Do not think that I changed partners every day. Two or three cavaliers a year. It is difficult to find a partner worthy of my criteria. This fairy tale quickly affects. But besides this, the family, the house, the cottage, the household is shorter. I didn’t want to throw blood children.

As Anton said, I was chosen, in quotes, by the chairman of the trade union committee. Appeared his office. I learned to drive a car.

Cavaliers have increased over time. Someone needs something, someone else. All go through the trade union. Who with a gift. Someone needs to show the opposite thanks. Appeared dating, pull. So she worked, again in quotes.

As they say now: “I was pumping” a car, a four-room apartment, an increased pension. Children around the apartment.

I went to resorts every year. And there she met many men. Young, of course, didn’t look at me so often - anyway, they take their years.

After menopause has begun. Vagina moisture left much to be desired. Sensations pleasant less. Vaska, after fifty-five years more in the country, disappeared. There is no attention there. In winter, only a couple of times a week, or even a month, will sprinkle my knunk. Sometimes they played role-playing games ... This is a separate topic, there will be time, I will tell ...

Well, in short. The fourth milestone is this.

Swatya, mother-in-law of our eldest son, died. Swat began to visit us for boredom. Noticed - he looks at me. My body is flabby but slim. Milking, that's what ... And earlier, when only our children got married, we had contact with the svat. He was very drunk, and did not think that he remembered the passing sex. Anticipating your offers to sleep with the rest of the matchmakers, I will say - one daughter-in-law is fatherless, the other father is drunk, and as the saying goes: "Born to drink, can't fuck."

So, the matchmaker then glances at me in the ass, then at the boobs. I myself caught fire, I want. My libido has ignited. I want everything. What to do? Where to give? And most importantly - how? That it was pleasant. Sent Vasya for bread. And the matchmaker is so plainly saying:

- I caught your eyes, I understand your desire. Come on next week, Vasya will go to the cottage, and I will come to you.

I myself think how best to arrange everything. I bought in the pharmacy gel lubrication. To spread the vagina. Prepared clothes. I decided to dress up schoolgirl. Skirt, blouse, bow on the head. All this from the role-playing games with Vassenka lay waiting for the possibility of application. Feel very young and nick please. Came to his home, the benefit of only one stop to go. Dressed in anxious high school girl, the matchmaker saw, fluttered.

- Do not rush. We have plenty of time. Let's better play school. I am a high school student. You are either a teacher or a schoolboy. Teacher ...? Good!

“Semyon Semyonovich, I haven’t done my homework today,” I say in a tearful little voice. - Because my chest ached. This one. Feel her how hot she is. - I took the boob out of her bra. He began to stroke.

- It is necessary to compare the temperature with another gland.

And he already climbed over the second. Started kissing them. Suck nipples. Crouched to my lips passionately. Anyway, it was fast, I decided to lay it off a little. She offered him a drink of brandy. Soaked the throat.

- Well, so what do you say about the failed task? Maybe I should put on my knees? To apologize. Or on the ass smack? And let me answer you instead of geometry by anatomy, - I knelt at his feet. Pulled off his pants with shorts. Took up a hardened member. - This is the male member. In a scientific penis. Men need it for urination, - while continuing to stroke the cucumber Svatovsky, I say.- Poured by blood, the penis increases in sizes. In the erect state, it is needed for procreation. The member consists of a head and a cavernous body ... Oh. I thought here - there is a bit of geometry. Look, Semen Semenovich, a member is under a certain degree to the horizon. I'll bring a protractor and measure the angle ...

- Yes, you pretend, trashy girl! You have to be punished. Come on bare ass! Now you get a belt.

That is what I wanted to show him my faded but thirsty buttocks. I stood in a pose. Picked up her skirt.

- Too soft a punishment will be - flog you through the pants, take off. Take it off. Otherwise, I'll take it off myself. And it will be worse for you, - the lover plays with the stern voice of the tutor.

He took off his pants and began to slap his buttocks and fingers into the burrow ... No, not in the ass, fool. He took out his fingers. And she went for a walk Europe. I did not expect anybody to pick the vagina. Girls! What I got up! Leg raised. Back arched as she could. My vulva was saturated with blood, swollen like orange slices. Nick dreamed about something, it can not finish. Although I swam a couple of times.

I asked to go to bed. Get naked. I just have to unbutton my bra and throw a bow out of the hair on my head. Went to bed While undressing, his member went limp. I spread my legs, showing him my charm. Hand mnu member. Continued.

That's where it went. Like a fast train. I'm podmahivayu. He puffs, but hews. The strongest orgasm cramped my muscles, and he also finished. Lies, does not move. She caught her breath. All sweaty lie. I feel a member does not fall. I think, like Vasya in his youth, without removing another stick he would throw. And he does not move. I'm pushing him. And he does not breathe. “Fuck,” I scream. “Come to life.” Threw it on its side. I tried to do artificial respiration. But she could not. I called the ambulance. A member of the dead does not fall off! With the palms, let's squeeze the blood out of the penis, somehow managed. Quickly he pants, clothes pulled. On the bed, the order has brought. Swat was no longer save. But honor, and he and his had to be saved.

The ambulance noted cardiac arrest. Like this. Zabla man to death. Gave him a deathbed orgasm. “From the earthly high immediately moved to the heavenly high. Lucky him! - Vasya said after my explanation.

- Let's remember my last fucker ... I'll go ... Maybe Vaska will take me to death. And you girls, remember - as long as the crevice is wet, while you want an intravaginal massage - fuck.

- One more thing, Aunt Nur. Do you have a little book that describes the pathology left? Let me see - I feel, I'm all pathological.

- Mom Anh, do not die. We need you. Who will follow my bare feet, the mind of the mind to teach. - Said mom.

- And I will warn Alfiyushku - let him begin early. - To which I heard the mum hiss.

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Baba Anya left, promising to find a little book and not die. I already thought everything, now these will go to sleep. They turned gray, pondering what they had heard, were silent. Here mom declares:

- Here you ask, where do we have dark-haired twins? Ala is red, Shamil is red, both are grandfathers of a Tatar. I'm a blonde Ukrainian. And these black and twins. In the family no one has such anomalies. This I have sinned.

- Marishka, I almost jumped on the couch. And my mother continued to confess before her aunt.

The story of mom Alfiya.

During pregnancy Shamil, we already “plowed” him in this apartment, without embarrassing my moans, transferred me to light work in the plant management. In the archive. Paper hemming. Archivist then was Gleb Kuzmich. A handsome man in his fifties already. In the archive, he fenced himself an office. In addition to the table and chairs there was an ottoman. Type of medical couch. My desk was in a different corner, opposite the front door. And if you turn your head to the left you can see the door to the office.

I sit stitching paper. One young lady comes in. In his hand a package with something. Heading to the office. Talk about something. Gleb Kuzmich closes his door. And what happens there, I do not know. After some time, the young lady comes out, somewhat shabby, recovering on the go. A day or two later, the same story. I do not care. Well, I think, maybe he masters the massage therapist.

Somehow a very young, thin one comes ... Read more →