1. Cheerful night. Part 1
  2. Cheerful night. Part 2: Morning for the hostess

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overcame, stopping on the conditional verge of what was permitted. Irka also kept her hand, which was found a noticeable place on jeans.

Propriety, albeit relative, while respected. The company still managed not to break up into three self-employed couples. Here, Mikhail released Alka, so they broke open on Masha's Sashina neck, some light conversation and snacks continued. Irka looked at the seated. To the belt all stripped already. And, for the first time, despite the break between the toasts, the pairs did not break up. Mikhail, not particularly embarrassed by Irishkin's gaze, hugs Alla again, pressed against him, Mashkina's chest disappeared under Sasha's palm, and Oleg herself gently strokes Irka's leg. In general, everyone clearly does not mind going further, and only the presence of husbands, wives at the table is somehow holding back. But a couple of glasses and with the remnants of clothes will disappear and the brakes. Moreover, there is nothing to shoot.

Another sip of champagne melted in a pleasant coolness in the mouth. Came the turn of the buttons on Oleg's jeans. Is done. Only lightning remains and beneath it is an elastic desire that rushes out. Now Irka did not remove her hands from him. Slightly turning to see the others undress, she pressed herself against the man. The guy's strong hands covered her shoulders, and her lips gently slid on the neck.

- Oh th!

Irka slightly shuddered to the beat of the sweet wave that swept to the lower abdomen and was slightly pleased with the presence of the apron. Between the legs was already noticeably wet. If she was in panties, she used herself with her head. And I wonder how about this from others?

One secret cleared up immediately.

- Mi-ish, you have already unfastened everything. Take off my skirt.

Mikhail deftly saved the girl who stood in front of him from the clothes, revealing his ass covered only by a thin translucent fabric. Alla turned around, sitting down on his knees, and it became clear to Irka that her friend was also on board. The entire bottom of the panty was wet dark from the juice. Well, what about Maryashka?

“They all unbuttoned me too.” Only I have nothing under the skirt. Take off? - Suddenly embarrassed, she asked.

- Of course! And go out in the open so that everyone can see you. - Oleg demanded.

Sasha brought Masha from the table holding the falling skirt and, standing behind her, spread her arms to the sides in one motion. Drawn by an earthly weight, the fabric slipped along the legs of the girl, revealing to the presence the beauty of her secret. The applause of those sitting became Masha's reward, and Sasha, kneeling down, gently kissed the discovery given to him.

- Honey, yes you have a zipper on the jeans itself diverges. - Alla couldn’t pin up her husband.

- Beauty destroys barriers. - He did not remain in debt, winking at Masha.

- Thank you, Sasha! - Maryam, hugging, tightly kissed the guy. - And do not pay attention to the pants, I'll take them off anyway.

- Without toast is impossible. - Alka was indignant. - Such an order.

- So pour it! And then I was already worried. I stand, you see, in front of a man impatiently, and not to get to the innermost.

Yeah, Mashka also picked up the hops. However, Irka herself is no better. Head wind.

- At least sit down at the table. Have a snack - she smiled.

- What for? You better get up. Or are you going to pull off jeans from Olezhki?

The glasses, having come together, rang together, pouring another portion of fun into the crowd. Lips came together again in kisses, and then the girls looked at each other and knelt down in front of their chosen ones. Three pairs of gentle hands unbuttoned, pulled down the interfering denim barrier, releasing men's beauty while beating in the cramped heats. Irka caught herself not in a hurry to get up from her knees. The calling bump, still hidden from the eyes, Oleg's toys attracted her more and more. Without risking to stroke the desired hand in front of everyone, Irka tried to rise so as to be close to the toy.Oleg, as if guessing the desire, grabbed her ass, pulling her towards him. The elastic branch “grew” for a few seconds into Irishka’s stomach, then Oleg carefully turned the girl around and, being behind his back, pressed against her from behind. Irka's hands slid behind his back, as if closing the ass, but at the same time covering the hidden part of Oleg.

The couple stood in a pleasant pose for both, looking at the rest. With Masha there was nothing to take off, and she and Sasha, too, stood hugging each other, and Mikhail, taking off her panties from Alla, sat her on a chair. Here is the brat! All the rest of their partners while standing kissing. Particularly far into the beauty can not penetrate. And Micha's girlfriend, as an attentive reader, opened the book in front of him. And she, it seems, started off jokingly. Big-eyed Irka saw well that Alka, having pressed Mishkin's head to herself, did not immediately let him go. Such a protracted "first kiss" turned out.

- So the mistress's turn came.

Oleg, having dismissed the apnea strings, threw him back, making Irka equal in “rights” with the girlfriends. Giving the views of Sashka and her husband to caress herself, Irishka turned to her partner who had slipped down and felt again the touch to her “secret” of tender lips and the caress of a clever tongue.

- At the beginning of the evening I was greeted by a little drier. - Silently whispered in her ear, rising, Oleg. - Nicely.

Irka, blushing at the hint, quickly pressed a finger to his lips.

- Me too.

- The final touch. - Michael proclaimed. - Girls finally undress boys and kiss them.

- Do not we kiss? - Maryam was surprised.

- Well, Masha! Am I talking about that?

- Ltd! - I realized the place of the kiss Mashka. - And uh ... publicly?

“The men kissed you publicly.”

- Argument. But, hopefully, everything else will be face to face.

- Of course. Further in different rooms. Who wants to drink on the track?

Everyone wanted. For a short time filling the glasses, the company broke up into male and female halves.

- And you, girl, our game seems to have gone to the topic. - winked at Alke Irishka.

- Shut up, girlfriend! - Desperately shook her head. - In a life for itself such did not suspect. I just bear.

- For that and going. - laughed Maryam. - Everyone between the legs becomes wet.

- Becomes! - snorted Alka. - Yes, I had time to finish.

- Only envy ...

“Girls,” Oleg interrupted them with a drink, “please.” Irisha hold the dishes.

Irka, having accepted a wine glass, hugged the guy.

- By the way about the rooms. - Sasha asked. - Whom to follow?

Michael sipped brandy.

- At the mistress of privilege. Her favorite bedroom. And we share a children's room and this room. Here the sofa is more convenient, but if someone wants to drink a glass, they can interfere. This is a minus.

- Garbage is, not a minus. - Calmly replied Maryam. - I exist with a man, and he exists. Only this is important. And someone walks by or looks at me, I don't care.

Yes, Masha, with her extraordinary principles, is something. But with the places decided. Meanwhile, Irkin wine glass is empty. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Alka, as if in thought, was turning an empty glass in her fingers, but she was not going to take the last step. Yes, and Masha, it seems, finished, but also not in a hurry. In fact, girls can be understood. It's one thing to allow yourself to kiss there and quite another to make a blowjob to someone else's peasant in front of her husband. Here they are Irku and substitute. She has no choice. The hostess must give an example. Well, okay, I know how to cheat too.

- Olezhek, we will begin with you first.

Irishka by the hand, led the guy to the couch, but got up so that her back covered everything interesting from the rest. Taking advantage of this deceptive freedom, she slowly unwrapped the gum of swimming trunks, looking at the barrel striving for freedom, filled with the power of love.

- How beautiful he is. - She whispered softly, gently stroking a toy. Then she lowered swimming trunks to Oleg's hips and gently pushed him on the sofa.

- Sit down.

Leaning towards the guy, Irka cleverly delivered him from the remnants of clothes and knelt in front of him. An excited trunk growing into the sky looked into her face, but it was unlikely for the rest ... Read more →

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