The long shift came to an end. Factory walk-through pulled out from its gut a crowd of people of different ages, mostly male. Tired, sweaty men mobbed along a wide road to the nearest tram stop. Among them was Ivan Petrovich Kuznetsov, senior master, five minutes to the foreman. This news came to him no more than two hours ago, so Ivan Petrovich did not go along with everyone, but went to the nearest store and bought himself a bottle of vodka. I went to the house on foot, on the way I was attached to the bottle. Having bought another one in a stall near the house, the man entered his porch and went up to the floor he needed.

Trying not to make any noise, I opened the door of the apartment with a key and entered the hallway. There was a bit of double vision before my eyes - vodka drunk on the way made itself felt. Suddenly the door of the room opened, a small, thin girl appeared. Seeing Ivan Petrovich, she quietly oyknula, wringing the floor of the robe.

- Good evening, Ivan Petrovich, I ... I go to the bathroom and sleep, she said, embarrassed.

- Good night! - added a little reddening, the maid added, and on her bare foot she seedled into the bathroom.

It was Masha, daughter-in-law of Ivan Petrovich Kuznetsov, the young wife of his son, Mikhail. Mikhail worked as a security guard in a bank - every three days Masha spent the night alone.

Despite what he had drunk, the man was ready to swear that for a split second he clearly saw the girl’s bushy black crotch between the floors of her robe and white breasts, which means that the robe was wearing a naked body. Continuing to think about what he had seen, the man took off his shoes, took off his jacket, and with the bag in his hand went to the kitchen, sat down at the table.

From the bathroom came the sound of pouring water. Ivan Kuznetsov rubbed the glass and filled it almost to the brim with white liquid from the bottle. He had a holiday today, but the daughter-in-law mixed all the cards. The sound of flowing water has changed the motive ...

Ivan's wife, Anna Sergeyevna Kuznetsova, a beautiful, still quite young woman, passed away three years ago. Accident. And how he loved her ... And the sex that they had, many young people could envy. Almost every night, Ivan buravil Anna's fluffy bosom of his, not for years a strong member. He stuck his lips in strong, without a gram of silicone, elastic breasts, without the slightest hint of flabbiness. And he licked her vagina like a sweet honey. And Anna sucked his heroic member - like a candy, clasping her head with full, pink lips ... And then at one point it was all over ...

The sound of flowing water broke off. The man slapped the table with an empty glass, grimaced, and immediately filled it again. Maria came out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around her wet dark hair.

- Oh, God, Anna ... - Ivan Petrovich whispered slightly audibly, staring a dull look at the girl.

In fact, Masha was not at all like the tragic death of Anna Kuznetsova, but the vodka drunk in the man’s head told him otherwise. Making a move, trying to get up, Petrovich, in impotence, sank into a chair.

- Good night! - Masha hastily disappeared around the corner, a second later there was a knock on the door of the room being closed.

Ivan Petrovich knocked another portion of vodka down his throat ...

After the departure of his wife, Ivan did not drink himself, did not spree, and did not even lay hands on himself. Having gone to work, he asked himself for the longest shifts, and now he was almost the foreman. Yes, and at the end of the tunnel, a light appeared - Misha found himself a good, kind and beautiful girl, got married. Recently here hinted to him about the possible replenishment of the family ...

The last drops fell into the glass, barely hiding the bottom. Holding his hand to the table, Petrovich bent down and took out a new bottle from the package, bought in that very tent, near the house ...

Ivan himself never found another woman, and, speaking the truth, he didn’t really look for anything. But sometimes, as a rule, taking a shower, he closed his eyes, wrapped his palm around an almost combat-ready member.Before him stood Anna, her gorgeous, sweet body, as before, attracted and attracted Vanya, as she affectionately called her, a cheerful, slightly lascivious smile circled his head, and large, ripe breasts eclipsed his whole sick mind.

He pushed his hand between the legs of the woman and drove her back and forth, fiddling Anna's labia with the edge of his hand, speeding up the pace, drops of her juice splashed in different directions, richly wetting his palm and her black “fur coat”, but this was in our thoughts. But in reality - sperm was squirting from a twitching member, clenched with a palm, exactly on the tile of the wall ...

- Anna ... Anna! - drunken voice, but extremely demanding, Petrovich called his imaginary wife.

The answer was silence. So what! He himself will come to her! Now I will get up ... and I will come!

Stretching out his arms, the peasant rose from the table, knocking over the started bottle of C2H5OH. Holding his hands by the walls, he stumbled into the corridor, and, like a spider on the wall, holding both hands by the wall - into the room of the daughter-in-law.

I pushed the door and without looking, I flopped my ass on the bed.

The room was lit only by the light of street lamps, penetrating through the window of the room. On the bed, under the blanket guessed female silhouette. Masha was lying on her side, slightly pulling her legs to her chest, wrapped in a blanket.

- Leave ... Ivan Petrovich ... Go to bed - in the darkness a quiet car sounded a voice.

There were notes of fear and tears in her voice.

- Yes, yes, daughter ... Of course - Ivan Petrovich slightly squeezed the blanket over the girl's ankle, somehow got to his feet and walked away from the room.

The girl pulled her legs under the blanket even closer to the chest.

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Cold water cleared the mind and head, returning to reality. The man straightened over the bathroom, shook his head. Devilry. Leaving the corridor, Ivan, with an almost level gait, reached the front door and went out onto the stairwell. He stood a little, thought and pressed the call button of the neighbor's apartment ...

- If there is - pour - Petrovich said weakly, laying his hands on the table.

Vasily, Ivan's bosom friend, splashed into a glass and wrapped the cap on the bottle.

- Fuck her! Forces are no longer tolerated! - Vanyushechka drained capacity.

- Who are you ... fuck? - Vasily scared widened his eyes.

- Annie, my wife ... - Petrovich shook his head, pointing toward his apartment, and covered his face with his hands ...

- This is your daughter-in-law! - exclaimed Vasya.

Kuznetsov rose from his chair and unbuttoned his pants with a trembling hand. Above the table appeared erect member. Vasily opened his eyes in horror. And Ivan turned around and with unbuttoned pants, rushed to the exit of the apartment. Jumping out onto the landing, Petrovich broke into his door. Near the door of the room in which Masha was, he stopped and pressed his forehead against the wall. This is where Vasily overtook him.

- Wan, come to your senses! What's the matter?! - Vasily frantically shook his friend by the shoulder.

- Get away! - Ivan Petrovich pushed his friend and abruptly opened the door of the room.

Sharply turned on the light and rushed to the bed. Masha screamed, huddled under the blanket. The man pulled the blanket from the girl, snarling, threw it aside. On Masha there was a thin white nightie and the same white sleeping shorts. Huddled at the very head of the bed, the girl began screaming and calling for help. The excited member of the man sticking out of his pants seemed to strengthen even more. Kneeling on the bed and grabbing the girl with his hands on his ankles, Ivan, that he had the strength pulled her to him. Hitting her head against the wall, the girl flattened herself in front of Ivan Petrovich with her legs divorced to the side.

- Help! - Voraciously screamed a man Vasily ...

From the materials of the criminal case: I did not want to use violence against citizen Kuznetsova M. A. Since childhood, I. P. Kuznetsov had an influence on me, taking advantage of my weak character ...
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Vasily, hesitating, went up to the bed and pressed the hands of the girl and all her weight, not giving her the opportunity to resist. Masha screamed, writhing with her whole body, trying to bite Vasily's ear. Ivan raskoryachil their legs, pressed them to the bed girl's knees ...