The bra resisted my fingers. Hooks on the clasp clung to each other, round ears, again pulled out from the clutching their fingers to freedom. Finally, tired of fighting, I pulled the bra up without undoing these stubborn hooks. Olga gasped, grabbed the isthmus between the right and left cup of her bra and jerked forward. Bra flew into the stratosphere, wrung unbuttoned straps. And her breasts, heavy, with large nipples, which had long beckoned me in my dreams, fell on my unevenly breathing chest. The blow was soft, warm and pleasant. But not its consequences. I finally demolished the remnants of perception of the surrounding world. The remains of the panties hit the wall, and the hot body of the woman I dreamed about covered my waist with a strong grip of the legs. Involuntarily pinned me against the wall of the corridor.

Yes. IM married. My wife is a sexy, capable woman who tries not to be boring not only in bed, but also in life. And it suits me. Everything suits me in it - otherwise I would not have married her. But Olga. It is more than the object of sexual desire. It is something that can not be touched. And if touched, then do not tell anyone about it. And this jewel, wrapped around my neck with hands-lianas, breathes loudly in my ears, listening to what my left hand is doing, which has already gripped the penis, rushing in search of the entrance to the cave of pleasure. The right hand at this time supported her ass from the bottom, not letting the jewels slip to the floor.

- And who is here, hiding? - What vulgarity, but how pleasant at the moment when the head rubs against the wet entrance to her treasury.

- Find out. - She podhikhivaet, feeling like a member slips on a little rough shaved skin of the perineum, teasing her thirsty lips. - Or have you already forgotten?

- And we did not have this. - I leaned forward with force, driving the member into the surprisingly narrow entrance space groped by the head.

- ABOUT! - Olga just screamed right in the ear, drowning in a high timbre.

- Yes! - In support of my words, I again raised her, freeing a member from pleasant captivity, to bring him back again, increasing pressure, crushing these elastic halves of her ass.

- Oh! - Olga shook her head, brushing hair over my shoulders. - Oh! Sweetie! Oh! - She cums? Well, gives!

- Yes. - I again and again entered into it, feeling as a body, being strained, weakened, more and more settling and submitting to my hands.

- On the bed. - Olga slipped off me. Just opened her hands and slid off the penis. But not far away. Caught her face at the level of a dick shining from the juices of love, she wrapped her lips, swallowed, looking up with beautiful eyes with sparks of hooliganism.

- On the bed! - I picked it up, not letting it “discharge” me like that. I wanted to feel how my sperm breaks into her, how she accepts her, how she flows out of her, lubricating our bodies with the indestructible bond of lovers. After all, if you do not look at these connections, they remain inside a person - a pleasant spot in the head, in the feelings of both, which then would not be a relationship. And we will have them good. I knew that. From where I do not know. Just knew and knew.

Having fallen on her back, Olga slightly bent her knees in her knees, looking at the male with the member sticking out with a stake sticking out from above, hung with a desire.

- Listen, we can not long. - She turned her face to the clock, measuring our adultery with measured points, welding them to us each other. - Lidka ...

- Do not say anything. - I understood exactly how I will enter it. You could just lie down between her beautiful knees, enter the visible hillocks of the entrance, and do everything quickly. But it will be different. She oyknula, when brought together legs were raised up and put on the "birch". This is when the legs together are understood up, and the ass, follows them, raises the pelvis of a person higher. Why the entrance to her female treasury became extremely narrow and difficult to pass. But not for my excited soldier. The head barely parted its closed lips, and then walked tight through the tunnel, feeling its trembling. Olga whimpered, droplets of tears stood in the eyes, but not from pain, but from the pleasure she received. I did not stop, burning every minute from the eyes of my woman who had already flown away into nirvana of pleasure. And the stronger I piled on her, the more she dissolved in me.

We finished together, merging into a single jet, meeting somewhere in the middle of this world sparkling with colorful flowers. They froze, and then simultaneously boomed from the highest hill down - without insurance and without any obligations. Dry lips whispered a little audible "to me, to me," which only intensified the flight of my feelings, jerking, bursting with sperm inside it. And there it was heavenly good.

- Listen, you do not think anything. - She jumped out of the bathroom, faced with me. - You just forget. I understand. I did wrong. But, - here she suddenly blushed - in a different way and could not act. Then I will tell. And now I have to run.

- Tell me. - I confirmed. - Just how do you go without panties?

- That's how! - She pulled tight canvas pantyhose, defiantly puffing pubis and plump lips, tired of sex. This simple movement of the hands caused a terrible desire inside me to jerk them and again to take her to bed. - Everything! Run away!

Here, slybriug! And she managed to pick up panties. Sighing with regret that the mirages someday, yes dissolve, I climbed into the bath. Standing under the jets of water, with which it was impossible to wash off the traces of her passion within me, I thought about the vicissitudes of life, about people, about sex, that if it goes on like this, then what can these expanding sexual relationships and so on. I also thought about what to do with this relationship and if I want to do something. But, as I did not twist everything around me and Lidka, so I did not unscrew anything. Why waved his hand and fell asleep. Morning wiser evening.

***

After a tough marathon in three, in which we just mastered each other without any constraint, like a partner drank, we fell silent in bed, listening to our hearts beat in the evening dusk of a Saturday apartment. The body demanded peace, bliss and warmth of the female bodies lying next to it.

- Listen. - Lidka turned her head towards me. - How are you?

- What how? - To tear off the head from the pillow was laziness. - Fine.

- Yes, not about that.

- Yes, everything is fine. Otherwise, they would not lie here. Aha

- Yes, I'm not asking you. “Then why does my head turn to me?”

- Listen, Lead. - Vika sat up, picked up the braids that she always twists before going to bed. Why in the morning it turns out such a natural curl. - I even lost count.

- M? - Lidka has sat down. - I should already be like a week.

- I have ... - Frozen Vick. - Listen, Dick, I should be here too. Or too?

- Opanki. - Lidka climbed over me, sat down next to Vika. - Listen, we should look. And as quickly as possible. It seems that more than two weeks. - What are they so excited about?

- What are you talking about? - What are so alarmed? What is the timeline? Need to sleep!

- About what, what? About menstruation. - Lidka pushed me in the side. - Come on, go to the duty room (that is, the pharmacy on duty).

- So what?

- In, stupid? BUT? - Lidka pushed me to the side again with both hands. - Run for pregnancy tests. Quickly!

Pregnancy? Nega scared huddled under the bed, muscles filled with strength, his head cleared. Even a member seems to be awake. Pregnancy tests? This is us instantly. One leg is here, the other is also here.

An hour later, great advice was held in the kitchen. Great family council. On the right is Lidka, on the left is Victoria, in the center I am. Before us were two pregnancy tests and both were positive, that is, Lidka and Victoria were pregnant. And both from me. Why lurking fright crept inside my anxiously, and fanfare sang solemnly over them. Honestly, I was happy as a male, feeling that his work was crowned with success and her little chicks are all covered and everything is successful. Both are pregnant by me !! Klasssss!

Lidka was carrying everything, tugging at the floor of the robe, Vic ...