Spring has come, summer has come, thanks to the party for that. Uncle Lesha again plowed in the cottage to spud potatoes and cover the roof. Marina gave the session, then went to her parents, then returned, collected a bag and, it seems, pulled her hair with her show ballet. In September, when she returned, short-haired and hushed, Uncle Lesha went on vacation and again got stuck at the dacha with the harvest and grandson. Their Anka recently gave birth to a second, and his wife did not get out of her daughter. And they threw him the eldest. Coming out of the holidays in dank October, he immediately caught a cold back and rumbled to the hospital. After a week of injections and rubbing with his wife’s caring hands, he felt a bit better, tomorrow he had to go to the discharge. Uncle Lesha, waking up, lay on his stomach, thoughtfully listening to the morning erection. That is what is called, feel better. There were specific desires ... I want to smoke, for example. It seems to him or not: pulls from somewhere cigarette smoke. Uncle Lesha in his shorts, walking awkwardly, stomped into the kitchen. Here, bitch, is worth: what he just needs ... Opened the kitchen door. And ohrenel. By the window in a chair, smoked Marinka smoked.

Uncle Lesha sank out of surprise and hid behind himself.

- Marin, what are you doing? Not in class ...

Marina glancing at him negatively shook her head and, releasing smoke, turned to the window, hiding tears.

Uncle Lesha somehow managed to cope with himself and feeling a little awkward in negligee, went into the kitchen, sat down on a stool at the table and stared at Marinka. She looked unimportant: some kind of blurred, with circles under her eyes, in a silly balaclava sundress ...

Marina was stoically silent, looking somewhere deep into herself, so she turned away thoughtfully, closed her eyes - and burst into tears again. Unrestrained, sobbing:

- Uncle Loooooshaaa! I am pregnant! Che-tyr-nad-nedeel. Zaaamuzh me go naaaaaaaaaaaa !!!

Damn it, it's not easier from hour to hour.

- You, this, Marin, calm down! - Uncle Lesha said, quietly fucking. - You calmly tell who is pregnant with whom to marry?

- For Igorkaaaa !!!

“For this one of yours, perhaps, skinny ...” He almost blurted out “dickhead,” but he bit his tongue in time: what a sad thing now for a girl!

- Yeah !!! And I do not want !!!

- How “I don't want it”! Does he marry?

- Yeah, he just waits for this, he made me a child. His parents are rich, they bought us an apartment. And I do not like evoooo ... - Marinka was filled with natural sobs.

Uncle Lesha was dizzy. Here, women who want to drive crazy!

- Give me here! “He took a cigarette from her.” Made a couple of greedy puffs and threw out the window. He opened the window wider, dispersing the smoked air. - You're not a girl indulge. - Strictly he said. - The child is not guilty of anything, and there is nothing to poison him with any rubbish. And get married get married. The child needs a father. Moreover, he loves you. Moreover, there is money. You will live - do not torment. A child in abundance grow up. And you get bored - you'll get a lover. Or two. With money, everything is possible. Go here! - He drew her to his lap. He whispered in his ear: - Why are you so nervous? Do not fuck him or something, eh, Marink?

Marina shook her head sadly.

“Mom doesn't allow it,” she said sobbing. - He says it is harmful in the early stages. She herself had three miscarriages before Igor. They have appointed a wedding in three months, the apartment is being repaired for us. They say, while separately live. She said: they will visit me every day. I took the academy academy ...

“Damn you," Mom "! - Uncle Lesch pissed off. - You take her to bed with you, what do you put? Listen to everyone! Tea depends on the body. I fucked my Ninka from the first to the last day. And Anka gave birth - how she shot Well, you are, Marinka, a dancer: you have both musculature and stretching. What else will be thought out! A pregnant woman needs caress too, you are calm - the baby is well.Marina was sitting on his lap, clinging to her shoulder with her bobbed head. She stopped sobbing and calmed down. Her ass under the sundress pleasant warmly pressed on the not really had time to calm down member. Uncle Lesha reached under the long hem, moving him upstairs. With another trembling hand, embracing Marina with it, I grabbed the elastic hemisphere of the enlarged breast into my palm.

“You once sounded, Marinka,” he whispered in her ear, caressing her neck with his agitated breathing, “hormones, you say, twig ...

Marina closed her eyes and groaned softly.

- Uncle Lesha, maybe not ...

- How not to! How not to! - Uncle Lesch hissed passionately and angrily in his ear, letting his fingers into his swollen, wet pussy, whispering and indulging. He firmly, passionately, kissed her on the lips, pawing her nipples. Marina arched, all moving towards. - Now we will fuck you in the best possible way, - Uncle Lesha whispered, - neatly and sweetly. - He was choking with excitement. - One hundred years not fucked pregnant. More precisely, twenty-five, as Anka was born. You are there now, mmmm ... - he closed his eyes. - Smooth and sweet!

He pulled off her over the head sundress and some worn pants. He set himself before him, clenching his knees, admiring. The tummy rounded and gently bulged forward. Breasts noticeably heavier and looked a little down. She is somehow all pleasantly, femininely filled with sweet juice, as if beckoning and calling: “Fuck me soon, see how sensual, overweight, regal, sweet bitch I am!”

- Come on, sit down yourself! - He called Lyosha, quickly getting out of his pants. - Spread your thighs, I'll look at you! His sturdy member, ready for battle, protruded upward from bushy thickets.

Marina, spreading her legs and leaning heavily on his shoulders, began to squat, carefully sitting down with spreading wet lips on the helpfully substituted her body. Round head relish fell into a swollen, slippery vagina.

- Aaahhh! - Marina breathed, sitting down until it stops.

Uncle Lesha excitedly, with emotion and excitement, admired her, holding her chest. Marina slightly shook her hips, as if tasting her feelings. Feeling off scale. Excitement was unreal. She was bursting with the desire to fuck rough and long.

- Do not deny yourself anything! - A tempting snake whispered by the name of Uncle Alex. - Fuck on health! Only you will be stronger!

Wet pussy wet pussy firmly pressed his eggs to the stool. Uncle Lesha felt the instability of their situation.

- Wait a minute, he said, lifting Marina and moving to the wall all the way. Restraining the wall and feeling confident, pulled Marina up, re-seated and said:

- Now - come on!

Wow, wow, wow! - Marina jumped on him a hefty frog, pouring juice and ivy on his eggs. Her breasts with dark nipples were shaking right in front of him, touching the fluff on his chest. Their bellies were in contact - their uncle is solid, beer, with a hairy path down from the navel, and Marinin is smooth, neat, moon-white, perfectly rounded, with a slightly bulging navel. Belly like kissing like living, and could not without each other. And there, below, below them, the Marinins' swollen, dark labia plumped against the base of his sinew member, squeezing out lubricant, irritating, exciting, and the enlarged clitoris rubbed against his shaggy pubis.

Uncle Lesha could only close his eyes and enjoy the sensations. Sensations, I must say, were still those! Marina with all her weight sweetly curved his cock and eggs, without giving him a second's respite. Uncle Lesha sighed and stifled, powerfully fucked Marina from the heart. She scolded in earnest, throwing her head, slapping her hips and shaking her breasts.

- Vvvvvvv ... Oooooh ... Ah-ah-ah-ahhh ... - It was some kind of enchanting fucking. Uncle Lesha with one hand held her tailbone, directing, and the other lightly pinching her dry nipples, feeling drops of colostrum on his fingers. “Damn, you can end it now!” - he thought, and finished with all the dope, shuddering with his whole body, wheezing and pouring loose, swollen vaginal mucosa with sperm. He breathed heavily. Marinka, souring ...