whispers to the person: "She will smoke in the toilet, and we will come."

But the Angel comes back alone. Angry and embarrassed. Wicked by the fact that after the break Nastya performed the classical dynamo, saying “You are too good a pair, I won’t bother you. Be happy!". And embarrassed by the fact that she promised me the sex of ZHMZH, she inspired me to go on an unplanned trip, to fulfill a number of other conditions, and as a result, zilch. Repeatedly apologizes for the puncture and reproaches herself for not being able to correctly calculate the perspective.
- Let's drink, DD. Just you without a car, relax too.
- Come on. What are you going to order a bottle of champagne?
- Not. Martini, if you can.
- Can.

High-quality alcohol and intimate conversation forced out after a couple of hours an unpleasant aftertaste from neglecting the unworthy girl. The sensation of physical and spiritual almost happiness, largely due to degrees, but without denying the real attractiveness for each other. An idea that it’s even better that our sex tete-a-tete goes brighter and gives more pleasure than a forced trio with such a wary attitude.

Walking from the restaurant to the apartment was nothing at all. And the frosty night air didn’t sober up either me or Angel. Kum king, knee-high sea, life was a success - these were my (I think that the Angelkins too) feelings when we were alone behind the closed door.

Do not want to quickly take a shower and start sex while such a reckless attitude reigns. But whipped Angel first in the bathroom something for a long time no longer comes out. So I was worried even if she was not ill. Well, that the latch was not thrown over, I pushed the door, it swung open, and I saw my beautiful mistress standing under the streams of my soul, ideally beautiful and extremely seductive. She washed her panties, and grinning at me, said:
- I don’t understand, in my eyes it is dazzled or there is no stain from the blood. Well, look ...

Quickly getting rid of my clothes, I got into her bath. There was no speck on the panties (Angela said that she had literally ended the day before yesterday), then I placed this delicate object on the heating pipe and hugged Angel, getting an incredible thrill from feeling her warm body pressed tightly to herself, from warm jets of water , poured from above, from her warm lips, responding to my kiss, from her warm gaze, which delighted my heart.

“Mmm,” she moaned softly, closing her eyes, when I put her on my sideways, my knee, I kissed her sharp nipple and, revealing the petals of my lower lips, in a circular motion, teased, aroused, the clitoris.
- Oh ... yes ... oh, - the unfolded booty to me and clinging with fingers for the slippery tile of Angel, when I was fucking her with cancer, squeezing that tasty buttock buns, or ripe breasts with protruding nipples, quietly screamed.
- Well ... well ... come on ... - she impatiently urged my orgasm, put on my knees in front of me, then sucking my dick and quickly moving my head back and forth, then taking it out and pulling the testicles while I was myself jerking off, luring sperm by rubbing the head against her cheeks and teasing a flitting tongue.
- Arrrrr ... - I growled, feeling the sharpest peak of pleasure in convulsions of the whole body, splashing the first splash of sperm on her tongue, and then thrusting Angel's cock in her mouth and gushing forth with the rest of the splash there.
- Iiii ... - despite the mouth occupied with a member, managed to publish a well-known short squeak of an orgasm and squeezed the scrotum to the point of pain. Seriously cum from blowjob? Or play along with me? Tilting her head, I see how her hand trembles, pressed to her pubis, and her nostrils swell, ejecting the sounds of a genuine high.

The legs trembled, the heart was beating strongly, the breath was not restored. I squatted down, gently kissed Angel in closed eyes, then in the nose, then on the lips. He sat in the bath, leaned back against the wall, drew her head to his chest. Embracing, frozen motionless in languor.

And only the third participant of our sex - warm water, the mother and mother of life on Earth, continued to tirelessly wash our bodies, giving peace and bliss, carrying the impure and alluvial into non-existence, giving back energy and strength.

***

Then this night passed like a fog. The tribute given to Bacchus in the possession of Morpheus, the angels pressed against the body of angels, was again thrown into the arms of the goddess Aphrodite. I caressed, kissed and squeezed her, I climbed on her in a classic pose, I fucked her with cancer in the ass and sat her pussy on my face. I fell asleep when she jumped on me, and woke up from the sensation of her lips on the penis and sharp nails on the inside of her thighs. I blithe from being united with my girlfriend, who understood me without words and responded with pleasure to all my touches.

