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The alarm clock squealed disgustingly, with its metallic ringing, pulling me out of the realm of Morpheus. I still wanted to lie in bed, but I promised my wife that early in the morning I would come to her country house to help with seedlings. Stretching quickly, he ran into the shower to wash off the remnants of sleep and recharge for the whole weekend.

The sausages on duty were already boiling in the water, when a mobile phone was heard.

- Old, help me out! - sounded the voice of my best friend Volodya.

“So what about this time?” - I asked irritably, realizing that I would not get to the cottage anymore.

Volodya never called for nothing. If I asked for help, then in the case. He was my friend since childhood, and therefore it was impossible to deny him anything.

Volodya is a creative person, an artist. He wrote everything that customers ordered, but the landscapes were his strong point. At forty-five, he looked pretty good, and if you consider a sedentary lifestyle, it is just great. Of medium height, lean and with a good bald spot on his head, he nevertheless was a great lover of the female sex. We loved him for his inimitable humor, for his cheerful nature and lack of problems, which he skillfully concealed from all people.

- Yes, I parked badly and struck the radiator. Antifreeze emerged, now only drag on the trailer.

- Where are you?

- In Demidovka, with Tatiana came to rest.

Tatyana, his married mistress, had a house from his grandfather and grandmother in this very Demidovka, a village 60 kilometers from the city.

“Damn you!”

- So will you come or should I look for someone else?

- I will be, wait come on.

I disconnected and immediately dialed my wife’s number:

- Kitty, Volodya has a problem with the car, I asked for help.

- So help and come.

- I'm afraid it's for the whole day. He radiator struck 60 kilometers from the city.

- Yes, so that it ... - she said.

His wife, Valentina, knew Volodya as flaky. And about his adventures left for her there were no secrets. Strongly condemned him for impermanence, but he was embarrassed to talk about it in person.

- Okay, I'm waiting for you tomorrow morning, but just try not to come.

After receiving indulgence from my wife on Saturday, I ran to the garage. Opening the gate, I started my Chevrolet Niva and left boxing. The car met my requirements "price-quality". And for trips to the dacha was simply irreplaceable, because in the rain it was possible to drive without problems on the sour primer, which everyone called expensive, and the most intelligent ones - the direction.

Having closed the garage, I started off no worse than Schumacher, leaving a big cloud of dust in my place. The road ran through the scenic area, the sun shone brightly in the sky, and my mood gradually returned to normal. Outside the fields stretched, smelled of freshly plowed earth and cow dung.

Nakatila nostalgia for those times when I was a boy and my parents sent me to the village for the summer. For pleasant memories, I did not notice how I drove onto the forest road. So there were twenty miles to the place along the hilly road.

Volodya walked around the car and cursed. He was no mechanic. And, in general, what an internal combustion engine is and how it works was a mystery to him. Seeing me, he threw some pas on joy, and ran to meet me.

We hugged, patting each other's shoulders.

- Well, what have you got there? - I asked, unhooking from a friend.

- Yes, under the radiator all the antifreeze. I do not know what to do.

I opened the hood of his Yeti, but saw nothing.

“Okay, let's take a look at the bottom,” I said, and crawled under the car.

“Seryoga, brothel, you only look more closely at how much I ran,” he suddenly crawled.

With money, Volodka, depending on the time, was either thick or empty. It all depended on how his canvases were sold. And now, as I understood, he was almost at zero.

The fault I discovered immediately, a leak was formed in the pipe due to a blow.I filled in the antifreeze taken in advance and added sealant for radiators to the tank. After driving for ten minutes the engine, the crack was tightened and stopped flowing. All the work took about half an hour.

“Everything, you can go back home,” I concluded, looking once more at the place of the leak.

- What are you, Old, I just arrived in the morning. Do you know how much I asked for Irka on the open air? And you take me home. Yes, and I will not let you go anywhere. I have meat under the marinade and a whole bag of vodka. Do you think that Tatiana and I will master all this?

Ira, his wife, was a woman of strict rules. Beautiful blonde, she knew his sins and therefore tried not to let him go alone. However, his irregular earnings made her earn extra money on weekends as well, since it was well paid for. She knew how to work well and also have a good rest. But despite all this, Volodya could not long build a relationship with one woman, even though this was his wife. The excuse he had was iron - a landscape painter should work like a plowman in the fields. And he succeeded.

Having reiterated that I can get to the dacha today at best in the evening, I decided to stay.

A friend grabbed me by the sleeve and pulled me to the house. On the occasion of a warm day, Tatiana sported a bathing suit in the yard. Appetizing forms now and then flashed before my eyes. The forty-year-old lady knew exactly what I was watching for her, but pretended not to notice it. It was nice to look at this pretty woman. The vibes emanating from her clearly flew to me, as evidenced by the trousers that stood up at the most interesting place. Feeling uncomfortable, I tried to move away from this red beast.

- Your mother ... And I forgot the skewer! - Vovkin shouted a cry, - What to do now?

- Well, let's fry in a pan, - found Tatiana.

- Get out, woman! Do not bother to cook men, - Volodya stopped her impulse.

- Seryoga! - he turned to me, - Any suggestions?

- I do not know, maybe ask the neighbors.

- Oh, that's a thought.

Ten minutes later, Volodya came running, shaking his skewers in the air:

- By Petrovich son and a friend came to the weekend to go fishing, so they helped me out with skewers. True, they were asked to bring in the evening, they would also cook kebabs. I think that we will return to them by this time.

Volodya hoisted a brazier in the middle of the courtyard and ran for coal. It was not possible to find the coal, and he called the lovely hostess for help. Tatiana hid in the barn, after a few minutes she came out of there victoriously holding a bag of coal over her head and shaking it like a football cup. I wish she didn't do that. The pretty wet bag suddenly burst and all the coal spilled out onto Tatiana's body, which was wet with sweat. A few seconds before us stood black. Volodya twisted into a ram's horn. He could not speak. Spasms choked him so that he could not even laugh.

- Fool! Where am I at? Come help me wash myself, ”our beauty screamed.

“I’m all your Angela Davis,” Volodya sneered.

Going behind the house where the well was located, Tatiana took off her swimsuit and found herself in what her mother had given birth. Volodya, a kind soul, poured his charmer with well water. Tatyana's scream could be heard in the next village.

- I'm cold, I froze, - shouted Tanya, - rub me soon.

- What are you standing, let's rubbing while I get water from the well, - Volodya ordered me.

I rushed to rub the elastic body, but only smeared the coal dust even more.

“Soap, take it,” my friend prompted me.

I grabbed a piece of economic and with great pleasure began to rub delicious forms. My hands darted with lightning speed, slowing only in the chest and groin area.

- Yes, rub already, what are you slowing down? - Tanya shouted, - you want to freeze.

I longed for large breasts, which majestically rolled in my hands. Having reached her smoothly shaved pubis, I ran my hand between my legs and began to rub her vagina. Tatiana stopped screaming, but at the same time began to closely monitor my eyes. Feeling her gaze, I tried to do a good face while ...