Then she said clever words: “Because, the idiot himself ...”

I'm still a man, because I did not follow her words. The business was busy. The velvet of her hips studied my hands. Slightly touching the strip of fabric that covered the innermost ... But here.
Larka is not only a woman. She is a strong woman. She twisted me on the couch so that I was left without a top (the shirt somehow ran off somewhere right away) and my back to it.
But I did not long feel the emptiness. Two solid hills with two sharp spikes rested against my back. We both froze for a moment, realizing that we were sinning ... But to that understanding, I added something else. So how did Larka keep herself well in her 46? Not an extra gram, not a hint of cellulite ... And her boobs. What can I say, young girls can envy. Especially those who do not have them at all ...

Another froze from the other. This is not all mine. This all belongs to San Sanychu ...
But I could not stop myself, and even more so. It is magical, elastic, desirable.

slid along my back from top to bottom, bottom to top ... And in my ear I also heard the magic whispering ..
I will not convey verbatim. I do not want to discredit my counterpart ...
But, what, guys, happened next! I heard about it, but did not believe ... I did not believe that it was real. My back got wet. I was fooled by what was happening! Larkin breast began to exude. They poured ... I repeat, I was told about this, but I somehow treated with a chuckle. Grinning, not believing ...
And now the confirmation of those words.

Larkin stiff nipples emanated juice. They seemed to write letters on my back. Where they were concerned, something very wet-pleasant remained ...
Who would be indifferent? I could not.
Larka was still clinging to me.
And I put my hand on the journey.
... Devils here, after all we are forty years old. More able (not mighty, but able).
A little finger touched the back of her between the legs. She led.
- Aaaaa ...
“Lara,” I closed her lips with a cry, crushing under me. - Mom is sleeping ...
- And I do not care. I want you!

I have met in such situations with different women in different cities of Russia. But I saw those eyes for the first time. Although the light was extinguished. A street lamp had just burst into the room.
I put my lips to them. You may not believe it, but they gave me words. I kissed those eyes and heard what they were saying.
They told me a lot. About how hard it has been for these past four years. How she is scared now, the remaining one, a woman. How she wants ... How she wants right now and it is me ...
But you are all libertines. You wonder what happened next ...
It was ... It was ... Everything was ..

Lark allowed to kiss her breasts. What do you mean allowed? This means, with my tongue, I touched her nipple, squeezing with my hand the elastic roundness that fits in it. And then snarling, dug into her lips, teeth. The second hand did the same with the other. Myal, pressed, caressed that was near. Regretting about one thing that I can not tear myself, that I cannot touch two nipples at once with my tongue ...
Moron! Why can't? I moved the two balls together, slightly pressing my fingers on top. And now I can pull these two elastic rods with my tongue right away ...
Something terrible was happening with Larka ... Maybe she would have screamed, but she didn’t have the strength to do it. Forces remained with her only on moans. She squeezed my head, pulling closer to her, dug into her hair, like a drunk driver in the reins. Her body wriggled under my serpent ... We both went crazy ... Without reaching the Main ...

While not reaching.
My tongue, unfortunately, is not so long, it walks around Larkin’s body, neck, ear and eye touches ... It comes over its red lips ...
And I feel that I can no longer restrain myself ... But, you will laugh, until the last moment I was not sure that I would not get in the face. Which stopped, braked.
It was all easy. The lightning on my jeans creaked under her fingers, and my captain of the first rank for a long time from the gentle touch instantly translated himself

yourself in admiral status.
“It's insane to be with us now,” her lips whispered.
I covered them with my own, and did not let go for a long time.
“Yes,” I breathed out.
At the same time it was like a race horse before the start. I was shaking.
To me, who has not had a woman for two years after she broke up with his wife, and in the knight's armor, she would have seemed more than desirable.
Lark, the ass, lay beneath me in a semi-penjuar, a semi-nachnushka. And everything ... She was all wide open to me ... Her hand had long been wandering between my legs, and she, too, was shaking.
I could not restrain myself anymore.

I pulled the cap off the admiral and brought the bare flagpole closer to the hidden ...
And here there was an embarrassment. But not from my side.
... Larka turned over on her side, her back to me. She lay with her head turned to the side. Slightly sobbing.
- Sasha ... I really want you. But I do not know what is happening to me ...
Occurred obviously crap. Everything seems to be correct, everything seems to be normal. But my admiral could not get through to the captain’s bridge. As if, the invisible belt of celibacy was put on Larka. From the inside. Hold defense.