I remember that during the night in bed I didn’t finish, and God, who had grown weak, had heard the news of how many orgasms Angela whispered:
- Let's sleep, eh? Turn off the light?

And only in the morning, having taken possession of her still asleep, covered with a blanket from the winter cool penetrating through the window, I fucked her at a fast pace, and remembering her wish to end it, as well as the safe days, I allowed myself something that was not absolute. most of my friends - ejaculation in the vagina. It seemed that Angela was surprised and even wanted to rebel, but when I said, “You yourself wanted to, but I promised,” she grunted with a grin and went to the bathroom.
“Two missed calls from Nastya,” said Angela, when we had already gone out into the street and she, taking a phone out of her purse, checked the incoming ones. - And the second - at three in the morning. Sharply to us she wanted, or what?
“I don't know, Angela.” Nobody persecuted her, she left. It seems to me that she would not be able to relax that night. However, I do not hold onto evil, if you want, talk to her, meet up, see what she wants.
“We'll see,” Angela answered vaguely.

But, apparently, she never “looked”, because there were no further references to Nastya in our conversations at all.

***

A few days after the next (March) our meeting was again unexpected, and, I will not hide, a very unpleasant call from the Angels. Not blaming, but just notifying, she said that she seemed to have some kind of STD symptoms. This was the feeling of "the abyss in the rye." This meant that I had infected at least my wife and another friend whom I met after Angels. This meant that at least one of her partners also picked up the infection. I called my friend-doctor, roughly described the situation. Knowing that he is not a venereologist, I actually just wanted to know where to go for an examination (preferably anonymously) and be cured if confirmed. But he turned out to be more knowledgeable and experienced. Having learned the specifics about the Angelkina "symptoms" and that I already had sex with my wife (that is, if something happens, it is too late to drink Borjomi, if the jade is already in full swing), he advised not to rush and not to panic, but to wait a few days affinity give him some information. Thank God, the anxiety turned out to be false, and when I called Angela to say that I was OK, the same was confirmed by her, saying that she was with the doctor, and he told her the same thing, they say, a sudden moisturizing of the vagina even in the absence of direct sexual arousal does not mean infection or health problems.

But on the other hand, when this hassle was over (the pillows were constantly preoccupying, whether I had caught an STD or if the source of the infection was me or Angel), I felt gratitude for her correct notification without charges (even if the alarm was false) and She first worried about me, my wife and girlfriends, advising, if necessary, to take appropriate measures.

***

Until the end of spring, we met three more times. Without third parties or participants. Always for the night. Always after a cafe or restaurant.Already without any role-playing games or artificial restrictions. Of course, there were some episodes-elements mentioned in his time in bed, but already without that concentration on them, as was the case during the first two meetings. Just good, long, diverse sex lovers who trust each other, due to the low frequency (once a month on average) is not boring and not boring.

***

And finally, the clarification of what suddenly "lolitki" in the title of the first part of this story. It so happened that while resting with a friend at sea, Angels appeared to have a certain lack of money, and she asked to borrow the missing amount. Having learned the value of this amount (about a hundred dollars), I said that I could not borrow it, but simply let it accept me as a gift, but how can I transfer them? The current ubiquitous plastic cards then was not, and quick money transfer was possible by telegraph. And now, she tells me her full name for the translation.

The surname is the most common for her nationality.

Patronymic - I will not say that it is mediocre, but can be found in persons of Christian or Jewish confessions.

The name is Lolita.

I didn’t even immediately understand that she had named her full names. I clarify:
- This is your friend will receive a transfer?

She laughs and says:
- No, I am on a Lolita passport, but I don’t like this name, you yourself know how Nabokov glorified, and what will happen if I register on sites like this, I’m already used to it and where I can get acquainted not with passport data, like Angel or Angelina present myself .

***

I thought for a long time how in this story it is more exquisite to beat the “angel” root of her nickname, who became her second name, and combine it with the real name, which became nominal due to the genius of its creator.

Did not come up with.

As everything was - and wrote.