- Ah-oh-oh-aaaa ... - Their voices merged into one. And Dimka rushed to the attack.

Nadia screamed under him, rushed to meet him. The hot Dimkin piston flew into her cave with a sweep, rushed to the final stop at the uterus with a powerful express train, resting on it, for a moment died down, slipped again and flew in again, delivering blow after blow. Nadya, clasping Dimka with her feet, pressed him to her with all her might.

- Oh!

- Oh!

- Oh!

Nadia sharply arched under Dimka, almost dropping the guy. The nails again scratched Dimonov’s long-suffering back. Nadya was shaking. In the cave beat, splashing out, an inexhaustible fountain, it seemed. Dimka froze, clinging to Nadezhda.

- Oooh. She whispered softly. - Wizard! Release it. Now it's my turn.

Now Dimka was lying on his back, and Nadia, kneeling, bent over him. Her mouth gently, but strongly hugging Dimkin member, slid it up and down, gentle, deft fingers played the guy's eggs. Dimon lay with his eyes closed, reflexively clenching and unclenching his fists, and occasionally startled. Nadia's lips and tongue were doing something inconceivable with his toy. A rod standing with a stake, at first simply shuddering at touch, now, constantly shuddering, fought against Nadia in the mouth, the lower abdomen filled with sweet, devastating weight.

- Aaaaaah ... - Dimka "opening up" lay back on the bed.

A hot, spicy fountain splashed into Nadine's mouth. Nadia, taking the main portion into her mouth, moved away a little, releasing a startling body that continued to shoot the barrel at will. Dimkina's dripping, fragrant spray fell on her face. White drops dripped down his chin, rolling down over his chest. Nadia straightened up, continuing to play with Dimkina with her hand, and then leaned over his lips.

- Share. - Nadya, kissing the guy, deftly pushed into his mouth part of the "harvested crop." - We will fall asleep with one taste on the lips.

- I agree. - Dimka, without arguing, swallowed his own sperm. - I feel good!

- And me! - Nadia, once again tightly kissed Dimona, turned her back to him. - Only you completely whacked me.

Dimka clung to her. His trunk, which had not fallen yet, discovered the entrance to the Nadkin cave. Without asking consent, Dima pushed him inside.

- Mmmm ... - Sweet Nadya purred and, squeezing her hips so that the toy does not slip out, pressed closer to the guy. - Can you still hug?

Dimka hugged her, covering his chest. And that was the last thing he realized. Sleep thick black wave covered him instantly. Dimon like in the pool failed. Sleep...

Sleep?! Dimon, suddenly startled, shook his head. The motionless, gray surface in the darkness of the quagmire lulled her with monotony. Not enough even in the middle of the swamp to fall down. The wind that drove away the clouds almost dispersed and hung over the rotten, damp, deceptively flat surface of the swamp, fog. On a faded, dim canvas spread out in front of Dimon, a strip of moonlight lay dead and blue with a death-blue stroke. Lunar? From where Luna, then, damn it, generally from the side! Meanwhile, the strip began to darken, standing out more and more brightly against the dull gray background. The outlines, blurred at first, were sharply outlined, as if from the depths they emerged, materialized, taking on a form, something similar to the road leading through a marsh, paved with thick, blackened from old age logs.

Black track! Yesterday, Dimka and found out about it. He slept soundly, without dreams, but the awakening instantly brought back memories, Strike with a burning, pulling, forcing curl into a lump of insides with pain. Oksana! Dimka, pulling his knees up to his stomach, crouched on the bed.

- Awoke? - Nadia, as if hearing, entered the bedroom. - Then get up, I'll drink you tea. Curd baked.

She sat on the bed, quickly kissed Dimka and, before he could at least turn around, leaped up easily, fluttered out of the room. Dimon climbed out from under the blanket. On the chair, on top of his jeans, lay his neatly folded panties. Already dry and clean. Mentally thanking Nadyukha, Dimon dressed and stomped into the kitchen. They sat talking about everything and nothing. And, strangely enough, Dimkin's pain receded. Did not leave at all, no. It was just easier for him with Nadya. Dimka pushed the empty cup almost with regret.

- I'll go.

- Egorovna hello and tell me thank you for such a guest. - Slyly Nadezhda smiled, took a short pause and, looking at the still reddened Dimona, laughed loudly. - Let him send more.

“That's what you are,” she added seriously already, seeing Dimka to the door, “before stomping somewhere else, go home, listen to Egorovna. In the shit something to jump, probably, you will not be late.

Nodding silently, Dimka came down from the porch. Bypassing the house, getting out on yesterday's path, did not. I went by the street. Near his gate lingered. The mind prompted to enter, and the legs were stubbornly dragged to the Oksankino house.

- Hello.

Vovka stomped past one of the village boys. After making sure that after the fight, Dimon “did not surrender anyone” to the local police officer who visited the site more than once, the local people got some respect for Dima and, although they did not consider him to be theirs, still began to greet him. And when Dimon flew out of the Oksankin of favorites, even to communicate.

- Hello. - Dimka shook outstretched hand. - Where are you driving?

- I went for cigarettes. - Vova showed just printed pack. - Will you?

Non-smoker Dimka shook his head. Vova, having got a cigarette, struck a lighter.

- To Oksanka under the windows you stamp?

- Well no. - Nodded at the gate Dimka. - Home. There may after. And what is something wrong there? You, like, too ... in the applicants.

- No, really. - Wry grinned Vovan. - Enough with me. With this girl only damn sweet.

- Speaking of devils. - Dimka suddenly remembered. “Have you heard of the swamp witch?”

- Well, you, St. Petersburg, demand! - Vovan already choked with smoke. - We have snotty kids know that it is impossible to talk about it out loud. Want to call?

- How do you know something then, just can not be out loud?

- Yes, hell ... - Shrugged his broad shoulders Vovan. - From somewhere.

- So tell me.

- I would ask my grandmother. - Frowned muttered Vovan, but meeting Dimkin's stubborn look, he gave up. - Well, in short, about a hundred years ago, the maid came to the marsh. Some kind of unhappy love happened to her. Either they got ready to give in to marry another, or a cavalier got off with it, what the guys want, but he ran away ... They make mistakes in different ways. In general, the girl went to drown. Yes, on the way to the witch gathering stumbled. I don’t know who has untouched anyone there: it’s not them, or they are hers. Only that girl became a witch and remained to live in a swamp. In the quagmire itself, where there is no progress along the normal course. But to whom she put an eye or who will start looking for her himself, she shows the path to herself. Only further as someone lucky. Whoever she likes will help him. Well, if someone isn’t in the bog, there’s plenty of room in the quagmire.

- What is so easy to take and go? - Dimon squinted incredulously.

- Yes, you, boy, did you go there? I would go better in your Peter. There, go, girls such as our Oksanka, a dime a dozen. What are you looping on her? - Vova strangely looked at Dimona. - And go small complexity. With grandma in the woods, went to the hills? Witch saw a stone in the swamp? A boulder healthy, gray so? Here you go. There is a trail to it. During the day it is not visible, and when the sun sets, the grass on the trail is covered with dew, it begins to cast with silver, like a shiny thread. It will bring to the very stone, and wait there for the nights. As the moon comes out in full force, a black path rises from the swamp. It seems to be like a flooring of logs. She will take you to the place and bring. Just not the fact that back will bring. Many, they say, went, but few returned. - Vova flicked a cigarette butt. - That's it, St. Petersburg. Well, be sure.

- Until. - Dimon pushed the gate.

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