- Let's continue. What happened next?

- Once, when my father was on a long business trip and I, accordingly, stopped trying to catch him with Marina, canceled two couples at the university and I returned home much earlier than usual. Marinina car was in the yard, which surprised me - she usually puts her in the garage. I went into the house and I was seized with rage - from the second floor there were sounds that you can’t confuse with anything ...

“You thought she was cheating on your father?”

“I was absolutely sure of that.” And she had already prepared an angry speech, presented how I called my father and he expels this bitch out of the house ... but everything turned out to be completely different. When I, trying not to make any noise, flew up, I saw not at all what I was preparing for. Marina, completely naked, lay on her back on the bed, legs spread wide apart. Her gorgeous breasts with large, dark nipples, sprawled on the sides, one of them she squeezed tight hand. The other hand at this time caressed, if I may say so, pussy.

- Why not say so? We agreed last time that you can say anything and anything ...

- I mean that it’s difficult to call caressing - she frantically fucked herself with her fingers, making a series of several quick movements in a row. Her mouth was ajar, her eyes were half-closed ... a moan, or rather, a beginning scream ... or ... even a squeal gradually began to drown out the sounds of a porn film that apparently entertained Marina before my arrival.

- That is, these are the sounds you took for sex?

- Of course. For some time I watched Marina, naturally, immediately forgetting the prepared speech. She changed her position, lay down on her stomach and lifted her ass up high, showing me the technique of self-satisfaction in detail. Her fingers made quick, unmistakable movements, bringing the hostess to a climax. Then she turned back again and continued with new energy, using both hands already. Finally, screeching, she finished and froze, holding her hands between her legs and falling to the side, her face in my direction, breathing heavily and deeply and covering her eyes. Now porn again became clearly audible. I suddenly realized that I was admiring Marina, standing in the doorway. But I did not admire her as a beautiful woman, but as something frank and not intended for me at all, but to which I, by chance, became a witness. It’s as if I’ve discovered a secret I’m not asking for ...

- Sorry, have you known about masturbation before? Engaged in her own?

- Of course I heard, but not engaged. I have already said that I had no desire for anyone, and I was not interested in sex in principle. My friends told me, of course, but I deliberately avoided these conversations. It was just not interesting.

- shame on you?

- Not. Just uninteresting. Totally.

- OK carry on.

- At that very moment when I was about to leave on the sly, she opened her eyes suddenly opened and smiled. Then, simply and casually, as a friend, she said in her low, mellow voice - Hi! - I said nothing. - Come on, what is in the door to hang out? - she lay back on her back, leaning on her elbows, and slightly spreading her legs bent at the knees. She seemed not to be embarrassed at all. - Where I want, there I stand! - I habitually snapped back - this is my home, not yours! I enjoyed “poking” her, regardless of the difference in age. I always pointedly addressed her precisely to “you,” and if my father could hear, then I also did it louder and more clearly.

“You thought it wouldn't let her portray mommy?” Wanted to put you on one line?

- Probably, but she did not try too much. Her role as mom was not at all interesting, as it turned out. But I would still avoid any contact. Maybe she knew about it.

- I understand you. And what happened next? You left?

- Not. It was rooted to the spot.And she just got out of bed, turned off porn, and, deliberately actively shaking her hips went to me. And I froze, of course. She came and stood so close that I heard her breath ... Then she took my hand and led me into the room. I came to my senses a little and asked - do you need to get dressed? She ignored it and silently brought me to bed. I, oddly enough, allowed her to do it absolutely without a doubt. Apparently, there was some kind of shock. I sat on the edge of the bed, she climbed up with her legs and lit a cigarette, still remaining naked. - I saw everything, she said at last, noisily releasing smoke. - What did you see? - I answered nervously. I did not like her calm and cheerful tone at the same time. - Well then, remember, when we fucked with your folder in the room, you spied in the hallway. And I saw you. - And the father? - I was seized by horror. - Do not worry, did not see. Only me And I will never tell him anything. So calm down. By the way, did you like what you saw? “No,” I replied without thinking. - Have we been so bad? - she laughed. - No, I just did not like it. - We will try better! - she obviously enjoyed the conversation. And I already started to get annoyed. I sat back to her, and when her hand lay on my shoulder, I shuddered in surprise. But did not move away. I did not want to. And that scared me.

