in them, and with caressing the men's ear lingering "aaaahhh", presses my pelvis to himself, not allowing to do frictions. Calmly waiting, looking into such a pretty face of a satisfied woman. Opening her eyes, she says shyly:

- Sorry!
- For what to excuse?
- I prevented you.
- So what? Well you were nice. And me too.
“Yes, yes, everything is correct,” she says somehow vaguely, I understand that she means her first long-awaited orgasm not from the fingers, but from the male member.
- Want more? - I'm starting to do light frictions. She waits a little, as if listening to herself, whether she wants more, then replies:
- Let's rest. Then we continue.

I am lying on my back, she is facing my chest. He strokes his fur, feels his nipples, giggles when her hair tickles her face. He expresses some confused thoughts that the Lord has finally heard her prayers, and this will have a beneficial effect on her karma and mine. Such is eclecticism, Jesus Christ and karma, but we do not have a theological dispute. He touches my penis with his hands and plays, but somehow in an original way, holding between his index finger and thumb, as if it were such a thick cigarette. Pays attention that the member has decreased compared with the moment of introduction. Surprised asks:
- Have you really finished? I have not noticed.
- Of course not. We do not hurry anywhere?
- Me not. And you?
- Also. Still have time.

She fucks well, I wonder how sucks? I put my hand on her head, stroke her hair, and I think I gently push her head down, prompting her to take it in her mouth. And shudder at her pitiful cry:
- By God, I implore you, do not make me!
- Lena, what are you? I do not force, if you do not want, do not!
- No, I want! But do not force, I myself.

Itself so herself. I put my hands behind my head, so that even a fleeting touch would not seem to her coercion. She continues to lie face on my chest for a while, then kissing the stomach, centimeter by centimeter, goes down to the pubis. The pubis itself is skipped, for there is no interest in kissing solid hairs, then the penis is taken into its special grip, as I called the type of cigarette for myself, licked up and down for a long time, then her mouth wraps the head, and wet heat. Not bad either, but for my personal taste, touch is too gentle, and too often the penis is removed from the mouth to repeat the licking of the trunk that Lena has loved the whole length. I would now lick myself with pleasure, but her pelvis is quite far from my face, and talking about a change of posture will be tactless, she can understand that I do not really like the blowjob in her performance. I am satisfied that I gently put my hand on her ass, caressing and wrinkling buns, then running between my legs, first quietly, then more and more actively, I begin to masturbate her clit and fuck my fingers. Tensed at the first moment of contact, Lena relaxes, and continues sucking her sleeves. Feeling her orgasm approaching, she let go of her special grip, but took a hand over the testicle with each hand, and holding the member motionless in her mouth, she shook them. I'm even scared, suddenly bite a member in the paroxysm of passion or eggs strongly jerks, but late to retreat. Shining from the lubricant two fingers that are deeply in it, then at the exit tinder clitoris, Lena leaned on me with his heavy chest, and the same "aaaahhhh" breaks through the gag member.

She regained consciousness for some reason, indignantly:
- But why?
- What why, Len?
- Why did I do it all now with pleasure and even finish? And with my husband, apart from pain and shame, I did not feel anything.
- Are you asking me? My name is DD, not Leninmuzh.
- Very nice, and my name is Lena!
- That met! But in general, it means for you how sex is going.
- But it's elementary, every woman will tell you that.Gently, gently, with love. How could it be otherwise?
“Even as I can,” I am skeptically smiling. - I also love gently and affectionately, but there were also some women who wanted to be violent and cursing.
- Well, fools! - she categorically states. - Anyone who has gone through real rape (emphasizes the end of the plural) will never want it.

After a short break, a smoke break, Lena again wanted to experience an orgasm, holding a member in her mouth. This time I positioned her pelvis closer to my face, and alternated between kuni and manual caresses, but she also got the orgasm through quick insertion of fingers into the vagina, with parallel caress of the clitoris.

The final episode was held in a pose of cancer. A rare man in this position is not tempted to at least touch the star of the anus, enter with the consent of the lady's finger, or even a member. I, too, was no exception at that moment, but again Lena, with his hysterical cry, “No, for the sake of all the saints, don’t touch it, it hurts me. I ask, please do not touch there, "rejected the desire for anal experiments. But vaginal sex went well, at some point she stopped podmahivat and sighed, I realized that she had finished again. But after a while she pushed herself with a pelvis, I continued to fuck, and twice asked if I could finish in her, I threw out all the accumulated sperm in her pussy.

Relaxed, she lay on her stomach, I, without taking out a member, lay on her. He stroked his hair, kissed his neck, touched his side. She whispered what an unusual woman she was, how pleasant she was with her, how cool to feel tenderness and affection. And I was really happy and pleased. And enjoyable sex for me. And much more that met the expectations of this woman with a difficult fate on sex in the style she likes.

She went to the shower, then me. Coming out of the bathroom, I already found her not in the bedroom, but in a large room, fully clothed. The bed was made, the candles were extinguished, the curtains were pushed back, and the window was open to air the apartment from the aromatic smell.

They called a taxi. This time, the bus station needed her to take a minibus to his village, and I drove on, on my own business. When the car slowed down, Lena asked me to go out for a minute. I thought I wanted to say something so that the driver would not hear. But she crossed me widely, and with the words “God bless you!”, She kissed my forehead.

With the same words, our last telephone conversation ended a few days later. She called at an inopportune time, I called her by her patronymic name, thus making it clear that I could not speak freely, but she was not interested in intimate questions. Lena told me that she was at the airport and was flying to her son for permanent residence. I wondered how likely her soon or not soon return, at least for the purpose of solving legal issues. She replied that most likely never.

- Have a nice flight and good luck in a new place, Lena! Health to children and grandchildren!
- Happily stay, DD! God bless you!