- The next day, the grandmother said that she slept like a dead one, as if she had had sex with herself. Slept the cries of the first roosters.

- Every evening we bathed in a bath, then copulated on a moaning bed. Granny woke up with red eyes from tears: “I didn’t like. War damn it killed my husbands "!

- And after that we did not miss the chance to have sex. You surrendered to me in any place, did not restrain the joy of ecstasy. Pregnancy did not become a hindrance in love games. Oh! I remembered! Already almost at the end of September, we retired in the bushes. I was lying on the ground, as it was chilly to lie, and you were already in the second month of pregnancy. I am on the back, you are in riding pose. Download. And then the girl from our construction team ran into the bushes for little need. I saw you, I do not. “Are you writing ...? I, too, need to be offended ”and starts to murmur Understanding that a girl with an open gap sits literally half a mile from us, I became more excited. He started to throw you up, you bit your lip, moan. The girl, having finished the procedure, got up, spread her legs, dabbed the remnants of urine from the genitals. Began to pull the pants, pants. All this time, the hem of her dress was pressed to the chest with his chin. And the most important thing is that through the foliage I saw it all.

- Yeah, I remembered. Scream. What you will not see in an uninformed village. Wild types of kolkhozniki, coping with the need, literally in a week have ceased to disturb. Do you remember how Zinka Kuzmina gazed at the mating bull and cow. As she walked, everything turned its head, finally it came into a cow cake. Slipped on it and, falling, hands climbed into other piles of cakes. Haha That was a mate! Haha

The man and the woman lay still, remembering the past years.

- Come on, we will have a revelation day today. I told you about my significant mistresses, now it's your turn.

- What was before the meeting with me? Ha! Mistresses ?! Tell me about adultery ... Okay, let me start.

- Do you know why I like the role-playing game with a plumber ...? Seven months after the birth of Seni, our hot water pipe burst through us. You're as always at the right time in the service. Hot water pours. I, realizing that I could not do it myself, called the housing office. Plumber came running, turned off the tap. But not immediately, he had to take a stream of hot water on himself. All wet, undertook to help me, collect water, so as not to flood the neighbors. I don’t pay attention that my bathrobe is just two buttons buttoned. Water collected. I straightened up, now I see a man. Large, strong, under two meters tall. Age over sixty years. He is standing wet, his shirt is unbuttoned. Numerous gray hair adorn the chest.

He looks at my body. I lower my eyes and see my negligee. Not only are the buttons unbuttoned, the still-wet fabric stuck to the breasts and thighs, not at all hiding my body. I got lost. It was already dark outside the window. When trying to turn on the light in the kitchen, the light bulb burst. Broken glass, nasty crunched under the boots of my grandfather and my slippers. Spare bulbs you hid on the mezzanine. With a ceiling height of three meters, even you got up on two chairs, standing on top of each other. What to do? Glass must be collected. As it is necessary to feed the child at night. Thank God that Senka slept soundly at this time, did not bother me.

To get up on two shaky chairs, the grandfather refused. He set me up like a small child in a parade, on his shoulder and raised me to the entresol. I don't care low. He put his hand under my ass and raised. I do not know, he intentionally moved his fingers, or it was more convenient to adjust, but after two layers of fabric - a dressing gown and shorts, I felt the movement of hot fingers.A wave of excitement gripped me, instead of looking for damn light bulbs, sat and listened to the actions of a man. Only after he groaned, woke up, found what he was looking for.

Again, he changed the light bulb. It turned out that it is not so easy to do. The base of the light bulb remains in the cartridge. The grandfather, fearing that he would be electrocuted, asked to put dry rags on a stool, then took off his boots and climbed on it. In short changed. In the bright light of the light bulb helped me collect fragments of glass. I quickly washed the floor again. Ran into the bath, put on another robe. Put the kettle on the gas. I decided to drink tea savior. The man introduced himself, Nikolai Alekseevich, called him. Drink my grandfather tea with jam. Oh yes! I hung his wet shirt and pants on the battery to dry. Winter is still freezing. The windows were covered with condensation, what could not be seen on the street. He sits at the table in his underpants and slippers. The situation is comical - the husband on a business trip, naked ..., not quite true, the plumber is sitting in an apartment with his wife. From hot batteries, plumbing clothes dried quickly. He got dressed. Then I jerked unclean to ask, how can I thank him?

Nikolai Alekseevich grunted and said:

- I have not lived as a husband for several weeks with my wife ... For potency, I was advised to have the sap of a young woman ... Yes. Yes. Those same ... From that source.

- And how do you imagine that?

- Yes, do not worry, daughter. Get your fingers in there, wet them and let me lick. Preferably a couple of times. And better three times. I will turn away, I will not look. Let's try it, maybe it's not for nothing that people chat. I felt the heat from your lips, I realized that you were moistened while sitting on my palm.

A calm voice gave me confidence that my grandfather is not deceiving and he really needs such delicate help. He turned away, I turned away too. As soon as he hinted at the source, I was moistened. But still not enough. I rubbed a little clit, introduced how he would lick my fingers. Dipped two fingers deep into the vagina. Grandfather diligently licked his fingers, one by one, sucking on the very palm. Moisture flowed from the vulva. This excitement as if the full-fledged act seized me.

The second time I did not turn away. Considered enough that he turned away. She shoved four fingers inside the boat. For dunking, it was more convenient for me to sit down, bend my back, and spread my hips. I look up, and he watches me dig. From this, I flowed even more. Not realizing that with my left hand I keep pulling down the elastic of my underpants, I offer him my right palm. He licks the same way responsibly. And my eyes stared at my crotch. But why should I ask to turn away, I saw my kukcheryashki perfectly. More foolish paintings can not be imagined. A young woman stands in the middle of the kitchen, putting her fingers into her vagina. And the plumber is watching her. Brought an image? At least comically. Do you agree ?! He licked the third portion of moisture for a long time, stretching pleasure. Thanked. I have it too. Gone.

As a sixth grader, I sat on the sofa and masturbated before the shutdown ... That's not all, wait. A week later, he met me at the entrance. Said:

- Here is my wife, asked me to give you, daughter, a box of chocolates “Ryaba hen”. She really liked your help in my ailments. I'll go already. And you can once again go if you need ... medicine?

A week later he came for the supplement. But who will refuse a suffering woman. I took him to the apartment. He helped bring the sled with Semen, took off his coat, it turned out that he came in a clean suit. Catching a light aroma of cologne "Moscow". First, she sat down to watch TV, and she went into the bath. I rinsed after a walk with my son. Senya was sleeping, walking in the fresh air. I threw on only my bathrobe.

She sat next to Nicholas on the couch. Tuning in to the excitement. My grandfather realized that I needed his help. He put his paw on my chest and began to caress her. Feel juices begin to pile up. Outside still do not flow, but inside it is hot and humid. Nicholas pinches my nipple. I climb my fingers into the vagina. Nikolai licks my fingers and diligently rumples my chest.Hypnotized, I sit not undertaking ... Read more →