The dog bowed his head to the side, rushed to the woman in the right position and, loudly munching, began to lick the entire crotch. Then he raised himself and threw his front paw over Irina, lay on her back, clumsily clutching her paws under her stomach.

- Come on, Laurie, himself, himself ... - shouted the old man, - do not help, Gosh. Let yourself!

The dog, breathing loudly, moved his pelvis, but the reluctant long red head of the animal poked in the air and he jumped. Having walked around Irina, the dog once again moved his nose, licked between his legs and jumped up again, but the penis poloziv up on the tailbone of the woman, again became involved. The third attempt was also unsuccessful. The dog circled around Irina, licking and jumping on her and again failed. - his cock poked higher than necessary. At last the room was announced by Irina’s loud cry:

- Aaaai! Ahhh ... - she involuntarily straightened her left leg, stretched back.

- Stand!!! - Gosh shouted at her. - A leg back, bl ... d! Bend your leg in place!

“What the hell is there, Gosh,” Victor Vasilyevich revived, getting up from his chair with a glass of fragrant wine and slowly making his way to a dog copulating with Irina. - What a cry?

- Yes, hell knows, forge Vity, - Gosha crouched beside the dog and pulled the dog's tail up, whistled, - gives, uncle Vit! In vparil her point! Hahaha !!

- What do you mean! - the old man perked up, - Come on, let me see ... what is she yelling about? Post you even loaf Doktorskaya her insert. Maybe scratched where paw?

Gosh carefully looked at the female body and nodded:

- Exactly! - He pointed to a shallow scratch on the front of the woman's thigh. - And there is. Forehand clawed. Look, look ... On the thigh! It was necessary, probably rewind paws ...

- I will rewind your paws ... You made it up. - strained Victor Vasilyevich. - Nonsense, heal in two days, like on a dog. It looks like she cried out in surprise, beast ..

The old man crouched behind the dog and looked under his tail.

- A baby is good! Well done, Laurie! Ah yes Lori! I drove her where necessary ...

Lori, whined, twisting his head, realizing that he was being praised, He quickly pulled his pelvis, driving and taking out the long red head Irina in the ass, until he finally jumped up, trying to climb on her, throwing her back legs on her buttocks. Irina cried out softly when the fat onion at the base of his head disappeared into the anus. Gosh quickly pressed the dog to the woman and he quickly calmed down, stopped, slightly trembling.

- Right "in the castle" happened. Good. Hold him, gosh, do not hurry. You still have time ... - The old man, grinning, turned around and returned to the chair. He reached for a bunch of large black grapes and at that moment the door flew open. Misha entered the room accompanied by Magomed with a tray on which a huge portion of fragrant kebabs smoked.

Misha turned into the corridor and shouted:

- Come on, come on, come in, Arsen! It's all yours. Come on, have dinner, have a drink and then go relax!

A short, black-bearded man of athletic build entered the room hesitantly.

- Hello! - He said with a slightly different accent than Misha.

- Meet Viktor Vasilyevich! This is my old friend. His name is Arsen ..

The old man stood up and extended his hand to the guest:

- Hello, Arsen!

- And I know you, Viktor Vasilyevich! - happily said Arsen. - We met two years ago in Pitsunda. Remember?

- In Pitsunda? Oh yeah! Gregory at the bottom of the raja, of course, I remember. Learned, learned, Arsen, dear.Good holiday, he then rolled! Well nothing. May God grant health to Misha, he is also a whale to organize wonderful holidays and events.

- Yeah ... - Arsen assented, but he faltered, fell silent when he finally saw the main event of the event. In amazement, he stared at the huge dog, riding the woman standing by the cancer.

“Ahem,” the old man coughed, “this is my nephew, Gosh.”

A naked young man stood up, continuing to hold the dog at the back and hesitantly said:

- Hello ..

Arsen nodded and looked inquiringly at Misha.

He, barely suppressing laughter, indicated to the free chair at the covered table.

- Ars, daragy! It's okay This is a dog of Viktor Vasilyevich. She loves ... well, you know. Do not pay attention if you do not want! Let me turn your armchair so and you will not see? ... Mage put the armchair here. Doam so ... Sit down bro! All is well. Let's eat ... Victor Vasilyevich, sit down.

Having set the guests in, he sat down between them and raised a glass of wine already filled:

“No, no, no, Misha,” Victor Vasilyevich protested, raising his palm. - The host speaks the last toast. Are you saying something already? I will say ... Let's raise this glass of wonderful wine for a fabulous island that gives joy to everyone who turns out to be in it. This magical little piece of land, lonely and proudly standing in the raging sea of ​​routine and monotony. For your island, Misha! Prosperity to him ...

After drinking the men, they piled on juicy pieces of lamb, dusted with thin onion rings. For a minute in the room there was a noisy champing and the dog's quiet whining, pressed against Gosha letting go hungry.

As if recalling this, Misha called:

- Gosh, dear, take the meat you eat. Hungry, I guess. Come on ...

“Gosh cannot now,” said Viktor Vasilyevich reasonably. - He is busy with important business.

- What business, Victor Vasilyevich? Let the kid eat. Time to hold the dog. I'm hungry now!

- Nothing! Will have time. Although ... - the old man took a small piece of meat from the table and took it to his nephew, - hold on, lick up the worm for now ...

Gosh quickly sent the whole piece of meat to himself in the mouth and hastily chewed, swallowed.

- Well, - Victor Vasilyevich reached back. - already easier ... What are you doing, Arsen?

- Ars in our bodies ... your man. In the neighboring district. If anything, Victor Vasilievich is necessary ..

- Thank you, thank you, Misha ... I will definitely keep in mind.

Smiling Arsen looked at Misha:

- This is if we have problems - we turn to Viktor Vasilyevich, and not him to us.

Misha smiled foolishly, realizing that he had blinded nonsense and, stuffing a piece of cheese with tomato in his mouth, washed down with wine.

- When running, Misha? - asked Arsen.

- Closer to September. I have already told Viktor Vasilyevich - the exact time is still unknown. Will you go?

- Right there, right?

Misha nodded.

- We'll see. If there are no gains, try to break free. Who will you put on? - he winked at the Boss.

Misha silently nodded behind Arsen:

- What to say? Here is the hope of our sport.

Viktor Vasilyevich laughed out loud:

- Well said, Misha, dear! Let's raise a toast for it!

Arsen looked back in surprise and looked at Misha with a shake of his head:

- Is this a joke, bro?

- No, I'm serious.

“It's good to ride my ears, Misha,” the athlete smiled incredulously. - I asked about the run. Sport, back and forth ... And this is what the hell are you showing me here. The bitch in the pointers for a dog slipped here ... And in general we are eating here, actually. Can't this perversion be removed somewhere? Sorry, Victor Vasilievich ..

- Come on, bro, relax! - Misha, laughing, put his hand on his shoulder. - This is Lori. Favorite dog of Viktor Vasilyevich. You see, he loves this thing. Well ... with calves, in short ... But he does not get up on anyone. That is, to some, he does nothing. And then I just decided to show Viktor Vasilyevich Nine ... Well, to look at the favorite, it means. And he says: come on, like check, maybe Lori will want it. Well, you know - we do not pull sports back and forth. But this is an important thing. In short, they decided to check. They let Laurie go, and he jumped on her! And then rushed ...Viktor Vasilyevich, in short, asked me to hold in front ...

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