1. New life of Galina. Part 1
  2. New life of Galina. Part 2

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Galina was sitting at a table in a small cafe and was looking ahead of her with a blank look, absorbing already 3 glasses of wine, thinking about her life. She and her husband lived together for 24 years, during which time they got a son and a daughter, who had already left their parents' house quite a long time ago. Apparently this moment and waited for the husband with whom the last 8 years of marriage, they just cohabited. And 3 months ago, he confronted the fact that it was necessary to get a divorce, he would leave her an apartment, would help financially, and that was that. Galya planned to defend her marriage, but after much thought, she decided not to torture herself or her husband, whom she still loved and agreed to. After that, she quickly sold an apartment in Moscow and moved to a small city in the Yaroslavl region where she was able to get a good job, closer to her loved ones.

Since in the capital she had nothing more to do. After that, she decided to go to a sanatorium in Sochi to relax and unwind, since for all her long life with her husband she had not rested, quietly resignedly doing household chores. has long forgotten what sex is, how to have fun. At 44, she looked 35, although she did not shine with special beauty, but she had a sweet, kind face, with a sweet smile, which even attracted men to being married, but she could not even think about betrayal. As for the forms, she was not tall - 160 cm, 2 breasts in size, already slightly hanging, but still pretty, had a couple of extra pounds that everyone planned to lose.

From her thoughts Galina pulled out someone's gaze and she realized that while in thought she was looking in the direction of the man who was now looking at her carefully. He raised his glass in a welcoming gesture, stood up and moved toward her, Galya abruptly lowered her eyes and drank the wine from the glass.

- Good evening girl, you do not wake up if I join you? And what a sad you are, maybe I can brighten up your evening - a man asked with an accent.

Galina looked up, an Armenian stood a bit above average height, rather dense, but not fat, not lightly shaved, which gave his handsome face a certain charm, it looked to him for about 40 years. Not a lot of thought, the woman decided, and why not.

- Yes, sit down. - She said already drunk voice, yet 3 glasses for her a lot.

- 5 second. - The man answered and moved to his table and transferred everything that was on him to Galina at the table.

- My name is Armen. - He said, sitting down at the table and carefully studying Galina.

- Galya - she answered.

- Very nice. I understand you are in our wonderful city for a positive charge, rest?

- Yes, I decided to relax

- And how are you here? and where did you stay? - And having recollected himself he reached for the bottle of wine that was standing. - Oh, let me fill your glass at the same time

“Thank you,” said the woman, watching him fill his glass — yes, she was well rested, the weather was great all week, stopped at the Parus rest house, heard about it?

- Yes, of course, one of the best in Sochi. Sorry for not a modest question, but are you alone? - He asked, involuntarily squinting at her hands in search of the ring.

- Yes. - She replied in a voice in which slipped sadness.

- Let's drink to ensure that your vacation was as excellent as the weather in Sochi, and to spend the rest of the time fruitfully - He said hastily and deliberately loud and fun to disperse her despondency. They clinked glasses and drank.

- And you still for a long time with us?

- Another week. Are you from the local? - She asked

- Yes, since childhood here, a wonderful city

Galya smiled. After which, after a little silence, Armen began to talk confidently about his young life in Sochi, about two unsuccessful marriages, accompanying each remark with toasts and not used to such pressure by Galina,confidently persuaded to pour more.

- What do you tell about yourself - Armen summed up his long speech.

Galina was silent for a while, but the one who hit the alcohol and the desire to speak out was overpowered. And she expressed all her experiences. In the course of which the man inserted sympathetic comments and continued to raise toasts for the future, for ending the bad past, etc.

After about an hour of communication, and a large number of drunk. Galina gathered in the rest home.

- Yes, what will I take you, do not worry about what you spend on a taxi, I am a taxi, but free - laughing, he convinced her.

- Well, if you do not mind

- Yes, you laugh, with such a gorgeous girl to spend some more time just for joy! And do not worry today I cry. - He said, loudly and cheerfully beating off all her failures.

Then they left the cafe, to the old BMW standing. Sev, the man started the car and started off abruptly. Less than five minutes later, Galya realized that she was very sick and asked to stop the car. While she was clearing Armen's stomach, he ran around her and helped her in every possible way.

- In this form, you should not go to a holiday home, who will help you, but what if? Eat to me, I will help you, put, I will be there. - In a tone of no objection, he said.

Forces to refuse somehow, Galina simply did not have it and having tried to refuse all the same a couple of times, she gave in to his perseverance. After that, they slowly reached the old five-story building. Armen, taking her in his arms, reported to his two-room apartment.

- Thanks you. - Galya said, with the help of a man taking off her shoes in the corridor.

- Oh, nothing over there bath, wait now I'll give you a bathrobe. In the meantime, you will wash, I will bring tea - said Armen and went into the kitchen.

Galya went into the bathroom, which was a small room with a toilet and shower. She pulled off her jacket, took off her white bra, and then, flopping down on the toilet in a long struggle, pulled off jeans and panties, from where she looked out already slightly, bristling crotch. Then she went to the shower.

Finishing directing tea, Armen heard a strong knock in the bath and moved there.

“Galina is doing well for you,” he asked, knocking on the door. In response, I heard groans and booms. Not having received a clear answer, he opened the door and saw Galina sitting near the shower and crying.

- Well, why are you so? hit hard? - asked oh, approaching her noting to himself a not a bad figure, and feeling that the desire to have disappeared in the car again arose.

- No, not much - Galina replied trying to cover her body.

Armen quickly threw a robe over her, not missing a moment to run her hand over her ass, unfortunately flat and soft to the touch, and her breasts, picked her up and carried her into the room, putting her on the bed.

“I'll bring tea now,” he said, going to the kitchen. I myself think that everything is going well, yet it might not have been possible to drag her into the apartment, but then he was lucky, she was in his bed, and there everything had to be done carefully.

Bringing in tea, Armen continued to dream he was already planning his action plan, although Galina was not in his taste, yet he liked women with shapes and hotter ones. And then a woman who was stuck in her own years was somehow inexperienced to the surprise. Perhaps it is this and not enough good sex. Kohl had a chance then why not try.

Taking a cup of tea, he went into the bedroom. Entering the room, he had already begun to turn to Galina, as he noticed that she was snoring softly.

Coming closer, the first thing he noticed was that the robe slid open her pussy, which was so attractive, her left breast was peeking out from under the robe. Continuing to approach her, he devoured her with his eyes. He set the tea and sat on the bed next to her.

- Galina, are you sleeping? He asked quietly. In response, there was a lowing and a quiet snuffling. Such an answer pleased him, and he continued to look at her, feeling like he was starting to get excited.

Therefore, he quietly untied and pulled off her dressing gown, unbuttoned the belt on his jeans with his left hand and let them go. With his right hand he began to slowly stroke Galina's right breast, to the touch ...

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