- There was a feeling that you are losing control over the situation?

- Yes. It is control. The right word, yes. But just not losing, but as it were passed. Letting her run. This is a complex feeling and I can not describe it accurately. She quickly bold - soon her hand was stroking my back, touching the priests, as far as possible. I was just waiting for how it would end.

- Was it arousal?

“Then not.” When she pulled up the shirt, I had a thought that you can stop everything ... I almost opened my mouth, but then I heard: - Jeanne? She probably even called me for the first time by name. Without turning around, I raised my hands, signifying my consent to continue. Then I got out of jeans. Bra and panties took off without hesitation and sat back on the bed.

- That is, consciously handed over to her control and waited for what will happen? I wonder what did you expect from continuing? Were you thinking about sex at that moment?

- It was not sexual arousal. It was something else. More like hypnosis or meditation. She got out of bed and after a few seconds was right in front of me. I also got up, our eyes met and for a long time we looked at each other without blinking. Then I felt that her chest rested against mine. I was silent, for some time we simply stood, touching each other with our bodies. Then she slowly raised her hand and touched my lips with a finger. Then spent on them. When I opened my mouth involuntarily, she quickly and deftly stuck three fingers into it ... felt her tongue ... clung to her cheeks ... Only at this moment I felt something that does not give me peace today.

- Excitement?

- This time, yes. The stomach was sweetly pulled down, her nipples felt uncomfortable for a moment, it hurt, but it immediately passed. There was a pleasant weakness in the legs. I involuntarily began to suck on Marina’s fingers, quickly getting a taste. I closed my eyes and surrendered to this adventure completely ... everything sank inside ... it became difficult to stand on my feet. I hugged Marina by the waist so as not to fall, and at that moment her palm strongly and unceremoniously laid on me ... pussy, one of the fingers quickly parted her and ...
- So what?
- And it all ended on this. - Well, - Marina laughed happily, moving away from me - and I really thought you were frigid at all. And then everything is in order ... and yes, I am not a lesbian, if anything - by saying this, she slowly licked her fingers. I fell down exhausted on the bed, tight legs tight. Still chuckling, Marina put on a bathrobe and went into the bathroom, slamming the door loudly and immediately singing. It was as if a curtain fell in front of me, I quickly grabbed clothes and head over heels to my room. Huddled under the covers. It became suddenly very ashamed of what he did. She was very afraid that her father would find out about everything. Having got nervous, I still fell asleep.I slept for 3 hours, during which her erotic, or rather her pornographic dreams stopped.

- And the main character was Marina there?

- Yes. She just shone, changing partner after partner, and there was no father among them. In general, it was just some abstract men and women without clear faces. Only Marina was visible in every detail. There were an infinite number of orgasms.

- Did you see yourself in a dream?

- Saw. But my role was passive - I just watched.

- That is, the role is not the main?

- Yes, not at all. On the night of the same day, I first masturbated, recalling the recent incident with Marina.

- Has orgasm?

- Yes, four times. Then the forces left me and I fell asleep. Otherwise, I'm sure I would do this until the morning.

- Did you get to Marina then?

“Right then, no, not at all.” It just turned out to be the key to the door that I want to cover for the next 25 years, at least temporarily.

- Strong metaphor. Well said.

- I don’t care about beautiful metaphors, it happened by chance. Even now I feel attracted.

- Really to me?

- Yes. And very strong. But I restrain myself, do not worry.

- I'm not worried, but perhaps that's enough for today. Good?

- Good.