Finally, Liza and Katya spent almost the whole day not as cohabitants, but as a mother and daughter, like a normal family. They had breakfast together, sunbathed on the beach, had lunch, talked all this time, smiled and laughed. They behaved like best friends, not like people from different generations who do not understand each other. But the closer the time approached in the evening, their cockroaches in their heads made themselves felt.

Gennady called Liza in the morning, wondering if she would come to the evening barbecue. The question was formulated in such a way that its meaning was not whether a woman would come or not, but rather whether she would do it of her own free will or she would have to be “shoved”. Lisa answered vaguely, referring to some of the things she had planned earlier. “Well, well,” the man answered her and pushed the red end of the call button. He was sure that Liza would still honor him with his visit, and that Katia would be at the door of the house "like a bayonet" at the appointed time, he had no doubt.

The company for the evening he was chosen small, and the soul demanded scope. As luck would have it, all of his friends and acquaintances were either in Moscow or rested in Sochi and other cities and countries. Accepting the narrow list of participants for the evening, after breakfast, he went to the nearest supermarket for meat, vegetables and other products.

- Gena, you ?! - He heard, holding in his hands a few kilograms of pork. Turning to the source of the sound, he saw a man of his own age, but he could not remember him at all.

- I am. Do we know each other? - He did not become cunning.

- Gena-Gena, it means that you quickly forget your business partners!

- Dimon, are you something !?

- He is.

- Nifiga currently "quickly forget"! Yes, we have not seen you for 8 years! And you put on it! - After shaking an old acquaintance's hand, he slapped him naturally on the rounded belly.

- Age you understand. Although looking at you can see that you do not understand. And you are in good shape!

- I try.

- What are the fate of us?

- To you"? To whom is this “you” and how many are there “you”?

- Oh, I completely forgot, Gena, this is my spouse, Natasha. - From behind the man came out and smiled a middle-aged woman.

- Hello.

- I am glad to meet you, I suggest to switch to “you”. Dima and I used to do so many things, so many projects we realized that now only on “you”.

- As you say. - the woman continued to smile.

- We, Gene, here 5 years ago bought a house in the suburbs. Ten minutes from here.

- Well done, congratulations. But I once again came here to relax.

- One?

- With son.

- Ooh, how old is he?

“I don’t remember, nineteen seems to be.” - Shattered a man.

- Wow, great at all.

- Yes, quite big. And he doesn’t like the old man at all, he stays at home all the time, he is not tempted by adventures.

- Well, what do you want, he is not interested with you. Computer, Internet, everything.

- Listen, Dimon. - I decided to change the topic Gennady. - Today I collect a company, a kebab to eat under the brandy. I will be very happy to see you and my wife on this small Sabantui.

- Why not! - rejoiced old friend. - Tomorrow is a day off, you can. That you are here, Muscovites, relax, and we live and work.

- Do not press on pity, it is better to remind what your favorite brandy.

- You know my tastes, do not lie.

- Exactly, exactly, bigger, more expensive and free then.

- You can see right away that you know my Dima well! - His wife entered the conversation. And when she moved about ten meters away, Gennady, in a low voice, told a friend:

- In the evening there will be some interesting girls and women, save power.

- Are you still true to your perverted hobbies?

- For whom the perversion, and for whom the usual practice.

- I know you, I will consider. Where would Natasha put ...

- I will take on this “problem”.

“Just don’t kill her, she hasn’t formalized her grandfather’s inheritance yet.”

- You're a fool?

“Sorry, you know that I always had a tight sense of humor.”

- I know I know. Better write down the address.

Gennady invited all the motley people to eight o'clock in the evening. Therefore, about six in the bathroom of Lisa and Kati formed a flea market.

- Cate, well, where are you going? You don't see, I need a large mirror.

- And I do not need? Do you pretend at all? Still decided to go to Gennady?

- No, I did not decide ...

- Then what for it?

- Not what for, but why.

- and?

- Well, most likely, I will go.

- Okay. “It was easier for the girl to be left behind her mother so that you would quickly release the bathroom.” Katya wanted to get ready for the evening and make a cleansing enema for herself, and just rinse under a shower.

Liza's wishes were similar. She understood how her visit to Gennady would end at 99%, and if we recall yesterday’s promise of Sveta suddenly burst into her life and fuck her in the ass with a strap-on, then the outcome of the evening was 200% clear. She was both waiting for this evening, and was afraid of him.

In the end, ten minutes to eight, they were both ready. Both put on dresses with bare shoulders, emphasizing the dignity of the figure, and in the case of Lisa, and hiding some flaws. Unlike her mother, Katya did not wear underwear, therefore, in order not to reveal the fact of absence of a bra under the dress, she chose a dress with a thicker fabric. Beautiful hairstyles and neat makeup nicely complemented the picture.

Walking along the street in shoes on an average heel and small handbags in their hands, they looked very impressive. Only here Katya's nipples from friction about the fabric of the dress nevertheless began to treacherously bristle and show through her, attracting the glances of rare passers-by.

Almost all the way, the mother and daughter were silent, lost in their thoughts and experiences. Their feelings were different. Katya had already more or less understood herself and was going to a meeting as if she was having a meeting with peculiar like-minded people, she knew what to expect from them, and understood that her body and holes would not have to rest tonight. She herself wanted it and was excited by thoughts of new adventures alone. Yes, and her "like-minded people" also understood that Katya can be used as she comes into her head, the girl will endure to the last and with all her might try to please her tormentors and rapists.

The situation with Lisa was much more complicated. She loved hard sex, got into it, craved for something new, but her subconscious was still trying to fight for the remnants of the honor and dignity of a woman. She was still afraid of Gennady, although she trusted him. I didn’t know what to expect from Sveta, although her behavior and appearance were attracted to her. With her, Lisa was turned on by the unusualness of sexual manipulation, and even with such a spectacular girl. In addition, Alexander was invited, the “boyfriend” of her daughter, with whom she also had time to get to know each other very closely, and to have a very diverse and ambiguous time.

Going to the fenced territory of the house of Gennady, Lisa and Katya, without saying a word, took out mirrors from their purses and were convinced of the impeccability of their hairstyles and make-up. Because of the hedge, there was music and the loud voice of the host. After a short pause, Katya entered the unclosed gate first, and Lisa followed her daughter. They walked past the benches under the window of the room of Gennady, where during the first days on vacation, the girl received unforgettable emotions that radically affected her behavior and life. And Lisa, on the contrary, looked up to where a bright light streamed from the room, reminding a woman of her adventures in this house.

Having walked around the house, from its reverse side, the arrivals saw the remaining guests.The owner of the house in a T-shirt, apron and his unchanging shorts conjured over a large brazier, igniting coals. The blonde, dressed as usual very brightly and effectively, sat in the gazebo, on the edge of the bench, with her legs crossed, gleaming with a long chain of white gold, which casually sloped down to her gorgeous neckline. In this neckline and lost the look of a young man in the depths of the arbor. Alexander was ...