- I also felt the same, it happens when you fuck yourself up to indecency.

- Auch, seriously?

Maria laughed.

- No, just kidding, of course. Cool feeling. For the sake of such moments, it is worth living, as in my opinion. And what are you thinking about?

- More about how much I envy Igor

I carefully looked at her face trying to see her emotions. But apparently she already wanted to sleep too much to think about something like that. Seeing my gaze, she suddenly pulled away, straightened the blanket on which we climbed (I also had to get up) and took up pillows.

When we again decently lay under the blanket, Marie decided to say something:

- Envy is bad, Alex, remember - try not to envy anyone in this world. Why are you jealous of Igor?

- I thought it was obvious - I slightly pulled the blanket over myself to get comfortable with it - it has such a miracle as you

- Oh, you stupid creature - and then I should think about how good your mom is in the future. And envy those moments that you will have only the first and last time? Oh yeah, if simple sex with Igor brought us both such relaxation as if it were just with you, would we finally look for new partners.

Marie waited a little bit and then, as if supplementing her previous words, answered herself.

- Would not look for anyone else ... And they would be wrong! Then you and I, Al, would never have met.

- My mom ... Honey. She's all so closed and inaccessible. Sometimes I wonder how someone with such a temper in general had sex

- Every door has a key, and often there is more than one - you will receive your key tomorrow when you leave. Believe me - do it right - work. Do you believe?

I could not doubt her words. I nodded and immediately realized that I did not feel in myself doubts about the upcoming success. Spitting on efforts - the result beckons with its bright light.

Maria continued in a contented voice:

- Just imagine how much experience you still have to, eh? And all for real. Only, do not abuse too much when it enlightens. Personally, Igor and I in just a few years have developed such a situation that we have to sweat so much that sex remains a pleasant adventure, and not just another kind of stupid everyday routine.

Here I have to agree that the fact that I had more sex today than during my whole previous life was a direct consequence of the fact that Marie and Igor are a couple of very jaded people.

- Thank you, Marie. These days were extraordinary - and in general all that happened between us at the last hour.

The woman did not answer.

- Go to bed, tomorrow you will get what you came for initially - I will tell and show you what you will have to do to break this stupid system of prohibitions imposed by society.

- How many times already speak, but you do not explain why! Not fair!

- Well, it will be hard for you, if only because you are a child still - it did not sound like an insult - that my Igor is still direct.

Then she laughed loudly.

- Oh, and we asked him the heat today - well, and you just was the Boss.

- It's all a drink! I am not guilty! To be honest, I already managed to forget some of the humiliation and painful anal sex Igor received today.

- Well, do not cry the blues, though I was already worried, as if you had not fucked him for profit as soon as I finished sniffing - the holes were very close and there was no difference in essence.

Seeing as I turn away in embarrassment, she turned me back.

- Do not worry so much - even if it happened, it would not mean anything. Homophobia is just another disease of society.

- However, if everything goes out of your own, you will quickly understand a lot of interesting things and then, it would be better for Igor to refrain from just putting his hole at that time,when you are ready to roughly fuck everything that moves. And your mother is also concerned! Introduce us in a year - it will be a very unusual exchange of partners, agree? You described her so erotic and sexy that I cannot wait to see her right now. You promise that sex between the two of us will be her first lesbian experience? I will do everything so that she will become ardent and passionate bisexual.

Maybe I'm too tired. I did not quite understand her, but decided that this somehow relates to the topic of their sexual satiety.

“I can't promise that.” Same on what level of promiscuity mother should leave?

- Well, in any case, bring it to us - we will figure out how to help you. But only after you even sleep a few times.

I just shook my head. I was not thinking about perversions at all, but about this sensual sex.

- Oh, and how much time - Maria clucked her tongue anxiously - in order to sleep with you half an hour ago we should have had a second dream, not a lyasy sharpening. Everything, come on, tomorrow you will have all the info you want, and now - a dream.

Sleep is not a problem. I already clearly felt how my tired muscles were filled with weight. I did not want to close my eyes. I knew that here I would close them and this day, which came to me as if from magic dreams, would end. Instead, I looked at the illuminated photo of the cosmos. Imagining to myself distant worlds, I felt myself as an insignificantly small creature to whom only one life was given - one life to do something. For example, to realize a mad dream. Why not?

Looking ahead, I can tell you that two months later the day came when I fought with the remnants of doubt. Then, as Maria said, I had to put a lot on the map, to do (and to do it at the right time and in the right way) the hardest recognition in the world, and then be sure to say a few more important things. One full attempt and the whole gulf of doubt.