Uncle Alex opened his eyes. Wow enough sleep - right up to half past eleven. Actually, it happened by chance. Uncle Lesha worked at the factory in the first shift. But yesterday, late in the evening, they called and asked to leave for the second. So, still half a day at his disposal. My wife is long gone. You have to go to the kitchen yourself. It seems, it was necessary to buy bread. Pulling on his homemade pants and scratching his hairy beer belly, Uncle Alex went out into the corridor and froze.

There were sounds from Marinka's room. Yopt! She is in the classroom.

Marinka was his great-nephew, more precisely, a non-resident uncle-niece of his wife, who entered the ballet school in their city. Parents persuaded them to hand her an empty room. There would be a reason on both sides: for Marinka's parents, it is inexpensive by acquaintance, close to school, and most importantly - a girl under the supervision of relatives. Uncle Lesha and his wife were not against it either: their adult daughter got married a long time ago and lived separately, the wife constantly mocked to nurse with her grandson. The room was empty anyway. And then at least some, but money. The main condition was to live quietly and not to bring anyone to visit. And so far everything has been quiet. Marinka lived like a mouse: home - study, sometimes went somewhere, it was not late to return. So passed almost the entire first course. Uncle Lesha, for fun, a couple of times in the absence of his wife, as if by chance trying to lock her in the doorway. The girl was thin, but taut, so interesting. Dancer, cho. But Marinochka gazed at him reproachfully from bottom to top, and, without answering the jokes, sidled past. Quiet, in short ... Was.

Uncle Lesha listened. Sounds coming from the room were of unequivocal origin. It was difficult to make a mistake. "Maybe what porn included?" - Flashed the last clue. He walked cautiously to the door itself, stopped like a tiger on a hunt. I listened. Behind the door, something rhythmically pounded, groans rang out, so the rhythm sped up, the moans rained down with frequent shot, screams sounded, something fell. No, this is definitely not a movie!

Uncle Lesha jerked open the door and was stunned: Marinka in an open robe, legs up and moaning, was shaking on his ottoman, and a skinny guy swirled in his orgasmic cramps in his orgasmic cramps. Their moans merged into one. The guy buried his shaggy head between the Marinkin breasts, tearing with his pelvis in the last flight, and gradually dying down, quietly slid off her.

- Soooo! Wow, that you came up with! - Uncle Lesha happily boomed from the door. - And I thought, Marina, you came here to study! And you, why here, it turns out!

He was full of self-control, scorn, ridicule, and something else that dimly rose from the inside.

Both started and stared at him blankly. Marinka's face was distorted by such feelings that Dahl’s dictionary could not possibly describe them all. The guy with the speed of sound jumped off the ottoman, frantically pulling a used condom off a fallen member, jumped into his pants in one fell swoop, pulled on a T-shirt and, stuffing his own pants into his pocket, flew past Uncle Lesha with a bullet, mumbled something like “Sorry!”

Marinka quickly sat down, waving herself in a bathrobe. But he had already managed to see everything that was needed. Tits are not bad, somewhere is a double with large dark nipples flushed from love stimulation, a slender waist, pumped up choreographic legs, a dark, wet, disheveled triangle of pubis, a trimmed pinked ass. Nothing like that, in general.

- Uncle Alex, you're at work! - Scaredly and perplexedly she squeezed out.

- So you, like, also in the classroom. And what if everything is at work, so it is possible to engage in all sorts of indecencies and males to drive? - He grinned. - We agreed, it seems.

- This is ... this is my young man! - Shepetala Marinka. - We are all serious.

- Ahhh ...Well, seriously, let him look for where to fuck you. And today, seriously with one, tomorrow with another. Have you decided to make friends with me and Aunt Nina?

He frankly ran, starting up more and more. Dark nipples and a wet hairy triangle did not give rest. Marinka blinked, cringing and wrapping herself in a bathrobe. And Uncle Alex all thundered:

- What do you want me to call parents? Fly out of here like a bird! Go then look for a room for the money!

- Uncle Lesha, - pleaded Marinka, - do not, please do not tell anyone! I will no longer. She looked at him frightened, tears drowned in her eyes.

Uncle Lesha softened. Went to waddle, sat down next to the couch.

- You will not be more, you say? Never ever? - Chuckled good-naturedly.

Marina shook her head in dismay.

- And how will you live, eh? Without this, after all, it is impossible, - sympathetically Basil Uncle Lesch, getting closer and closer. Did not give peace triangle. - Did you like it?

Marinka looked down. She did not understand where he was going. And Uncle Alex is all flared up and flared up.

- So now guys fuck you? Well, at least, fuck something, eh? - Sly he nudged her shoulder. - Come on, I suppose, and not finished with this obsoskom? - He looked at her intimately. - I did not finish, I see. It is necessary to think, to whom to give, squad!

His hand plopped down on her knee, sliding the robe open, and crawled higher and higher.

- Why did not you say that you want sex, eh? Uncle Alex native always would help you. And you shy away from me, and some hacks are dragging you home. - Uncle Lesch said reproachfully. His fingers slowly, but brazenly reached the cherished limits, buried their hair in the lips, heart pounding. Marina sat like frozen eyes closed and bit her lip, wincing.

- Let's agree: I am not telling anyone about anything. And we solve your sexual problems together, okay? - Strong fingers with might and main shook between wet petals. Marina's lacquers parted themselves, her hips leaned forward, and he was surprised how easy it all was. Looks like a nedotrahana girl, but maybe, on the contrary, entered the taste. He was more than a hand. Now the main thing - do not frighten off!

- Uumnitsa, what are you uumnitsa, well, come on, come on, sit down, here, how good! - He melodiously persuaded her, simultaneously opening his robe with his other hand, spreading out hanging breasts with dark nipples. Fingers pinched this elastic beauty, pulled down. Oh! This is a sight! Sits with legs splayed, in a robe thrown open, with insane eyes perching on his wet fingers, and he pulls her down from her tits. Dick already stood, as in a parade, feeling a pleasant meeting soon. He took her pen, crumpling the sheets, stuck it to his gum home pants.

- Touch it! Like? - Proudly asked Uncle Lesch, lowering his pants. Its thick is not that long, but quite expressive beater sway in inguinal bushy thickets. - Marina, with wide eyes, squeezed his hand, timidly running her fingers over the skin. Uncle Lesha covered her pen with his hand, squeezed, forcing him to move up and down. Marina looked at his cock in all eyes. Looks like it!

- Well, what, like? This is not your finger! Let us now fuck you normally, so that you no longer want to carry any worms into the house.

Along the way, piling his pants, he piled her onto the bed, finally freeing him from his robe. Slightly squeezed his fragile throat, stroking, sliding his hand to his chest. She did not resist. As if stopped and waited for something.

- Uncle Lesha always say if you want to fuck. Uncle Lesha is always there, no need to go far. I will teach you everything, you will receive pleasure every day. - He rubbed on her hips with his mighty housekeeping and, pinching his ass from below, whispered obscenity in his ear.

Oh, what are you doing! She rolled her eyes, as many as the squirrels are visible, and she spreads her legs, rubs her cheesecake about his belongings. And there - a mountain stream, clean as a tear. And silent, silent, Like a partisan.

- But it is necessary to shave! - He said, stroking the hairy pubis! And I enjoy it, and you, by the way. Here, try - you will understand.You will slip like clockwork and stop without stopping! ...