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- Guys, what do you want to do, but I can do more! - I almost prayed, - I want to sleep, I have no strength! Knocks easy!

“Well, go and sleep!”, My wife threw in my direction and continued her lively chatter with Sasha.

Rather, he talked, one after another telling stories from his innumerable arsenal, and Marinka enthusiastically listened to him and constantly laughed. At the same time, both looked quite cheerful, as if the four of us did not drink or ate on the same level as the last 4 hours.

I looked at the dacha with a puzzled look. 2 sofas, on one Sasha, on the contrary - the wife. But even if you drive away one of them, how can you sleep here? There was still a room in the attic, but Alina’s tired wife, Sashkin, had gone there a little earlier to sleep.

- How am I going to sleep here if you bazaar and laugh?

“If you want to sleep, you will fall asleep!” Answered Marina and turned back to her friend, “Well, Sash ... And what happened next?”

- In short ... he began, but I again interrupted their sweet conversation

- Marin, you know that I can not sleep at the noise, as if I did not want to. Do you have a long time?

- Dim, so go upstairs, it's quiet there, - suggested Sasha

- Busy there already ... - I grunted

- Yes, do not care, fit. There is a wide bed. And I trust you. Marish, how are you? Will you not be jealous ?, Sashka asked with a significant smile

My wife, in principle, was quite jealous. She looked at me appreciatively. Apparently, I really looked like it was ready to be cut off when I assumed the horizontal position. In addition, the girls had known each other for 100 years, and from the side of Alina Marina did not feel the danger. Therefore, she indifferently waved her hand in the direction of the stairs and answered:

“Let her go.”

Hearing this, I was not happy and not upset, but just went to the attic. And at that moment I really was not thinking about anything but bed and rest. Upstairs led a steep staircase, leaning into a wide hatch. I climbed into Laz and closed it behind me. Sound insulation was acceptable - only a deaf “boo-boo-boo” came from below. A wide bed stood across the far wall, where, under a pile of two blankets, the outlines of Sashkin's wife could be guessed.

“Alin, are you sleeping?” I asked quietly, because without asking I couldn’t allow me to be brought up to bed with my friend’s wife.

The heap began to move, and on one side in the darkness Alina’s head rose.

“Dim, are you something?” She asked sleepily.

- Yes. These jerks tongues hooked, not unzipped. Can I lie here on the edge? I want to sleep wildly.

- BUT? Get down ..., - head lowered, - Climb under a blanket, it's cold here. I still dressed sleep.

- OK. Then move ...

The girl was brought in, turning on the opposite side, back to me, facing the wall. I slipped to her and began to try to settle down so that there was at least some distance between us, but without success - the blanket was not enough to cover me completely.

- Yes, you lie down closer, as if not native. I will not eat you. Even you can hug - it will be warmer.

I obediently pressed against her all over and put my arm around the waist with one hand. Very quickly, I warmed up, but ... by that time the dream had already disappeared, like a hand. I did not expect such a meanness from my member. He substituted me in full. Of course, how can he know that this is not just a warm elastic ass of a pretty girl pressed against him, but the ass of his best friend's wife? So he reacted accordingly - he grew, he hardened and shamelessly rested against the hollow between the buttocks. I lay breathless and afraid to move. Is Alina sleeping? Did she feel? Having decided that the girl is still asleep, I decided to carefully move away from her, at least with a basin. But as soon as I made this movement, Alina, with disgruntled grumbling through a dream, “Well, Dima, it's cold!” Was again imprinted on me with her fifth point. I did not repeat the experiment, and decided to try to relax. But then my brain intoxicated with alcohol was on the side of the penis.He started podzuzhivat me, they say, "Well, come on boy! She specifically pressed against you! She is pleased and wants more! Do not upset the girl! Act! ”

The struggle was short-lived, because my body was still controlled by the brain, and not by honor, conscience or morality. I pushed my hand, which I hugged Alina, up, until I came across a relatively hard bottom of her bra under a Habesh t-shirt. The girl did not respond. Then I leaned forward a bit, increasing the pressure of my dick on her ass. My trunk gratefully responded to this sweet languor, spilled on the lower abdomen. After waiting for a pause, I continued the slow search for the edge where I’m told to stop. After all, that Alina did not sleep, I almost had no doubt. I moved my hand down and this time I stopped it, touching the thick gum of my sweatpants with my fingers. An important discovery was that the bottom edge of the T-shirt did not reach this gum, and with my middle fingers I felt hot, soft, bare flesh of the tummy. Having picked up a thumb under my palm, I again released him outside, but so that he was no longer ON, but UNDER a T-shirt. And now, moving up, I slid over my bare skin, gathering a thin T-shirt with pleats on my wrist. Alina, as if approving my actions, barely noticeably even more pressed into me with her ass. I got to the bra and with my thumb explored the jumper between the cups. Alas, there were no fasteners there, which means that happiness should be searched elsewhere. And I moved down the dream ...

My little finger, stumbling on the elastic of his pants, this time quite confidently dived under it, dragging the whole palm with it. He moved along the seemingly endless lower abdomen until he touched the hem of his panties. I thought a little on the spot, and continued to move down. The fabric was so thin that I felt Alina's pubic hairs with my fingertips. I wanted to get to her slits, but the girl was lying with her legs bent, and in the end it didn't work out. Then I went back. Soon my hand was already gently squeezing the elastic female breast, securely hidden in her bra. And all attempts to move at least some cup down to release the nipple, to no avail, because I was afraid to use excessive efforts.

I again, quite confidently, made my way from Alina’s chest to the lower abdomen, but this time I’ve already reached under my arm the two bands that block access to the most intimate. I started pulling the silky hairs on her pubis with my fingers and got so carried away that I belatedly heard the sound of an opening hatch leading from the bottom to the attic. Immediately, I froze and shrank inwardly, fearing not what moved, but even breathing. After a few seconds, counted on the echoing blood in my temples, Marinka appeared in the room. I understood it through her breathing and easy steps.

“Well, what is it?”, I heard Sasha’s whisper, who was obviously waiting, with his head sticking out of the hatch.

“They sleep like marmots,” the wife answered quietly, “wake up?”

- Yes, let them sleep, do not touch. Come on too.

- Eh, lucky your Alinka. Nobody would hug me like that at night, ”said Marinka, and I clearly heard playful notes in her voice.

A friend, though in a whisper, answered in her tone:

- Why? And what am I on? I'm big and hot, you will not regret.

His wife grunted in response and quietly left the room. There were soft descending steps of two pairs of legs on the stairs, and then the closed hatch thumped deafly, and silence was restored around again ...

My heart continued to thump with the experienced emotions. After all, very near, in the meter, my wife was just standing at the time, as my hand was in Alina's panties! Not having time to calm down until the end, I too sharply pulled the brush out of her pants. This obviously disturbed the girl, because she immediately twisted and turned over on her stomach, turning her head to the wall, stretching her left arm along the body, and bending her right arm in the elbow around the head.

For me it was bad news, because now to get to her pussy there was no longer any possibility.But then I could do something else! I got under her T-shirt again, walked on my back, felt back ...

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