in the mouth, trying to taste the girl's secret.

- Well, - said Anka. - I can not say that immediately excited. But there is no disgust. Perhaps, it will be possible to try somehow. How do you look at it, Olenka?

She blushed, her nipples stood up.

“I see that I don't mind,” Nastya summed up with a laugh. - Oh, girls, I feel, at work we will not be bored. How to close in the fitting room and how we will polish each other's holes!

“The cameras are there,” I said. - Not afraid to get caught?

- There is one booth there that is not overlooked, - Nastya winked. - Yes, Anh?

“Yeah,” she nodded. She got up, stretched. - Eh, in whom we turn?

- Girls, are you really going to ... lick? - Olga asked, also rising.

I motioned them with my hand, moving and giving a seat on the couch. Nastya moved closer to me, and then, thinking, got up and just sat down with a pussy on my dick. I approvingly slapped her on the pope, yielding from the bottom with a small movement.

“Of course they will, Olya,” I said. - And you will lick them when they say, right? Something tells me that you are such an executive, right, girls?

“Yes, yes,” Anya confirmed with a laugh. She pulled Olga to her, sat between her spread legs. One hand began to gently pull her nipple, the other lowered down, moving between the closed Oliny hip. - But you do not worry, Ol, we will not leave you in insult. So with Nastya, we polish your girl - she will shine through the underpants!

Olga closed her eyes, surrendering to the movements of the Aninis hands and shuddering at the pleasure that pierced her.

- Nastya, - I slapped a girl on a bun of priests. - Come on shrimp.

She withdrew from my dick, went to the table, but turned around.

- Seryozha, and if so?

She bent down on straight legs, clasping her ankles. Plump pussy got out between the thighs beautiful pie.

- Umnichka! - I commented on her initiative. - That's better!

Came up and tried to plunge, but then came an interesting thought.

“Anya,” I turned to the girls. - Here's a chance for you to check: you are only with boys or girls too.

- Well, Seryozh, - Nastya looked at me between her legs, - I want you to take me.

“Anya will only try,” I reassured her. - And then I, the word of a gentleman.

Anya appreciated the disposition and, interrupting the caress, gently got out of Olga. In passing, she smacked her shoulder. She came to us, sat down at Nastya's feet. She stroked her pussy with her finger, twirled around the anus a little, forcing Nastya to step from foot to foot. And, holding the thighs, put her wide-open mouth on a pink puffy pie. Sucked, smackingly released the labia from the mouth, licked them all the way. I got up.

“Well,” she said. - If you liked it the second time, then what doubts are there?

- How many wonderful discoveries are made by us Cooking bath and shish kebab, - I cheerfully redid the classic, driving my sausage inside the Nastya pie. - And experience, friend pisyulek wonderful, And a member, and even damn.

“Vulgar,” Anya chuckled. - But essentially true. Hike in sex products just around the corner, girls.

- I can not, - Olga shook her head, looking as I dived and popped out of Nastya holes. The kind of small sexual lips that stretched for a member, an even circle encircling it, acted on it fascinatingly. - It's so embarrassing ...

“Come on,” Anya assured her. - And how are you going, yes, Nastya?

“Yeah,” she puffed. Here she started and exhaled: - Aaaaa ...

- Finished? - I asked. - Well, I am now.

Touched Nastin “machine tool” more tightly, I reached an orgasm in a few deep and fast strokes, stuffing the girlish pie with stuffing. He stood, went out.

- Whew! - straightened the girl. - I thought it would be faster.

“That was lucky for you,” I grunted. - Imagine - what will be Ole, I after you literally wear out her.

- Nooo ... - Olga shook her head, shocked by the prospect.

“Yes,” I nodded calmly. - Get ready, not less than half an hour I will hammer you in all poses. And even an hour.

- An hour? ... - The round eyes on Olin's face pleased not only me, but also the girls.

“Yeah,” Anya said cheerfully.And she added: - Imagine, Ol, - your little neat little pussy will be mercilessly stretched on this ...

- Khuische, - Nastya prompted, lying down on the sofa.

“Perhaps,” Anya agreed, glancing at my limp, but still thick cock. - And so on until he downloads you. And it will download so much that it will pour, trust us and Nastya.

Olya flared cheeks and stuck her nipples.

“Well, you were lucky, Ol,” Nastya, who was in a relaxed state, said a little philosophically. - You'll say so many orgasms that do not count.

- Class, yes, Ol? - podnachila girl Anya. - And the great thing is that ask, don't ask, stop, go off, but won't take your sausage out of you until you want it.

- Oooh ... - Olga squeezed her hips and, twitching, finished. Coiled up on the sofa.

“The girls are right, Olya,” I said, sitting down beside her and stroking her ass. - Your Lyova is an utter ram. Such a beauty must be fought constantly, so that he could splash it. Well, for your happiness, we'll do it.

... Reclining and having drunk a little, the girls and I set about Olga. While one pulling her nipples, the second caressed her fingers or licked the clitoris. And I was stringing and stringing a girl, forcing out her last doubts. An hour, not an hour, but forty minutes of quality sex, I provided her. And eight orgasms, almost three for everyone who did it. The latter was so powerful that it knocked out Olya. After waiting for her to come to, I downloaded the last stock I had for today. Then the girls dexterously, in two tongues, licked her a little bun. And we fell asleep because the time was already late.

In the morning for tea, I said:

- From myself I will say that if at first I doubted, now I don’t regret a bit. The only thing is that I cannot guarantee our further meetings, I will have to talk to Nina. But, if you give her everything correctly, I think we will meet with you more than once.

Exchanging a glance, the girls smiled. We drove home silently, thinking and remembering each his own. And maybe thinking for the future.

Nina greeted me with a smile, under which I easily read the doubt - was it not for nothing that I let go of my husband?

“Nina,” I hugged her, “you are my very best.”

- How did it go, Serge? She asked.

- But let's lie down, I'll tell you everything ...

In the process of retelling, I had to interrupt two times on Cooney for Nina.

“Imagine, I am even a little jealous that I did not see all this,” admitted his wife, leaning to me sideways. - Because it is so amazing and ... seductively you told everything ... Who would have thought that girls? ... With each other? ..

“And don't say,” I agreed with a smile. “I think they will also have something to tell you when you decide to visit them.”

- Maybe. I'll go tomorrow. Curious - horror! ..

Looking ahead, I will say that we went to the garden more than once. And to my left, Nina sat happily.