{♂ 13 ♀}

She lived with her lovers. She even brought her lingerie to the apartment of Glory — to the supply, if, with sudden outbursts of passion, it got dirty. Dirty panties, bras stuffed in a bag and bag.

I learned to identify ebily males ...

- Oh. As if not fucking there. I am begging you. - Inserted aunt.

... Standing, leaning forward, as if signing a document. And then sharply raised her eyes. If a man is not a coward, he will not take his eyes off the neckline neckline, in which breast appetizingly laid in a translucent bra, beckoned. Slabak usually hid their eyes - it means that they were no good lovers. All will look around, if their spouses do not go.

Another determinant of male power is swollen veins in the arms. If they are pronounced, then the heart is powerful, it pushes blood through all the vessels, and the penis is the most capacious vessel in the male body. Three to four times increased with an erection.

In the summer we went with Vaska to the resort, a ticket was issued for two without any problems. Whores at those resorts, I'll tell you! Do not measure.

- And you said there too. - Said mom.

- Yeah! And I still arrived! Haha Nah, I'm not fucking. I am an honest guy. Ha ha ha.

Somehow lying on a deck chair. Sunbathing. I look at the knolls and the decent knobs sticking out of the bottoms of men, I appreciate. I try to restrain a wave of excitement. Vaska went to the sea. But something does not come back. I became worried. I do not drown? From my heart I was relieved when I saw him leaving the barn with the catamarans. Even more relieved by the appearance of the same lady coming out from there. “If not its deep lagoon, the hubby can swim in such moisture”!

I didn’t even give a thought to give him a blow, why spoil the holiday mood. After all, I have the very face in the gun. Then he fucks me, and in thoughts with this slut is. I had such thoughts often: now Anton, now Slavik. Yes, you bitches, also practice mental masturbation, more than confident. From this better erection, more thickened member of the pounding men. Similarly, in the room we copulated every day, sex was at its best. A couple of times I noticed how he came out of another building, where a young bitch lived. I just smiled, looking at his blissful face, stroking his palm on the cheek.

The day before departure, I tell him that I need fruits and berries. Hubby resigned as if he pulled his ankle. I had to go to the city myself for the presents from the south. In one lane, the local guys dragged me into the back of the store. Strangled.

- Do not resist. Have fun, and then in the ass otbёm and strangle.

Scared thorough. I do not even know why I was more scared - for my ass or life! Haha One laid me on the table, holds, the second began to rape. I shout: “It hurts! You at least grease, something, Herod. " I spat bastard on my genitals relish and entered. "Bolt" probably ... here with this bottle!

The second let me go and shoved my prick in my mouth. Dirty, also not frail in size, stinking prick. I almost pulled out. But from a big dick that the fireman of my firebox went into a rage. Already podmahivala vengeance. And moaning. She grabbed the cock of the second and began to suck furiously. Once disconnected from the buzz. I woke up, and they fuck me. Two turned off, and they are all fighting. The first finished on my belly. I settled down second and also finished on the stomach.

“I would have undressed myself in front of such good fellows,” said, pulling on her panties, after dabbing a handkerchief dipped in water from a bottle, “I shouldn’t leave marks on my neck, what do I tell my husband now?”

- Tell the truth, they say, strangled, but repulsed and fled. About sex you can not speak, at its discretion. Let us give you a couple of baskets of berries and fruits. For such a good woman is not sorry.

- Sundress crushed, traces left. Do you think some berries get off? Where can we normally come to love? Or are you "normal" can not? Only by force?

- wah! What a woman! Let's go to the second floor, there is a shower, the bed is big.

I like to deal with clean people, and she herself just a little bit, that I immediately hygiene. I rinsed, I got the guys cleaned out. Wine from local grape varieties, which young people kindly treated, relaxed my mind and body.

Asking only not to poke in the anus, they say, I have problems with the intestines, allowed the guys to use my mouth and vagina for their fantasies. Torn the soul with them, babonki! As a tradeswoman, who had seized upon the damovshchina, seized the clubs of the guys, she herself stuffed her into the vagina. I remembered all the cases when Vasya did not pay. When Borka razdrakonit and coils. I ate the sperm of each of the young guys - slightly different in taste, discharge, gave the grape flavor. A member of the Gogi didn’t get into my mouth, so I licked only the head, enjoying Vano’s frictions, filling my half-centimeter thick Fuldus into my rattled vagina. All knowledge in their sexual pathology applied. She herself was glad the guys had been pleased. And if propriety would allow - would go on foot, naked, smeared with sperm - look, people, here comes a completely satisfied bitch. But ... The sanatorium was returning on its feet to the raskoryachku, happy-th-th-th.

Vaska said, as it was (not all of course, only about the fact), because she was afraid, suddenly picked up something. To not climb, until I check.

- Check yourself too, I saw you leaving the barn with pullet. Probably left here to fuck her goodbye? Goodbye? Satisfied? Well, I also do not complain. Sorry for being rude.

He already began to stutter from such a trump card of mine.

The guys infected me. Do not worry - ureaplasmosis. A course of antibiotics cured. And this is just one punishment in a lifetime.

{♂ 14 ♀}

{1}

After returning from a resort where her husband had a connection with a blonde, she called us at home and demanded that Vaska be divorced because she had flown from him. I quarreled with him that evening. The boys sent to her husband's parents so that they would not hear our quarrel. Hastily told him in a temper any nasty things. Then it is logical to reason that a further quarrel will lead to a break - the children will be left without a father whom they love. Without me, they also do not want to live. I asked him for forgiveness for rude words sent to him. She said that she was not ready for such a turn. What did you think about a pleasant stage, and this call spoiled the mood.

“What did you think about so nice?”

Shelestya, opened the same page from the book of fate. Carefully, with the placement of accents and punctuation marks, I read aloud the paragraph after paragraph:

- About Anton Sergeyevich ..., lover ...! After the meeting, with which, our life has gone the other way ...

How to spirit, talked about their treason. All-all. About dates, about meetings with other men. That he is a regular member of my circle, as a spouse, Anton as a Pygmalion, and Slavik as a young stallion.

Vasya also spoke about his adventures. I talked about the first betrayal when I was pregnant with a senior. Then, he was more and more eager for change: “You know that even the most favorable weather in Eden is getting annoying, I want Siberian frost, the heat of the desert, a rainfall comparable to the universal flood. But the thought of leaving you and leaving for another woman never came. Because I was sure that, in the end, the new wife would be bored. And this blonde is so much like you in her youth, that on the very first day of her appearance he was tempted. ” Permanent "circles" for his member was not: "I have not met yet a rival to you!"

He said that he guessed about my adyulter. It hurt suddenly I blossomed after a routine of domestic existence. And my career began to change with terrifying speed.

- After eight years of waiting for an apartment - bang, and we are in three rubles, although we were in the queue in the second ten and could only count on a two-room apartment. Your brigadier is unique. Sudden craving for education.I even became afraid that you would leave me, considering it unworthy.

- I'm not a scavenger, some sort of, to destroy the idyll of our life. You can consider me as a whore, a prostitute ...