arched under him. The novel moved at an accelerated pace, while trying to penetrate as deeply as possible. Olkin juice flowed through his balls, dripping onto the sofa, soaking it through and through.

The young elastic body in male hands was full of energy and passion. The novel had not been with a woman for too long, all the more so beautiful, to be able to endure this sweet torture. A couple of minutes orgasm overtook him. He leaned on Olya and exhaled heavily, he pressed his cock deep into her tender gut and began to erupt directly inward, filling the young uterus with thick, fertile sperm. The veins on his neck and forehead swelled, large muscles appeared in his arms. A member throbbed, pumping Olga's tummy with new seed streams.

- What did I do the old fool? - he said later, panting, looking at the happy and smiling Olya.

- Do not say that! - She kissed him on the lips. “I wanted this myself.” We both wanted.

- Olga. - Roman guiltily looked at her. - I love you. Fell in love like a boy.

- Is it bad? - In her voice read tenderness. - Love is always good. I love you too, Roman Evgenievich. She used to love, but only as her husband's father ... and now ... now I love as a man.

Her palm gently clasped a member that has lost its hardness. From her touch, everything inside Romana trembled, and the blood began to fill again, the organ that had been shot out was. A minute later he was proudly sticking up, and Olya's soft white pen slid up and down.

“I won't be able without you,” she admitted, interrupting their lingering kiss. - I can not be happy with someone else. When you are near, when in me, Sasha seems to be alive. He is your blood, and therefore you have a piece of it.

Roman leaned on the back of the couch, while Olya, having thrown a leg over it, sat astride a phallus reared up and pushed her round, plump backside.

“I won't leave you, Olenka,” he promised, stroking her thick hips. - For Sasha. I'll take care of you and the baby.

“About the children,” she corrected. - About our children.

Her breasts jumped and swayed in the face of Roman. The hair was spread over the shoulders and back. When hot streams again splashed out of her vaginal shuddering in orgasmic spasms, Olya was no longer frightened, but merely lifted herself from her penis and, closing her lips, lowered her father directly to her stomach. After that, the girl sat down again on a long strained trunk and moved at the same pace.

In the end, Roman struggled to squeeze her white ass in her palms. Buried in the womb, he drained his cream over and over again. She pressed her whole body to him, taking in his fertile seed, and kissed his face.

Olya came to his bedroom at night ...

From that day she began to sleep only in the bed of Roman. Feeling responsible to her, a man after a couple of weeks made a proposal to the girl and she, crying with happiness, accepted it. The opinion of their mutual friends Roman did not care. It was his family that concerned only him and Olya. The wedding was played not noisy, only a few of the closest people were invited - those who understood perfectly well that Roman did the right thing by taking on the debt to take care of the widow of his son.

A month later, it turned out that Olya had become heavier.

Her belly grew every day, and the passion between the newlyweds did not subside for a single moment. Roman felt full of the strength of a young man, again and again pumping the vagina of his young wife. It seemed to open a second wind. As if Sasha, who had left them, gave his life to him, giving his father a second chance to become happy again and start a family.

Lying on his back, Roman gently squeezed huge breasts of his wife with nipples blackened from pregnancy. Big belly did not prevent her from giving herself to him with feeling. Riding a man, a girl with loud moans sat down on his fat cock standing upright. Penetrating deep into her smacking wet bosom, Roman always felt contact with the uterus stretched by the rapidly growing fetus.

Olga gave birth without problems.A man took her from the hospital just a day after a strong healthy baby was born. The boy was called Paul.

Ulyanka grew beautiful and surprisingly like a mother girl. Romana she always called dad. By the time she was as old as her mother was when she gave birth to her, Olga already gave her husband five children.

Once a man lost his first son. Now he has four sons, but Sasha’s face always comes to mind. Remembering him, Roman wondered every time whether he had made the right choice. But looking into the happy face of Olga and their children, the man every time realized that he had done everything correctly.