Arriving at my house, we were redeemed. I took Dasha's ugly robe in the form of a blouse and knee-length skirt, pulled off my T-shirt and shorts and took the girl to the bathroom. We climbed into the bathroom, and I turned on the shower. Dasha with satisfaction put her body in warm drops of water, while my hands slowly washed it everywhere — first, delicious tits were covered with foam, then hid in white foam and pussy. The girl almost did not strain when I touched her intimate places.

Having washed everything off with Dasha, I started for myself - having quickly washed myself, I was about to wash everything away when suddenly my wife suddenly took a washcloth for a week and asked me to turn my back to her. Mmmmmm I already forgot how nice it is. My member stood and demanded the continuation of the banquet. We wiped dry with towels and went to the bedroom.

Dasha wore unremarkable panties and a T-shirt, and I, not particularly troubling myself, lay down naked to sleep. For sleeping, my lawful wife and I bought ourselves a plush double bed, on which, if desired, four could fit. We slept tightly until the morning.

Waking up from the sun that shone through the window, I looked at Dasha — she was still sleeping sweetly. Quietly, in order not to wake up my passion, I sneaked into the kitchen and began to have breakfast - I put in an electric kettle of water, took out bread, sausage, butter, and began to eat sandwiches. After about ten minutes, there was already a plate of sandwiches on the table and two mugs of coffee were steaming.

I went to the room where Dasha was also sleeping peacefully. Leaning over the sleeping beauty, I kissed her on the lips. She smiled back and, without opening her eyes, kissed me. After a couple of moments, her eyes opened, and I saw a surprise on her face - it seemed that the last day seemed a dream to her and she expected to see Vitya. But, unfortunately, he most likely now in the third round gave pleasure to my little wife.

Dasha sweetly stretched and got out of bed. I dragged her to the kitchen, where breakfast was waiting for us. Slowly eating sandwiches, we discussed plans for the day.

- What will we do today? - Dasha asked.

“We’ll go to the supermarket for groceries, cook food, or else in the fridge we have a ball like a roll,” I replied.

It seems that such an unobtrusive scenario of today organized a girl. Once again, we were redeemed in the shower (Dasha has already washed and washed me herself) and began to gather in the store. As usual, I wore shorts and a T-shirt, but Dasha tried to put on her terrible blouse and skirt.

I shook my head disapprovingly and dug into the things of my beloved and faithful wife. Among the pile of clothes were found several pairs of jeans, which my half did not wear in the form of nicely rounded forms. Measuring the found clothes, we stopped at light blue jeans, which appetizingly emphasized Dasha's ass. But I again had a slightly better idea. I took these jeans and barbarously cut off their trouser legs, to the very seam in the groin area.

Dasha's eyes somewhat rounded from such a turn. Pulling off her panties, I ordered her to put on the resulting shorts and looked at the result with satisfaction - the shorts not only pleasantly emphasized her butt, but also the seam between the trouser legs climbed to Dasha right between the juicy lips of her pussy. Perfect! I took the camera that lay next to the bedside table, and made Dasha walk around me.

“Truth,” Dascha complained as she walked around the room.

- Where exactly? - I politely clarified, taking a picture for the picture.

“Right here,” said Dasha and pointed to the clitoris.

- Well! - I exclaimed and with the next movement I took out one of the most indecent t-shirts of my wife - through the white translucent fabric one could see almost everything that was possible. Dasha curled her sponge:

- I will not wear it!

“And you try it ...” - I said to Dasha in the ear of a devilishly smarmy whisper.

Reluctantly she wore a T-shirt and stood still. The mirrored doors of the closet in the room made it possible to inspect themselves from all sides. Dasha turned around and her opinion changed - she liked her new image. I didn’t offer studs to Dasha - I still don’t know how to walk on them. There was also a desire to give her a bright red lipstick to complement the image, but he realized it in time - but I’m not a prostitute here. I took some more photos of Dasha in a new image and with satisfaction I put the camera down.

We went under the handle in the direction of the supermarket. Dasha was a little shy about her appearance, but under the approving rounded eyes of passers-by and their stifled moans, every step gave her easier and easier. The sun was already roasting mercilessly, and we hurried toward the supermarket, under the protection of air conditioners. When, finally, we plunged into the coolness of the grocery department of the supermarket, Dasha asked:

- What will we buy?

