- Dropped an umbrella in the rain. Part 1
- Dropped an umbrella in the rain. Part 2
- Dropped an umbrella in the rain. Part 3
- Dropped an umbrella in the rain. Part 4
“And my grandmother said that in no case should a girl lift a fallen umbrella, a man should lift it ...”
- My name is Anna.
- Very nice, Vyacheslav or Slava ...
- Glory, take me as a wife!
- I tensely subsided ... such an unexpected test ... a bet - love
- Yes! Yes! Yes!
Comic conversation turns into a serious passionate kissing while standing on the sidewalk ...
- I agree. You probably still need a divorce ...
- will you understand this?
- In your opinion. You are spiritually free, but you have not realized it yet ... you have the gaze of a faithful wife ...
Again, a long kiss with a breast ... Breath. Around summer velvet evening ... We sit on a bench and just speak frankly, a beautiful gray-haired elderly lady comes to us with a folded old green umbrella and says:
- We also loved to swim at night.
- I know that my girlfriend can swim perfectly, but we don’t have swimsuits and swimming trunks.
- And we loved to ride on the master's horses and swam naked! Then we rode naked to the hayloft! He drove me home on horseback and it was so beautiful!
- Sorry, gentlemen, I took you with my old memories, I see you are so romantically touching love each other ... she smiled ... children, come to my home ... I have a luxurious Ceylon tea ...
Small round marble tea table inlaid. Vintage porcelain teapot and teapot. Sugar lumps and tongs. We looked at each other. Anna's huge grateful eyes glowed with admiration. It looked as if I was so luxurious - theatrically made our first love date. The hostess with her fan showed gracefully to the stairs of the second floor ...
Opened heavy doors and dumbfounded. Antique dark wood furniture, large ellipsoidal thick mirror.
The thick oak floor boards of the bedroom were thrown by our quickly thrown clothes ...
We were still shy about each other, undressing turning away from each other ...
Anna went to the mirror and began to look at herself. She was beautiful with loose golden hair, which even covered her exciting chest, showed her tongue to the mirror, then I quickly climbed under the blanket with laughter, and her beautiful eyes began to burn with passion ... and happiness ...
- Look, under your feet something solid ...
- I remembered, this is gray antiquity! In the middle of the semi-log should be cutting. She made big surprised eyes.
- For your priests, the Sun. Lie down and hold on!
- Generally gently done ...
- She lowered her eyelashes ...
- Kisses inflamed passion, an overwhelming desire to take the breast in his hands was broken, nipples also demanded passionate kisses ...
The legs parted ... the gates of passion opened ...
I stuck out my tongue on the subject of sophisticated pettings, she just closed her eyes ... like do what you want ...
Taz raised himself and began to run into my tongue himself, quickly jumping on it ...
The legs went vertically up, the trunk went in half, she straightened her lips and began "scorching" sex "half the depth."
Beautiful breasts jumped in my hands, burning lips asked for depth, I had to resist ...
And now, a strong and deepest blow to the uterus, her legs behind her head, the head enters the tight tunnel of the cervix and rests against the very bottom of the womb ... a catastrophic orgasm of filling her vagina with hot sperm begins, the walls begin to convulsively compress the body, the seed pressure spurts out like snakes from her pussy, her face turns pale, covered with large drops of sweat, dry lips ask for a soothing French kiss ...
- It is necessary to lick everything, it is a shame to soil and my unit gets into her mouth ... A clean organ gets into it several times and sucked. Purely.
Already in the big immense bed after “cleaning the workplace of love” and the first relaxed kiss, we opened our mouths and simultaneously asked each other the same question:
- Is this your grandmother?
And they also answered together:
- No, I don't even know her ...
- I don't know her either
- I thought ...
- But I thought...
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