1. Random video ...

With melancholy looking out the window, I understood perfectly well that I was in full gear. The middle of July, and on the street full pipets ... Well, like the third day lashes out like a bucket ... Yes, my girlfriend also “went to her grandmother” for correctional work in order to avoid further exposure to bad company, it’s me. Her mother caught us in bed when I had just climbed into her tricel! No ... well, no justice in the world! I didn’t even have time to do anything, and we did it only a couple of times - and so on.

From nothing to do got into the comp. In principle, I have not only seen enough porn, but I’ve already gotten my fill, and now lazily surfing the sites that came up on the request: “Watch porn online.” Being fed up with bare nude, I lazily searched for the highlight in this pile of manure. Suddenly, the video opened clearly clearly digitized from film - porn porn of the late nineties. Actually, there are a lot of such videos now, but this one has attracted me with something. Turning the video to full screen, turned on playback. Nothing unusual. Everything, as always, except that it turned out to be our Russian, which is also not uncommon. At first, a titted young and plump chick Matsali tits tipped out of her bra, like two lush loaves. Then he pulled up a short skirt, put on his knees and forced to suck. By the way, she did it with the enthusiasm of a worthy "young builder of communism" and very skillfully. In the end, as usual, she was raped in all the available slots and holes both in front and behind. I must say that I really liked her rear view when she was standing with cancer, leaning her head against the sofa.

I always liked plump and plump. Such that the boobs of pearl bra and ass were not flat. No, it did not hang down as if there was a shit in panties, and a sort of elastic pads under the shorts. Yes, and skinny hips did not deceive me ... A girl should look like an amphora, where the waist plays the role of narrowness ... And there is something to touch, and there really is something to pinch!

And finally, she was violently and liberally finished in her mouth. I was hampered by the appeal: "What Maryashka, did you like?". Something clicked in my head and, pressing a pause, I began to think about what was wrong here! Nothing came to mind, and I turned on the end of the episode. First, close-ups showed her mouth and prick-up squirting with molofyey, then how she swallows the sperm that got into her mouth, and then collecting it from her face and licking her lips. And when the camera pulled back, I automatically pressed the stop.

This face I knew. No, now it looked much older, but it was still very much nothing, I would even call it attractive. And it belonged to Marya Nikolaevna. She was the mother of my best friend Mishka, I called her Aunt Masha. Not believing my eyes, I began to peer into the image, remembering how it looked in those or other angles. As he walks, bends down and smiles in the end. And I remembered how recently, a month and a half ago, literally after the exams, I accidentally saw her pictures in my youth. That was her face!

To say that I was dumbfounded - to say nothing. First of all, I was excited. I had such a strut that I had to lower my pants and turn on the video again in order to get a closer look at this content. The view was accompanied by sighs, vigorous movements of the hand on the erect member. The legs convulsively stretched out into the string, straining, then relaxing a little. I jerked off like a rabid imagining that I was makatuya her attractive body, I was fucking - spreading it out on the couch and giving it to my cheek, eventually ending up in her mouth - Marya Nikolaevna, or rather Aunt Masha! And the present, and not the young, that was on the screen. I always liked her and now ...

When the first heavy drops of sperm fell on her face, I finished. A cry of delight coincided with the "salute."A sperm fountain, which took off at the speed of a bullet, struck the monitor with a viscous stream, splashing on the screen and slow trickles sliding down. Breathing hard, I shook my head and with difficulty stood on my still-tense legs. Turning, slowly wandered into the bath to wash. Having washed and dried off with a towel, he returned to the room and, having turned off the monitor, began to put it in order, removing the traces of sukhodrochka, which was plentifully spilled by the body on the screen.

Having put in order the computer that I had tampered with, I, having suffered from the programs, downloaded this video to my hard drive. Picking up the program, I recoded the video file, significantly increasing the clarity and image quality.

Why did I do this?

I do not know, but for some reason it seemed to me that this is important ...

At first I wanted to report my discovery to Mishka, but immediately remembered that he was not in the city. Then I wanted to go and demand explanations from Aunt Masha herself, but suddenly it dawned on me that her partner could be Mishka's father, and then all my twitching would not lead to anything good. I after all did not see it completely, but only that part which adjoined to the member standing upright. Who knows what nonsense they do in their youth ...

In the meantime, I have already downloaded this video into the phone, and having called it: “Hot mother of my best friend!”. Why, why, and why I did it - I do not know. We will assume that I have a vision of the future ...

2. "Sherlock Holmes"!

And then the game began. I started playing detective. And this situation made me very excited. It turns out that “rummaging through someone else’s linen” is very interesting. In addition, I had a goal and meaning in "life"! I talked to my parents, gradually wondering about the information they had about the Bear family. I looked at old photos and even found one film of the time when Mikhail and I were not even in the project. He was kept by my relatives and was filmed at their wedding. There was a friend Marya, who later became an aunt for me, Masha, who with the movie camera offered congratulations to the newlyweds on behalf of her work colleagues and herself. I talked to everyone who could know her then and before. I even went to Mishka's house, ostensibly wondering when he would return from the holidays, actually checking and fixing his memories.

As a result of these "operational-search activities" I was able to establish the following:

“Marya Vasilek, nee Fokin, was born in 19 ** in the city of N, lived in it and studied until the age of seventeen, and then entered the Plekhanov Russian Academy of Economics in the city of Moscow. After graduation, she came to our city as a young specialist. Six months later, at the turn of the era, she married and soon gave birth to a son. About her life while studying in Moscow and previously there was no data! But I managed to get a photo of that time, as I understood it, taken at the apartment of one of her girlfriends in Moscow. There was depicted Marya with two somewhat vulgar girls photographed in the same room, against the background of the carpet and the sofa seen in the video. It was on him that the couple tumbled. Even the wallpapers were one on one, and the photos with the posters on the wall were identical. That is. Mishani's father didn’t smell there, since I had learned for sure that they had already met here in the city, by the way, at the very wedding that I found the video with. ”

The investigation is carried out, the facts are collected. It remains to carry out the implementation of the work performed. This is where I got fucked up! "What to do?" A famous question asked by Chernyshevsky in the nineteenth century ...

• Wait for Mishka's arrival and tell him everything?

• Go to the facts with his father and inform him?

• Or put everything on the Internet with the data ...

There are many options, but what to do, I have not decided. Deciding to postpone the dilemma for later, I went to drink a beer. After two or three pivasik cans, I got stuck and I myself without realizing it, and almost without writing, boiling water from righteous anger turned out to be near Mishkin’s apartment. Still boiling like a kettle, I called ...

She opened the door, calling her Aunt Masha did not turn my tongue.

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