and, turning over on his back, lay down beside him.

We silently lay, looking into the blue, cloudless sky, and tried to recover.

- Give a complaint book? - finally I was joking.

She turned her head in my direction trying to understand the phrase. Finally her lips broke into a smile.

- I think not worth it. I am completely satisfied with your services, and maybe I would appeal to you again, she retorted.

We laughed.

The sun was at its zenith, which means that we should have already been seized. Quickly putting himself in order, we gathered and went back. At the edge I caught her hand, pulled her to me and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and responded with a long, hot kiss.

- Well, so what about re-treatment? - I smiled slyly.

“We are here with an overnight stay,” she replied with a little thought.

- Then do not say goodbye ...

- We'll see, - she smiled sweetly and went to look for her husband.

Quickly collecting a large bunch of dried wood, I went to our camp. The mood was great. Coming out to the tents, I saw my friends, who, apparently, had just returned, and were engaged in cleaning the fish.

- You only send for death!

“There are notable places here, admiring nature,” I answered evasively.

I did not have the desire to devote anyone to my secrets. Therefore, changing the subject of conversation, I began to make a fire.

- Well, for unity with nature! - Said one of them and gave everyone half-liter glasses of beer.

Then it went more fun. Svarganiv lunch, we indulged in noble idleness. So, after bathing, sunbathing and sipping alcohol, the whole day passed, and after it was evening. An almost full moon rose in the sky, illuminating the whole lake with a pale light. The fire burned out peacefully and everyone began to crawl away. Who, having gone through the liquor, on the side, who is on night fishing, and I intended to visit Tatiana.

Quietly, after leaving the camp, I went to the other side of the already familiar path. Honestly, where to look for her, I had no idea. Therefore, I decided to start from the place of our meeting, it is unlikely that their camp was far away. The eyes have become accustomed to the darkness, and the moonlight was enough to move confidently along the path. Passing along the shore, I heard the sounds of a guitar and someone's voices. Carefully coming closer, I lurked. Several tents stood in razborob, due to the specifics of the local landscape. Between them, a burning fire lit up around which a small company had gathered. One did not play the guitar, others were cross-conversations. It was clear that the company had already pretty scored degrees. Between them, I recognized Tatiana. Firstly, in her figure, and secondly, she was the only woman. She sat in the arms of her husband, a rather obese man. Rather, he held on to her, so as not to fall from the log, as he was pretty drunk. Their fun was coming to a logical end, so, sitting right in the grass, I waited.After about ten minutes it seemed to me that the company began to disperse. I looked out at the moment when Tatiana helped her husband rise, and under the slippery jokes of friends, they moved away from the fire. She went to the tent, which is a small tent, designed for four people, and since occupied a lot of space, she stood a little apart. Trying not to make noise, I sneaked to her from the other side.

“I want you,” came Tatiana's quiet voice.

- Something I went over a little, - at random the husband answered.

- Not the first time.

- Come on, it is possible in nature.

- Careful, tear, come on myself.

There was a scuffle.

- Let me caress him.

- I adore you.

After a couple of minutes, the creaking of the inflatable mattress, and Tatiana’s muffled moans, marked the beginning of the process of intercourse. My dick was already in the pants with a stake, and I began to stroke him lightly, imagining how my husband is now fucking her juicy hole. Approaching almost tight, I heard him begin to sniff noisily, and, finally, grunting and dying down.

- you already? - Tatiana's slightly distressed voice was heard.

“All I can, dear, I warned that I had gone over a little.”

- Eh, ok ... rest.

Less than two minutes later, a quiet snore came from the tent. I could no longer tolerate. Carefully bypassing the tent, I raised the canopy and looked inside. The faded light of the moon fell through a large mesh window, allowing you to see the fat silhouette of a man leaning against the right wall, and the girl. She lay a little apart, completely naked. Her hand was between slender legs, and rapid breathing, indicated that the girl wanted to complete what her husband could not. I became a knee on the mattress, and he squeaked treacherously. Tatiana froze.

“Express delivery of palatal substitutes,” I whispered softly.

- You are crazy! She hissed.

“We are where we are most needed,” I slipped inside, sitting on the other side.

My hands slid over her body.

- And if the husband wakes up.

- Yes, he, in my opinion, drank so much that you can’t wake him up now, - I touched the cubes of her chest.

The initial fright passed, and she relaxed.

“Your service is working quickly,” she whispered as she entered the role.

- We try to be one step ahead of the desires of our customers.

- And what do I want?

