Contrary to expectations, the guys did not pounce on Lena.

- Beautiful! - Andrew shook his head approvingly.

- Yes, just super, - Vitya echoed in a stray language. - I love nudists.

They all neigh.

- Maybe we all get undressed? - chewed the words Ganichev.

He smiled all evening with his trademark smile, contented and rustic. Now this round smile has become a frozen mask of lust.

“No, Katya will be against it,” Andrei once again expressed theatrical concern.

“Maybe not,” Vitya growled.

- And you ask her, you're her brother, - continued the game Andrei.

They all grunted. Communication with strict Katya through her brother added spice to the position on the brink of a foul.

- Kate, and Kate, - Vitya finished.

They all began to neigh again. Katya herself sat on pins and needles. Excitement, shame, finally this stupid laugh and Vitin's voice finished off her completely, she snorted into her fist, choking with laughter.

- Well, K-a-a, - stretched the name of his sister Vitya, playing with his brows.

“Yes, I can,” she squeaked, turning away.

- Hooray! - the guys shouted.

They pulled off the towels, threw them under their feet on the second shelf. Kate was afraid to show interest, so she looked straight ahead and a little to the side. Excited by what was happening, she did not notice how the heels broke away from the bench and hung in the air. Tense fingers froze in a bent position, nails scraped the tree. She wiggled her booty, squinting toward the giggling guys. They whispered like cockroaches, discussing, apparently, her unwillingness to throw off a towel.

- Maybe the park to succumb, eh? Girls, how do you look at it? - addressed Max, who was sitting closest to the girls.

“Yes you can,” said Lena lazily. She sat exactly, having bent her back in the back, opening her hips and clearly not being embarrassed to show her pussy to the guys.

- And how are you, Katya? - Max's ingenuous voice eliminated the need to think about the consequences.

- Yes, you can - she nodded.

Max jumped off the deer with ease and, standing in front of the girls, stretched to his full height. He stood under the bulb itself, almost touching her head. His overgrown farm, the size of a good fist, was rocking in the groin with a bunch of dead pink scrotum and thick sausage. Katya involuntarily squeezed her lips in a smirk, her eyes darted to the left at the guys, then to the floor. She tried to study her hands, the manicurer, but Max’s genitalia, exposed to the most prominent place in the steam room, could not be thrown out of her head. The head of the penis was outlined under thin skin, a thick vein, originating at the base, divided the organ with a hollow, crawled along the trunk, which swayed heavily with the testicles, it was enough for Max to step from foot to foot. Katya would like to giggle, but everyone seems to have become accustomed to exposing, and only she alone was notoriously stupid.

The guys got back to talking about cars and driving rights. Max scooped some water, his eggs were fluttering colorfully between his legs, Katya could not tear her eyes away from them. I went eucalyptus steam, slowly filled the space with a thick pleasant smell.

- Mmm, what a beauty! - Lena expressed her general admiration. She wrapped her arms around her breasts, as she did in the dressing room in front of the mirror. Nipples stuck between her fingers, Lena obviously rubbed them, experiencing arousal.

“All right, I'll go,” Katya squeaked, picked up and ran to the exit.

- Catch, what are you, home? - with anguish stretched Andrew.

“No, I'll sit there,” she closed the door, leaving the guys to enjoy the view of naked Lena.

My head was spinning a little, alcohol had not yet disappeared, excitement, but not intimate, but nervous order, reaching a maximum in the steam room, quickly gave way to apathy.

“Why am I so scared? - thought Katya, coming to her senses. “They will think that I was scared.”

She wanted to return, so as not to give the guys any reason to laugh, but her legs themselves carried her to the dressing room, where the air was cool and not so humid.

Glade, spread out on the table, awakened the appetite. Katya barely restrained herself not to grab a sandwich with red caviar and butter. She sat in a leather chair and literally fell into a relaxed slumber. The body was suddenly filled with lead, as if fatigue accumulated over a lifetime had been crushed by additional weight. Katya never experienced such a high. "It is clear now why people like the bath so much," she thought, smiling at the edge of her lips. Hunger again manifested itself, as did thirst. She looked at the table, where in addition to alcohol, there was a pack of juice. “Maybe drink? - she was tormented, eating a sponge. - Do not wait.

I heard merry laughter, the guys were returning from the steam room. Kate instinctively brought her knees together, tensed, meeting them with a relaxed smile.

- Katya, is everything okay with you? - first asked Andrei.

“Yes, thanks,” she shook her head, smiling even wider. The guys were wrapped in towels, even Lena was not too lazy to spin. This detail cheered Katya. Still did not want to see their genitals, feeling like a black sheep.

All sat down on the sofa, which wrapped a oak table in a semicircle. Katya remained sitting in the chair.

“I offer to drink for beautiful ladies,” Ganichev voiced the general mood. He was as red as a cancer, he grinned from ear to ear and clearly felt that he was a full owner. The guys got up, Katya barely got out of the chair.

- Can I have some juice? - she asked quietly, when Andrei and Vitya started filling their glasses.

“Of course, Katyusha,” said Andrei.

- Katyusha? - she grinned.

“Can I call you that?” - he winked.

“As you like,” she picked up the caviar sandwich.

- For beautiful ladies. For you, Lena, for you, Katya! - raised a glass Ganichev. His eyes glittered excitedly, running around in circles, bumping into Katina's chest under a towel, at Lenin's legs and ass.

Suddenly, Lena leaned over and kissed his lips with a loud smack. The guys laughed.

- Happy birthday, - Lena cooed, languidly covering her eyelids.

- Yes-ah, - pointedly stretched Max.

“It seems that everything is serious here,” Andrew gave Ganichev a wink. “I would not like to disturb you,” he turned his gaze to Katya, twitched his eyebrow.

“And you don’t interfere with us,” Lena sang with a sugary voice. She again, as in a steam room, dramatically dragged a corner of the towel and remained standing naked. Ganicheva's hand was already lying on her belt, Lena pressed her sideways.

- Class, - hoarse hoarse voice Vitya. His eyes, wide open, froze on the pubis, rose with disbelief on his chest, fell on his ass.

- Good! - confirmed Max.

Everyone giggled, sat down on the sofa. Ganichev did not let go of Lena, who, seizing the moment, threw her legs into his lap. Leaning back on the couch, she lay like that, sipping martini from a glass, exposing her breasts and pussy to the guys.

Katya felt that she had gotten on someone else's Birthday at the wrong moment. Lena's behavior did not fit into her idea of ​​girlish honor. The guys were busy contemplating flirting, which unfolded between Lena and Ganichevym. At first, Lesha fastened, playing the role of a hospitable host, who has nothing to do with, but apparently tired, began to let go. Lena reacted to caresses with a gentle purr, spreading her legs wider, giving Ganichev freedom for creativity.

The guys laughed, looking at each other.

“Fat, well, you are Casanova,” Andrei joked, choking on a sandwich.

- Come on Lesha, don't screw it up, - Max urged. - Today is your day.

“Yes, leave me alone,” Ganichev laughed, putting his fingers into Lenin’s pussy.

Katya did not see what was happening there at the table, but she understood perfectly Lenin's facial expression and posture that everything was serious there.

She wanted to get up and leave; she again felt herself superfluous. But unfortunately, dizziness again rolled wave. She drank the third glass of juice, thirst no longer tormented. But the severity of ...