It was a real winter. Snow lay half a meter, a light frost, people hanging out, pink cheeks in children and girls. Strollers with mums chatting alongside.

Suddenly a snowball in the back.

- How many years...
An unexpected light kiss on the lips. The joyful face of a familiar beauty. To preempt all questions, issued in a fun-telegraph style:

- Frigid, but married, gave birth to a girl, got an apartment, a husband at sea, lost milk, help, tried everything, said it was on nervous soil.

- I run after the collective farm milk, the neighbor took a turn, come, let's talk.

Her first word alerted, probably, her hubby "compared" the Nordic royal beauty with a southern lighter and gave her a "diagnosis." The family is bursting at the seams, the milk is gone and in general ...

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She was a very pretty face, but before the child she was terribly complex about the chest (I was a “board”), but now the door was simply opened by a stunned beauty. Thin graceful lips, bright blue eyes. Robe means at least 2 size. Long promising French kiss with a breast.

- The door even shut ...

Kissing again.

* * *

“You seem to be expressing well, as I know,” began a conversation in the kitchen with a smile.

- Your faithful did not decant?

- If you want, I'll tell you a joke:

A sailor comes from the sea. Calls to his apartment. Ambal opens the door with hands wet with milk.

- Who are you? What are you doing here?

- Strain the milk to your wife.

- Go away! I'll do everything myself!

Night. Sex at seafarers is the longest in the world: put in, took out, finished, three hours fainted. Wife wakes him up: - It's time to decant, the last feeding.

It takes three days. Husband:

- This is some kind of hard labor, no sleep! No rest! Call the pumper, let him fuck and pump, and go to the ship, sleep and rest ...

* * *

- Brought Oriental medicine? - began to take off her robe, simply luxurious white-milk breasts with beautiful “horned” nipples and pink circles around them fell out.

“Grandma was a dancer ...” she began to flex the body flirtatiously, lowering her eyelashes and shaking her boobs.

- Smell will turn on the hood. Sit in front of me.
He lit a candle and began to make a fashin of the stalks of wormwood.

I have never experienced such sexual excitement before. Beautiful dark long redhead slightly curly hair, picturesque white face with thin bright lips as in Japanese engraving. She lowered her eyelashes and became so sexually attractive that she pulsed my whole body.

- I'll look for points - I will touch you (although this was absolutely not necessary)

- Okay.

She straightened her back and raised her chest.

- Look, - she smiled, - You're a healer, do not be shy!

- You have hot hands. I like. You are a real psychic.

Then she shut up, closed her eyes and began to tremble slightly body.

- Are you cold?

“I am burning, especially in the chest,” she answered slowly and somehow detachedly.

The same thing started with me ... It became difficult to breathe. The heart has become a stop, then accelerate. So, it is strongly contoured.

Her mouth opened a little, her breathing became intermittent.

- Take the chest and hold.

- Kiss Me. I want to.

- Not so much. You know how ...

Without interrupting her kiss, her hands were already pulling my shirt out of my trousers, hot, slightly sticky breasts rubbing hard nipples against my body.

The phone rang.

- Let's go to the room! She went to the phone on the table by the sofa bed and gestured to come closer.

“This is your faithful,” I said.

This is from an area unprovenly mystical:

If the wife enters into a strong contact relationship (not necessarily sex, it can be just mutual interest), even the most strolling male husband in the world is able to feel it and make itself known or come at the most critical moment.

I picked up the phone.

- Wait a minute. I'll see my daughter.

I was taken by the hand, set aside on the sofa bed, laid with the pants lowered, she quickly sat on top of me, lifted herself up and inserted into the vagina a long-aching member.She put my hands on her breasts, made several "control" movements with her pelvis, took the phone.

The excited voice of her husband in the handset confessed to her and the child in love, sent passionate kisses and, as always, with terrible force was jealous and threatened.

“I never confessed,” she whispered and at the same time licked in my ear.

Mom, like a talented actress, was in the form of the most faithful wife, all in tears, swore love to her husband, kissed him on the phone and at the same time carefully, but with taste, slid down and hit my standing member. The need to do it silently and slowly terribly excited her.

The apotheosis of love and family happiness! - I thought.

But it is clear that this was not enough for her, without interrupting the conversation, she bent down and sent the nipple into my mouth. Smiling, covering the receiver with her hand, whispered:

- Suck! This is pumping.

- Mommy's warm milk excited.

"Came" the second nipple. And so take turns.

The member swelled and was ready to erupt into wet warmth, she squeezed him tightly, held her a little tightly squeezed, and he “cooled off”.

Telephone conversation about love and devotion continued.

“I’m going to the kitchen, I want ice cream,” sounded in the conversation.

She put the phone down in a blanket. Ran to the kitchen to the refrigerator, brought a popsicle. Then she picked up the phone and began to lick and suck on ice cream and at the same time lick my rising dick with a cold tongue.

- Eskimo! - She answered the phone - helps from frigidity.

The blowjob sounds were cleverly disguised as ice cream and she turned on the “iron riser” again.

The conversation ended with ice cream. Final hot kisses on the phone ... and a blowjob.

Again a phone call. Sculpted girlfriend.

Banquet against frigidity continued. She got on all fours, raised her ass, followed by light and deep thrusts directly into the uterus. Sometimes even the uterus slightly “sucked” the head, and mommy gasped a little, to which, apparently, her interlocutor reacted with a question.

- Yes, I have a massager, I work on my chest so that the milk goes.

Again there was a period of “slow and quiet sex under a telephone conversation”.

I have inserted a big licked finger into her ass for enhancing the slow buzz. She stopped in surprise, but then she continued moving.

Once again he made a movement, such as “mistaken hole”.

She covered her hand.

- Cream on the table.

Thickly smeared member and began to massage the anus with a fat finger on the cream, then two.

She froze in anticipation. He bent his ass. He began to drive the head of the penis around the anus.

Attempt to "hack" failed ...

Again, the massage is already three fingers. The point warmed up, she already wanted to, because she abruptly broke off the conversation:

- Oh soup. I forgot. Bye Bye.

Hands spread her buttocks.

- Come on, I want!

The head passed, went tight trunk and easy end of the introduction. He took out a member. Anus throbbed.

I have to finish at least once in my life! Add cream!

Ebi!

Further movements began to accelerate. She was shaking with excitement and, finally, the sperm shot and both finished.
* * *

I was about to leave, it was too late.

- A little warm my boobs that was milk?

Then, touching her chest, happily exclaimed:

- Already gone!

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