippery path of intrigue, conspiracy, betrayal? The patient grunted, sniffled so that it was heard from the kitchen. Then everything calmed down. Carefully looking out from the corner of the corridor, I saw a pastoral picture. Vika was lying on Lidka’s knees, who was stroking her head. ABOUT!? Victoria seemed to be asleep. Nodding Lidke, what to do, was instructed by his eyes to move into the kitchen and enjoy solitude there. Well, tell me. They left Victoria's mink after four hours, when she woke up and went into the kitchen, muffling up in a handkerchief. From under a shawl protruded the lace edge of a nightgown, in the folds of the scarf guessed the chest, on which the nipples were sticking out. For some reason, the first thing I see when I look at a woman is her breasts, and then her nipples, and then, um, ass and so on. I'm a chest maniac?

- Well, what rescuers? How long did I sleep? - She was just beautiful in this form. Even the fastidious member confirmed it, turning over in his underpants.
- Tired up?
- You what. - Lidka smiled.
- Has it become easier?
- And how! - Vika sat on a chair, leaned back.
- Listen, where did you buy this thing?
- Well, here, at Lidka the shop went - and where, and how many, and how. It is better to look at something else, not Vika. On, here, this statuette. Such a naked beauty, shamefully covering the lower abdomen with a piece of cloth. Beautiful statuette. Even Vika is like. Or is it already sperm presses on the eyes?
- Like? - Vick noticed how I study the statuette.
- This is my great-grandmother. With her sculpted.
- BUT? - Not understood? Who sculpted and who?

- She posed for an Italian sculptor. He sculpted this statuette from her. He then made several copies, one model presented. - She coughed.
- You go, or else you yourself will get sick from me.

***
Our small town. Really small. But it is on a busy direction, the highway and the railway track passes through us, near the airport, which is why large airplanes sometimes fly over us, at the same time knocking out a small fraction of all the windows in the houses. And in general, sometimes there are more roadways in the city than residents. But this is so, a lyrical digression. For on Saturday we met Olga with a child. Yurka flew to us in a wagon, where he loaded the belongings, acquired by righteous labor far from his homeland. Why, all the efforts of meeting, accommodation, etc., fell on the shoulders of mom-dad one and two times, and, partially, ours. Vanity, vanity and vanity. But when an envelope was given in my hands with an obligatory instruction in which Vitaly Yuryevich slept, I even sweated with excitement. I do not know why, but such a pleasant feeling from this. M! And while the women puffed, cackled, messing around in the kitchen, I held the envelope, enjoying this little creature, calmly sleeping, the warmth of not only the envelope, but also mine. The return home ended after the lock on our front door clicked. I took off my raincoat with her stocking, threw my jacket on him. Lidka backed away, but I pulled her waist close, pulled the turtleneck.

- What for? - She obediently raised her hands. Resistance is futile. I do not resist when she pulls my shirt off, she does not resist when I take off her clothes. Established parity, in which the exception is only "those very days," that is, menstruation.
- Because I love you. - My shirt fell under our feet.
- You have no idea how! - And I.- She clung to me, we merged in a long kiss, allowing our hands to explore the long-known mountains, hollows, hollows of each other's bodies. Body geography is a science that can never get bored. Every time something new opens. Like now, for example. Little hollow on the waist from the pantyhose gum. But under the breast a small strip of wetness - sweat from the heat of my body.
- Hire a skirt?
- What for? - Crumpled skirt settled at the waist, and pantyhose with panties rolled down to the knees.
- And how do you think to do it? - She condescendingly smiled.
- Very simple. - She gasped, lifted by me.

We have a bedside table in the hallway - a wide one, onto which we throw keys and stuff, and inside we keep herds of shoes.
- I think the nightstand will not mind.
- And in the corridor will hear? ...