calmed down, and even, on the contrary, strengthened. Pulling on the panties, tucked in and buttoned, we went out. Suddenly we saw her husband. He sat a few meters from the door where we had just mated. The rain from the roof dripped onto his cap, trousers and jacket. It seems he was dozing. Kuma approached him, began to shake. Then we picked him up and took him home again. The man mumbled something, called her a prostitute, a whore, but obediently walked, led by us, through puddles, on grass, on dirty ground.

“I'll come to your car,” she whispered as we approached the house.
- Just put my husband to sleep and look at the child ... I no longer wanted. I wanted to sleep and did not want problems. But I waited. I waited for her for long. She knocked on the door of the cabin, and I opened, gave her hand.

I remember that she could not find the step, fell down and plopped into a puddle. At the second attempt, she climbed onto the seat like a cat. Wet like a frog, I undressed her and covered her with a blanket. Having quenched my thirst after so violent sex, to my shame, I already felt that my ardor had died away. But she, apparently, who had not seen a caress for a long time, perhaps, realizing that she needed to repeat herself, attacked my listless member with hope, faith and love. After several movements with my mouth and tongue, my dick rebelled and became ill fit in her small mouth. Another moment and he became even more, and as if she did not widely open her mouth, her sharp teeth scratched my trunk. I pushed the head into her throat several times and pulled it out.

“Get me in the mouth,” she whispered. - I have never tried this ... I do not refuse women. Especially during sex. Even if it does not fit with my logic. I took her head and rigidly began to stick on the penis, but still did not lose control. Perhaps this is due to the slight scratching of her tooth over the entire base of the penis. Perhaps neatness with women — transferred by genes, perhaps instinct — but it was safe and good for her. It was good for her and me. But to move to the 69 position, as if in gratitude, I still did not want to. At the first date, I did not want to lick strangers. I took a towel, wiped it between her legs, and put my middle finger in the vagina as deep as possible. “Here to you my gratitude! - I joked mentally. - And here ... here ... here ... "
“Another one,” she murmured. I did not understand at first ... then it came. I added a middle finger to the middle. And repeated the act of gratitude. The other hand stretched and massaged the buttocks.
- One more, - arching her ass moaned in sweet exhaustion. Honestly, my fingers are far from musical, and when I tried to shove the third, index finger, I realized that I would tear it up. She liked it, she wanted.

"Well, well ... in still waters ..." - I thought. She surrendered to all the passion and, probably, was ready to be torn as long as I thrust another one. She wanted to, but I was thinking!
“Let me better put a member of you, it is longer,” suggested the girl, “you can insert your fingers at any moment when you remember this evening,” I joked again in my mind. And as a feather turned her a hundred and eighty degrees. Rush to the most eggs shoved a member in her hot womb. Fucked her for a minute or two.
- Oh! “Quiet, someone's coming,” she whispered. I raised myself on my arms and, indeed, twenty meters from the car, I saw her husband, who was slapping past through puddles in the direction of the house where we were staying.
“Husband,” I said quietly. - We see you looking for. My dick began to lose its former hardness again. - Maybe you will go home? While he walks. And then he will grow sober in the rain, and then he will calculate you for sure, ”suggested the girl.
“If only I couldn’t go here to check,” she said in dismay.
- No, he has already passed by. Went to your godfathers.
“Then, once again, give me the fuck with cancer fast, and I will run,” asked Kuma.

But I did not want anything, or rather, I could not.
“Well, come on,” she impatiently began to ask, podrachivaya not completely fallen my not absolutely rod. At the first movements the member acquired former rigidity.Stuck in quickly, I began to touch the uterus again, and the soft snuffing from the vagina told me about the rod’s lost power over any other instruments of voluptuousness. Everything was fine, even though the alarm did not leave me. In me, the spirit of the Viking-invader again awoke. And her fearlessness turned me on in earnest. “If only she didn’t scream,” a thought flashed through me when I started to finish, and then she followed, but she let out some kind of victorious roar of a lioness. There was a light in the courtyard. It was evident that Sveta led the godfather and said something to him.

“Let's jump out of the door,” I tell my lady, “and run home.” The second time did not have to repeat. Kissing and thanking goodbye, she jumped out of the car noiselessly and splashed to her home. In a cabin in a minute knocked.
- Vitali, you did not see the godfather? - asked Light. - And then her husband is looking for.
“There she is, with him,” I heard the voice of my godmother husband.
- What do you mean? - pretending sleepy, I asked.
- Kuma did not see? - repeated Sveta.
- Well no. She stayed at home with her husband.
- Is there exactly her in the cabin? - asked the man.
- Well, climb - check, - I suggested.

He really opened the door and began to clamber into the cabin with difficulty. A couple of times having broken off an inconvenient step and being in the mud, he did not repeat any more attempts.
“Sveta, well, look in,” he told the hostess.
- She's not at home. Sveta also tried to get into the cabin, and even though I gave her a hand, she jumped off and said that she looked and there were no kums in the cabin. Taking his arm, the young mistress led him to his house, convincing him that he was not looking for his wife well. “But now they will definitely find her,” I thought, and began to coax in a sleeping bag.