- ahahahahaha, well, you give - my llyasha laughed.

- yeah, we raised and transferred different things - added Dima.

- Can you lift me with one hand? - suddenly asked his wife.

- Well, I think it will not be difficult - said Dima and asked - do you want to check?

- Yes, no, I believe, ahah - the wife continued to laugh

- And what's funny - asked Dmitry and got up - let's try?

Julia looked at me inquiringly, I shrugged and said:

“Well, let's just be careful, otherwise we are on the train after all,” I warned the guys.

The drunk head did not immediately realize how he would lift it with one hand. Dmitry took my Julia by the hand and transplanted to his right hand. He thrust his hand under her ass that Julia was a little taken aback and wanted to get up, but he said that he couldn’t lift it with another hand. He, having slightly moved his hand under his wife's booty, began to rock her slightly and the sensation from the outside was as if the wife was jumping a little in her short shorts, which barely covered and half her priests on his arm. This went on for about twenty seconds, then Dmitry got up, straightening his right hand under his wife, and pulled his wife up from the half-squad. Wife with one hand held his shoulder and easily hung on his healthy five.

- Wow! Look, Lesh. He raised me !! - Julia exclaimed

- Cool - I answered shortly

- Look how else you can - said the fat one and grabbed her second hand in front with her second hand, holding her hands on both sides for her ass and, it turns out, for her pubis.

Dmitri began to raise my wife to the ceiling

- Well, let's unscrew the light bulb - said Dima

- Fucking - my wife laughed - put me down, and then it became scary - she swayed unsteadily at the top

The big man dropped my wife and sat her down next to him, and he sat down. My wife looked at me and wanted to change seats, but he blocked her opportunity to go out when he sat down next to her, because there was a table in front of her, and his thick legs that were covered with shorts somehow fit in the aisle.

Dmitry poured everything over, and more, and more ... we got quite fun. The discomfort I experienced at the beginning of our meeting disappeared.

We chatted, told jokes in turn. Julia joked badly, but we laughed more and more at her manner of telling a joke and she herself was amused.

Everyone started to go to the toilet one by one. First Julia ran a couple of times, then Dmitry. When I decided to get up, I realized that I was pretty well transported. Somehow, standing on my own two, I discovered that a bottle of whiskey had already been sentenced for a long time and was standing below the table, and another such empty one was next to it. And on the table, it turns out, was the third bottle.

I frowned a little, because I did not like that we drank so much. The guys were sitting and did not pay attention to me. The big guy even put his finger on my wife's leg and she asked him something about the diet or something like that.

Julia looked at me and asked:

- All is well?

- Do you drink soooo much? - I said indistinctly, trying to find out why Dima poured so much to us, but thoughts were somehow going to my head

- Ahah, it is clear - Yulia waved at me - go to the toilet - she added and returned to the conversation with Dima, who did not even look at me, but simply poured them two more whiskey.

Coming out of the cab coupe, I headed down the corridor toward the toilet, swaying with my torso and leaning against the windows. Having reached the toilet, I decided to go to the vestibule, because there it was occupied in order to take a breath and breathe air. I stood there for 3-4 minutes, a mother came out of the closet with a small child, and I went in. While I was merging everything I had gathered in the evening, I tried to figure out what was going on.And only at that moment it dawned on me that Dima pumped us specifically with alcohol and that we should return, after all, we don’t know the person well.

After rinsing my face, I was in cold water, I was back in the corridor. Still, the road, the reclining position and alcohol - well hit in the head. In short, swaying from side to side, I reached our cop and for some reason decided to spy on the behavior of Dmitry in my absence.

Trying to focus on my task, I gently pushed the door. I see a dim light, here sits Julia, here sits Dima. They also talk.

- Yes ... I took massage courses and work well in the neck area. - I heard their conversation, and decided that I would just listen while I could notice it, even taking into account that it was dark in the corridor, the lamp also lit up with its rays.

- Hello, it probably helps you after the competition - I heard the voice of Julia

- Not only after, but before! Massage well prepares

- Hee hee, yes, yes - probably my old wife thought about something of her own

- Do you want me to knead your neck and shoulders? - suddenly suggested Dmitry. I had some kind of excitement and I got into a stupor, waiting for the objection of my wife, but instead ...

- Well, I do not know, the neck does not seem to hurt. Yes, and Leshka will be back soon, he will not understand a drunken head

- He-heh ... - I heard Fatty laugh - So I’ll massage your neck, not the body. And the neck is massaged not only when it hurts. Salt is also necessary to remove.

“Mmm ... well, laaano ...” my favorite consent issued in a drunken voice.

Further, there were some sounds in the compartment, similar to the creaks of the couch.

- Here, sit down here - I heard the voice of Dmitry.

The couch made a couple more squeaks and there was silence.

- Now, wait. Come on peisyat - suggested the fat man

- Yes, I already have enough, probably - my wife wanted to argue

- Come on, beauty, do not force one to drink - our fellow traveler Dmitri persuaded her.

I heard something pouring in, small sharp exhalations - “probably before throwing whiskey into myself” - I thought.

After some time I heard the voice of my wife, or rather her sigh.

- Oooh ... good at you - she said

- Yeah - just dropped the fat man.

Another 3-4 minutes passed ...

- Mmm ... nice ... - said Julia

- And you Julia, beautiful - said the big man.

“Hah, thanks ...” she answered him playfully and suddenly added, “Oh!” Are you kissing me?

- No, I measured the temperature, can I massage it harder ... - he began to justify himself.

- Aah, otherwise I just relaxed and didn't understand what it was - my wife said

- Give your shoulders a good weight? remove salt - he asked

- Mmmm ... well - only the wife moaned and agreed.

- Something for a long time your husband is not - he asked.

- Exactly! Maybe he is bad? Need to go see - said Julia

- What will happen to him? Maximum could shake and sick. Come back soon, let's not be distracted - said the fat man

- Well ... Oh, and what are you doing? - suddenly my wife asked quietly

- Like what, straps pulled down. They interfere - he said.

I stood and understood nothing. I could not enter them all this time. Something stopped me even spy. But my heart was pounding in my chest, my head was spinning, and ... most interesting ... a member stood with a stake!

“Well, what kind of fetish? It excites you to listen outside the door, like an alien man is massaging your wife, ”I thought,“ it's time to stop this performance. ” I tried to go as calmly as possible. Opening the door, I saw my wife sitting with my back to Dmitry, who sat down deeper to the wall on the bed, stretching his fat limbs straight out, slightly clasping my wife, whose hands were on his big legs. Her bra straps and shirts were lowered, and Dima massaged her shoulders. His lips were as close as possible to her ear, were slightly open and breathed in her ear.

- Oh, Alexey, you haven’t been around for a long time - the big man said.

- and what are you doing? - calmly asked them

The wife opened her eyes

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