already pulled from their beds. Pool time, useful for joints, skin and heart, and indeed for all sick giblets. It is better to show the erection of the mean Nadezhda, than to disparage the entire sanatorium community.

I leaned on the side and got out of the pool.

- Wow! And what was shy?

I shrugged guiltily.

- So! - Nadezhda said mischievously. - We will conduct an inventory of the economy. We have a scrotum with two large eggs that pull your pouch down. The left egg is below the right one. Shaved. Watching yourself?

“Hygienic,” I grunted in response. I was even more excited by the situation.

- It's good. The pisyun itself sticks out above the eggs, long enough, 18 centimeters. But, most importantly, as for me, if you want to know, of course, it's fat. Covered with veins, gorgeous. Pulsing, poor thing. The table is crowned by a large, pronounced head. Open Already shines from tension. Do you massage your mace at night?

I was silent.

- Okay, poor thing, let's help you. And then your strut and melting will break through.

A little bit overwhelmed by lust, I approached Nadezhda, put her left hand on her head and tried to bring my dick closer to her smiling lips. But she gently pushed me away.

- Uh, no. I'm a married woman, only a husband can push a member into me. Come march to the pool!

And turning me to the pond face, she slightly pushed me in the right direction, while slapping on the ass. I walked to the tile edge. Hope, crept softly behind me, hugged me and purred in my ear:

- Mmmmurrr, mmmmolor gorrryachy sammmeeets! Give me your pisyunchik.

Her hand firmly squeezed my penis and began to masturbate him. Nadia held the barrel tightly, as if testing it for strength. The member from it was even more filled with blood, the head even more increased, resembling already a crimson mushroom.

- Come on, baby, cum your hot young sperm right in the pool. Share your young energy with patients. She does not hurt them. Stop it, my boy, my sweetie, ”Hope whispered in my ear.

Her second hand dived under my trunk. Hope weighed the scrotum in the palm of your hand.

- Wow, good. Enough for everyone. Give me the sperm. Discharge the testicles, do not be shy.

The palm squeezed my eggs, thoroughly, but not painfully, as if squeezing the seed out of them. Waves of excitement passed through my body and I wanted this day to never end, so that forever my household would be squeezed by the hands of this lovely, solid beautiful woman.

The hand let go of the eggs. Nadia sharply spat in her palm and brought it to my face.

- Spit. Only good.

Not understanding what all this was for, I, having collected all the saliva that was available, spat recklessly in my substituted palm. Hope suddenly stopped jerking me off. Fingers squeezed the skin on the trunk and dramatically pulled it to the stomach, completely exposing the head. The saliva palm was wrapped around her and began to intensively massage, spreading the lubricant over the shiny red skin. From surprise I screamed, then groaned. The head of the penis, as the most sensitive part of it, mercilessly got from the wet, muddled fingers of Hope. Flashes of impetuous pleasure rolled over my body, my legs trembled. Hope then stroked the upper surface of the head, then, driving me crazy, walked around the edges.

- Stop it, my boy, do you hear?

I felt the approach of an orgasm. Growing from somewhere in the depths of the abdomen, a kind of aching sensation moved forward, outward. Inevitably, little by little it moved on into the wild. And suddenly I finished. A whitish liquid splashed out of my penis, then another, falling into the water, where it fell to the bottom with white threads and clots. Sperm residues, even most of it, no longer burst out, but flowed from the urethra to the head, then to the frozen fingers of Hope, from them to the trunk, from the trunk to the scrotum and already from it dripped, stretching, sperm on the tile of the pool.

- That's my good. Squat down, now I'll wash you.

Having washed my household from the sticky seed, Hope threw me a towel and melting.

- Good?

- It was very good. Thank you, - I confessed and thanked me, stitching the smelting.And very much in time, as the elevator delivered the first portion of holidaymakers, suffering medical bathing.

Well, Nadia and I, taking advantage of the turmoil, slip away unnoticed, to bathe, eat in the cafeteria, play cards, eat fruit, bathe again and sunbathe. And as if nothing had changed, and there was nothing by the pool. And in fact, it has changed - together with the clothes by the pool, we tore off a transparent plastic imaginary, but still quite actual film of alienation between us, becoming ... Friends? Loudly said. Lovers? Well no. In general, it does not matter who we became there, but I liked this state, it was easy, good, there was still a lot of time ahead. Even the direction of the compulsory procedures I found on the bedside table in the room did not darken my existence in this paradise sea edge.