Entering Alina’s room, I locked the door, not forgetting to hang a “Do Not Disturb” sign outside. We could not wait to throw ourselves into each other’s arms ... Having thrown off our clothes, we entwined our bodies on a huge bed in a fit of passion. It was as if these 17 years were not and she is not 40, but I am not 52 years old ... I attacked her young body with the greed of a hungry lion. Kissing and caressing her shoulders, neck, breasts, nipples. Alina caressed my dick and tried to kiss my neck too. Furiously kissing her tummy, navel, caressing their tongue, I went down below - to the cherished goal. And so, my head is already between her legs, so hospitably spaced to the sides, and her fingers run over the back of my head, burying my hair. Light sighs of bliss and I already caress the clitoris and the crack, the memories of which I could not erase from my memory for so many years ...
How I dreamed about it! How often at night, in a dream, pictures of our love joys on the island pop up and I did not want to wake up.

And now the dream has come true! I once again possess this beautiful woman! I kiss her all the way, penetrating with my tongue into the innermost "cave", pushing the "vaults" apart and can no longer restrain myself. I enter it with such passion that my “eagle” could make only a few flights. Alina screams with passion and an orgasm comes almost immediately at both.
Leaning back on the pillows, we lie for a while, resting and recovering ourselves, then rush into each other’s arms again. Now Alina is taking my rescued "eagle" into her lips and I am experiencing a new wave of bliss. The tongue skillfully caresses the head and its eye, and the fingers gently massage the penis, sliding the skin. My favorite rises and sits down on my “rod” with a stake. Oooooh! I remember the Amazon pose was one of her favorites. At first slowly, then swaying my hips faster and faster, and I just “fly away” from the buzz! The pace of "jumps" changes from slow to fast and vice versa. Alina leans towards me like a torso, almost lying down on me and whispering in my ear: - Just do not rush!

I suck on her nipples, caress them with my tongue and we continue our “jump” to the finish line. I wrinkle her amazing ass with my hands, then come back to my chest. This goes on for quite some time. Then we change the position. Alina kneels, crouching in the back and leaning on her elbows, and I see a charming look that I missed and now “eat” with his eyes. The ass is just charming, and the "cave" is so neat and beautifully decorated! Just beautiful!
I drop face to the “buns”, spread them out with my hands and begin to make anusling. Alina groans and bends even harder, raising her ass higher. I put a pillow under her tummy so that it is more convenient and I direct my already “standing” guy with a stake into the coveted hole. The sphincter first compresses the head of the penis, but then gives in and passes inside. And my member is immersed in a tight "tunnel", over and over again slipping into it. Holding Alina by the arms with my waist, I start slow frictions of the hips. Her moans and my rales merge in unison and the orgasm does not take long. First, Alina starts screaming and an anal orasm pierces her, and then I, after her, catch the buzz - I pour it inward, testing each
Pulsation indescribable feeling!
When we experienced 2 orgasms, we are exhausted and satisfied lying next to each other and finally we can talk ...

- How have you lived all these years? I once followed your model career, but then you disappeared. I thought you and Vittorio left the country.- And you? How have you lived all these 17 years? I briefly explained how I named my daughter after her, how I lost my wife in a car accident, how I left aviation and how difficult it was to raise one daughter ... - Why didn't you look for me? - I was looking for, but you changed the name, and I forgot the name of your husband. And what would that change? You're married, happy ... - No, I'm not married and not so happy. All my happiness is my favorite business and my girl. I will tell you how I lived all these years. You just do not interrupt me. Perhaps for you my story will be a shock. After our rescue from the island, I almost immediately married Vittorio. We began to live in his villa, I soon realized that I was pregnant and Natalie was born after 8 months.

By the way, her name is derived from your name Anatoly. My husband wanted to call his daughter differently, but I insisted on my own and he yielded. Natalie was born weak, apparently affected by the stay on the island and the transferred stress from the plane crash. But the care and love for the baby soon did their job - it got stronger and turned into a lovely child. My husband and I did not mind the soul. Vittorio turned out to be a terrible jealous man. He forbade my modeling career and I stopped working. I dedicated all my time to him and my daughter. But the attacks of jealousy did not disappear ... He was jealous of each pillar, listened to the answering machine on the phone, hired a nanny who was not needed. I suspect that she watched and reported to me my every step.
Further worse. As the baby grew up, he grew gloomy more and more. He suddenly took it into his head that his daughter did not look like him. And one day he burst into my bedroom with wild eyes in fury, throwing an envelope in my face ...
When I opened it, I was shocked! These were the results of genetic examination - Natalie was not his daughter! I did not understand anything. And only then it dawned on me. I guess I got pregnant in the last two weeks on the island from you. Apparently the birth control pills that we found in some lady's luggage lost their expiration date or I forgot to take them.

That's the story ... Vittorio filed for divorce and drove me and my daughter out of the house. I went to my mother in England. There we raised our baby with her. Mom knows about everything. She advised to find you and tell you everything. But I knew that you got married (journalists once wrote in the newspapers about the pilot who escaped from the island and how his fate was) I had no right to destroy your family ...
In England, I learned how to make women's clothing. Opened a small salon. Now it is our family business. Just beg you! Natalie doesn't know whose daughter she is. I'll tell her myself.