My hand slid across her tummy, lay down on her plump labia and squeezed them slightly. There was a quiet moan.

- Yes...

She did not have time to agree, our lips met in a kiss. My fingers slid lower to her hot cave. She was all wet and sticky. Her husband's cum has not completely left her bosom, and is now mixed with her secretions. She bit my lip slightly when I inserted two fingers at once into her unstuck vagina. Inside was even more humid. Looking up from her mouth, I began to kiss her breasts, lightly nibbling petrified nipples. She bit her hand so as not to moan when my fingers slid into her vagina. Periodically taking them out of her current hole, I started to caress her clit, and then she arched, trying to press closer to my hand. Tatiana was already at the limit.

- I'll finish now! - She moaned, almost breaking off at the cry, and covered her mouth with her palm.

My fingers moved back and forth, filling the silence of the night, with the squishy sounds of her vagina. I caught her nipple with my teeth and bit it. It worked like a trigger, her body tightened and she shook in a violent orgasm. Waves of incline wandered through her body, looking for a way out, and finally burst out in a drawn-out moan.

Her husband fumbled. I froze, almost merging with the mattress. Tatyana breathed loudly. Moments stretched painfully long. At last silence reigned. The husband, sitting comfortably, snored again.

“My heart almost jumped out,” she whispered.

“Still ahead,” I retorted.

From all that happened, my dick stood a stake, a little more and crack the seams on the jeans. I quickly pulled off a sweaty T-shirt. Despite the large window, it was stuffy inside. Then, just as quickly, I got rid of my pants, trying to make as little noise as possible. And finally, completely naked again clung to Tatiana.She had already recovered from her orgasm and, touching my swollen member, sighed languidly. Having thrown me on my back, she slipped a little lower, and I felt her hot breath on my penis. She took it in her hand, ran a tongue over it, and began to suck. As I said, she did great. I was already beginning to think to finish in her mouth, as she pulled away and, saddling me, put the member into her vagina. As if preying, she slowly lowered herself a couple of times, after which she began to accelerate the pace. The inflatable mattress was very bad under the weight of our bodies, which made her husband shake and he twitched again. She fell on my chest and pressed. At last he froze again and peacefully snuffled. My member was exhausted without work, and lifting her buttocks with one motion I drove him to its full length. Tatiana gasped, late, covering her mouth with her hand. The mattress swung to the beat of our movements.

“Come from behind,” she whispered, leaning over my face, from which her nipples rested against my chest.

We carefully changed places. She got on all fours, slightly arched her back. Once back, I stroked her ass, and before inserting a member, bent down and ran his tongue through her crotch. Tart taste of its abundant discharge, burn lips. I am more imbued with a passionate kiss in her vagina. She moaned, and in order to muffle the sound, buried her face in the pillow, from this her butt even more kicked up, sticking out her pussy. Pushing my lips together, my tongue reached the clitoris and began to caress it. This went on for several minutes. Finally, I stood up, and, taking a member of the hand, inserted it into the emaciated desire of the vagina. He slid inside until he reached the womb. I squeezed her buttocks with my hands, and began to fuck. Forgetting the fear of waking my husband, Tatyana groaned every time I entered her. Her voice, muffled by the pillow, was sometimes interrupted by the ringing slaps of my eggs against her wet thighs. From our heated bodies in the tent it became hot, the air was soaked with the smell of sweat and sex. My husband slept peacefully, and half a meter from him, I fucked his beautiful wife. My excitement reached the limit and drove a member of the most eggs, I began to finish pouring her insides with hot sperm. She probably felt it, and with the first portion of my seed huddled in an orgasm. Tatyana moaned something into the pillow, and her little hole, contracting in time with the convulsions passing through her body, pumped out all of my eggs.

Finally, we fell exhausted. This had a tsunami effect. The stream of compressed air moved inside the mattress and, buried in her husband, raised it and threw the tent on the floor. He grunted disgustedly and rolled over, and again fell asleep. We lay embracing.

“And again your services were up to the mark,” Tatyana finally whispered. - And if I again need the services of your company.

- That is unlikely. With the rising of the sun, you will not even remember me, - I kissed her on the lips.

- But why? - she pulled away and tried to look into my eyes.

- Because, I am the fruit of your imagination.

I kissed her once more and gathered my things in my handful. The fire has long been nobody. Quickly dressed, I took out a cigarette, lit it from a smoldering firehead, and the last time I looked at the tent, I walked slowly along the path lit by the pale moonlight.