- From vegetables: broccoli, cauliflower, cucumbers, tomatoes, onions. From meat - bird fillet. We will cook buckwheat with meat and vegetables, thereby solving the urgent problem of nutrition for several days, and we will make salads from cucumber-tomatoes.

Dasha gave an approximate diet. I doubt that she would particularly chic with her graduate student husband. I went to weigh the meat, and Dasha went to pick vegetables. When I returned with meat, I was dumbfounded - Dasha was bending over near a box with broccoli, and behind her stood about five men who, without breathing, were taking off on the phone her delicious pussy, pulled by a narrow strip of jeans.

I quietly called out to Dasha, and when she turned around, she became crimson when she saw a male audience. After that, the girl ran off to another department with a bullet, leaving a basket with vegetables. I picked up the basket, picked up the right vegetables, and we went with Dasha to the cashier. The cashier looked at my companion with an unkind look, in which everything she thought was read, and began to punch through the goods.

After a couple of minutes we walked home. Dasha cheered up a little - her humiliation in these shorts was nearing the end. At some point, Dasha stopped and breathed heavily. My hand slipped between her legs, and everything became immediately clear - it was not for nothing that I put it on such shorts: the denim ribbon did its job, and Dasha's pussy flowed like never before.

We returned home, and excited Dasha tried to immediately get me to bed. I shook my head negatively.

- First - lunch.

Quickly crumbled onions and meat, I lightly chopped them in a deep frying pan, poured on buckwheat and filled it with water. Next came salt and my favorite spices - hops-suneli, fresh garlic (found in the vegetable tray of the fridge) and a teaspoon of adzhika for easy spiciness. While the main ingredients were being prepared, Dasha and I cut into small pieces of broccoli and cauliflower - I usually threw them at the end of cooking so that they remained a bit crispy. After about ten minutes, I threw the vegetables into the pan and turned off the gas, covering the container with a lid so that the vegetables were already choked by the action of steam.

After that, I already dragged Dasha to bed. I pulled off her shorts and a T-shirt, leaving her naked in front of me. Already, without a bit of embarrassment, the girl stood and looked at me. Driven by desire, she was ready for almost everything. I undressed and ordered her to take my cock in her mouth and suck. Honestly - it turned out not very. Dasha did it extremely ineptly, and even in places it hurts. My dick slowly began to fall from such caresses.

Realizing that we still need to work and work on this, I switched to Dasha. Having laid her on the bed, I took a few photos of the girl with her legs spread. Then he made her become a cancer and otschelkal a few shots from both the ass and the face.Looks like Dasha liked to pose, because she started to get her pretty ass when shooting.

I put the camera down, I lay down next to Dasha and kissed her hard on the lips. Then my lips kissed her whole body, going down from the neck to the cherished pussy. That already flowed in full, exuding an incredible aroma that made my dick stand up in a matter of seconds. I moistened Dasha's clitoris with a tongue and leisurely began to play with him. The girl arched and groaned. She was already ready for sex, but I pulled the rubber, teasing her caresses.

The pussy was so wet and hot that I could not take a few more close-up photos. Dasha has already tried to bring herself to the end of masturbation, for which she received her hands. I climbed on the excited girl and pushed into her. Dasha arched towards me and groaned.

- Fuck your slut! - Dasha cried, recalling the last lesson.

“I listen and obey,” I replied and continued to fuck the young maid. My member easily entered and left Dasha's pussy, which had long been stretched by a rather large member of Viti, and Dasha moaned and asked again and again.

I grabbed her by the buttocks and began to jerk her across the testicles, thereby forcing the girl to just scream with pleasure. A couple of movements - and we finished at the same time. Out of breath, Dasha and I lay hugging for about ten minutes. Then I ran over the laptop and as a homework I turned on Dasha some porn videos with blowjobs.

- You will watch and practice.

Dasha dutifully nodded. I masturbated on porn and quickly finished on my stomach, then I looked inquiringly at Dasha, with my eyebrows raised. She hesitated a little, but then she realized what I wanted - in porn girls always licked the sperm with great pleasure.

The girl tried to lick the sperm and a little twisted.

- Go ahead! - I shouted at Dasha, and she hastily began to lick the sperm from my belly. After that, I still made Dasha lick my dick.

“Good luck,” I added, leaning back contentedly on the pillow. We hugged and slept soundly.