Kornily Borisovich, in his 67 years, was an ordinary pensioner, of whom there are a great many in Moscow. He lived in a two-room apartment on the first floor in a standard nine-story building built in the USSR. No, Cornelius was not a lonely old man - his wife died exactly 6 years ago, but two children remained: the eldest son got married safely and lived at the other end of Moscow, occasionally dropping by to visit the old man, while the youngest daughter went to America under the program work and travel and stayed there, having successfully married an American dummy, although it is still from which side to look - judging by the photographs that Cornelius saw, this American was 10 years older than his daughter, deprived of nature in beauty and overweight, is clearly not enjoyed popular with women, and here such Russian “NATASHA” is slim and with elastic ass ... a poet’s dream, Ostap Bender would say. Yes, and it was a sin to Cornelius to complain, because the daughter did not forget the old man regularly sent him 100 or 200 US dollars.

In general, life went on as usual, loved Cornelius and smoke and drink. By the way, Cornelius smoked like a steam locomotive, having tried for the first time at the factory at 23, for more than 40 years now he has not taken a single day's respite. As for a drink, Cornelius began to lean on beer a long time ago, as evidenced by a fairly rounded beer belly, and lately, he began to overdo it with stronger alcoholic beverages, which was successfully helped by his two so-called “chums” who lived in the same house - Stepan 58 years old, who lived in the same house with his wife, son, daughter-in-law and grandson — one word full of parsley, so he dropped in to Cornelius to thump and rest from domestic fuss, and the second 30-year-old Max, a typical drunk, neighboring porch that mustache eshno started drinking in high school but never finished and now and then wandered around the area, drinking, smoking, as it should be alcoholics. He often dropped into Cornelius Borisovich not so much that he could wet his throat, but also talk, and Cornelius was interested in him - although Max was not a promising bukharik, he knew everything about their area and details that just amaze you, and what else do you need in your old age, except for dirty gossip about neighbors, acquaintances, or just the people with whom you live next door.

So today’s Friday July day has passed, like all the previous ones in the last two years, after Kornilii Borisovich’s retirement. He got up, ate, went to the store, closer to dinner, Max went in, drank vodka, smoked, chatted, Max left satisfied and drunk. The clock showed 21:34, Cornelius turned on an old laptop, which his son presented to him last year, by the way, he constantly supplied Cornelius with b / aural technology and that was proof of Cornelius’s iphone 4, TV, and other rubbish. He turned on the laptop, which Cornelius began to master exactly a year ago and quite successfully; it was then that he was the second time in his life at 66 years old and discovered the wonderful world of porn, although he used to watch German porn on tapes and DVDs, but about such a variety as in on the Internet, he didn’t even guess - what was there just not there: schoolgirls, old men, blacks, Asians, lesbians and gays, animals and a mixture of all of them among themselves.

Yes, for the first time after viewing such a porn member, Cornelius stood with a stake, so much so that even drive a bald one happened 3 times in the evening. By the way, Cornelius’s porn preferences over time began to change - if at first he preferred to look at young girls of 20-30, how they fuck with the same young guys, then over time his tastes changed, now he enjoyed watching old grandfathers his age, and better when older than 10 years alone, or even a few people fucking young schoolgirls recklessly in all their young holes, and the younger the better, but it was under such porn that he could relish vzdrochnut along the way he fantasized and imagining himself on m ste these old-lucky.

Today, having gone to his favorite porn sites, Cornelius was going to jerk off and go to bed, but after fumbling through the pages and watching a couple of dozen videos, he never felt enough excitement from watching, maybe because the daily viewing of porn was already pretty boring, but maybe just the amount of alcohol drunk with Max. After sitting for another 15 minutes and twitching his pisyun, Cornelius realized the futility of his occupation and decided to finish with this matter and went to bed.

Cornelius slept, like all the old people at his age, that is, little, with constant visits to the toilet in the middle of the night, and this night was no exception. Waking up in the middle of the night, Cornelius got up, the alcohol was already quite weathered, although he still reminded of himself with an unpleasant taste in his mouth, looked at his watch - 3:22, went to the toilet, despite the fact that he wanted to piss, it turned out quite a bit on the way back in the corridor, took cigarettes on a shelf and put on slippers and went outside to smoke, he often smoked at night on the balcony, in the toilet, and during the warm season he preferred to go out and smoke on the bench, after all he lived on the first floor.

Going to the front door, lightly smoking a cigarette, Cornelius opened the door, a fresh summer breeze blew into his face, it was warm and dry outside, and as always no lantern was burning, only a small crescent partially illuminated the courtyard. Taking two more steps from under the visor, Cornelius suddenly froze, his gaze rested on his duty shop, on which he almost daily smoked at night - Cornelius thought "oil painting" how he saw the shop and smiled. In front of him, on her back, with her legs spread out on both sides of the shop, lay the body of a girl, one hand of which lay on her stomach, and the other hung limply to the ground, her handbag was also there, it should be her own. The girl’s short skirt was partially pulled up so that before Korniliey there was a gorgeous view of young thighs, and even a small piece of yellow panties that looked out of the skirt, on top of it was a tight T-shirt from which protruded neat pyramids.

Looking a little closer, Cornelius recognized her, and he definitely knew her, he often saw this small, slim, black-haired, sweet-faced little girl, maybe 1, 55, who lived two entrances from him, whether she studied in the senior class , or in the first year of university - and he knew all this just from Max Bukharik, who told all this once when they were sitting right there, and this girl walked past them.

The look of a young girl in such a frank pose, this piece of panties and these pyramids of young boobs in one instant, drove away the whole drowsy drowsy Cornelius. Coming closer, Cornelius gently pushed the girl in the side with two fingers - “Are you all right, Daughter?” He said. In response, there was a slight stirring, the body changed its position a little, burknuli, something under his breath and just left to lie just now I heard a slight snuffling. A little emboldened, Cornelius bent his face to the girl’s head and, more boldly, holding his hand on the girl’s thigh, once again properly urged her while the hand remained lying on the girl’s bare leg - uh, “With you all ...” Cornelius, the girl she opened her mouth and exhaled - the smell of hard fumes blew into Cornelius' face. "The slut got drunk," thought Cornelius, smoothing his bare leg, more and more lifting up his already well-lifted skirt. Cornelius was still trying to say something: “Daughter ...”, “What's the matter with you ...”, “How are you ...”, “Wake up ...”, and the hand was already in full swing, according to the girl’s charms - a thigh Already in the past, Cornelius stroked his pubis, went down below, squeezed two wrinkles he so desired, moved his panties to the side and began to drive his finger between the genital lips, for an instant and first one and then the second finger penetrated the girl's womb without any difficulty. Having made a couple of progressive movements with his fingers in the hole, Cornelius felt that his fingers were buried in something, something fluid and sticky ...

To say that Cornelius was excited to say nothing, from the first ...