I refused to attack, lay down on the side and squeezed Larisku hands. Caressing her breasts.
- What are you, fool ... But you are perfect. Nothing like that happened ... Just ... Just, you had nothing like that, you say it yourself, for four years. Maybe that's why it does not work ...
- I ... I ... I ... You are very bad now. I know. I will help you...
We lay on a very narrow sofa. But they were very compact. It was raining outside the window. And from the hair of Larki there was a heavenly scent. The room was dark. We did not turn on the light. I squeezed her in my arms and wanted it to be like this forever. Her hand slipped to where I was very hard. Slightly fingered her fingers, she shook her hand down, then up. Then down again. And up again ... I was extremely grateful to her. And he thanked her for it with his hand between her legs.
How long did this go on? I do not know. The bitten ones were already mine and her lips ... But then the finger of my hand accidentally fell somewhere there. Feeling something wet, viscous ...

I did not speak words. He sharply turned Larka, lay down on her and slightly entered her as a member, slightly opening her lips. She was silent, turning her head away again, grimacing. I read pain on her face. But it was, I understood, a sweet pain for her.
And yet, it was a victory for me. My Waterloo.
I swung forward slightly. Larkin's legs twitched, moved towards me. I worked only head, without going far. And it was marvelous. Like a virgin spud. Larka did not say anything, only breathing became more and more noisy ... And more moisture appeared. When I felt it, I decided to try to measure a little deeper the depth of our capabilities. And I ... no, we did it. Half went. The fences, the slingshots, the gates, incomprehensible for me, and for Lark herself, were collapsing. It was getting easier to move. It was as if someone from the side began to generously give the old car engine the best lubricants ...

Everything. Can. To the full depth. I understood. And clutching Lark to him, he entered it completely.
What words to convey the happiness that we both then experienced? I froze my body, kicking lark over me. She froze too, and also thanked me with her lips ...
Everything. The package was unpacked ... I moved back and forth, increasing the pace.
- Sasha, more, more ... - whispered her lips.

I thought madness was over. But it turned out that it did not come yet ...
An elusive movement (a woman, she is a cat. No - a panther!) Lark jumped out from under me. And with my soft, cat paws, turn me on my back. Slightly touched my lips and slowly, touching my chest, led her kisses down all over her body. When her lips touched my log, I almost howled. How long was this happiness - a minute ... Or maybe eternity?
Now I was plasticine in her hands.

And she was able to create shapes from this pliable material. Riding me like a stubborn stallion. And passing no less obstinate between his legs, clasping his upper "lips". So I moved on, crushing my hands.
Now I crawled under her "viper", trying to enter it.
“Not now, not now, not now ...” I heard her voice above me.
And then she collapsed all over me, and with her fingers created the right direction.
Everything that came next is remembered with difficulty ...I only remember the end of that madness. Their shots (well, if in the first act a gun hangs on the wall, then in the third it is obliged to shoot?)
My every shot was accompanied by a scream.

Then Claudia Ivanovna knocked on the door ... Mama San Sanych.
- Larisa, are you all right?
Larka was breathing loudly, clinging to me. I, too, was still far from competent perception of the environment.
Women are stronger than men. In every way. And the more of those that are associated with emotions. Adequate.
Larka, still clinging to me, put her finger on my lips.
“Everything is fine, Claudia Ivanovna,” she said in a quite tolerable, sleepy voice. - I had a bad dream ...

“Okay,” Claudia Ivanovna sighed loudly and shuffled into her room.
... We lay huddled and not leaving each other for another two minutes.
“That's it,” Lariska said. - Will sleep.
And with all the irrational logic peculiar to women, going out of me turned on the nightlight.
- I'm gonna take a shower...
I'm still grateful to Lark for that too. For this its irrationality in logic. Because in the cutting darkness after the light, he saw white, drooping drops between her toes, covering her hand between her legs with her hands.
The hundredth part of what I left in her is ...

Instead of an afterword.

We then did not call back, and did not meet.
On the anniversary of San Sanych at the cemetery, I arrived alone. Put two cloves. He took a quarter of vodka and two pre-purchased plastic cups. Splashed. One put next to the put nails. Only it was sipped ...
“Pour me too,” sounded behind her back.
The time was in the evening. There were almost no people in the cemetery. Alive.
Turned around. Lariska stood by the fence. In a chic black leather coat. Black scarf ...
I only had two cups. I handed her my. He nodded his head. She drank. I swallowed from the bottle. Paused.

- How are you? She asked.
- Nothing, everything ... I'm spinning. And how are you?
- Everything is fine too ..
At the exit from the cemetery, we parted.
“I'm on the subway,” I said.
- And it is more convenient for me on the tram ... Do you remember?
- I remember, of course ... I remember everything
“Okay,” she snapped. - Bye then..
- Do not perish. Call
- You too..
... We have not met again.