and did not believe the eyes. The mascara flowed in some places, the lipstick was smeared in some way, but I didn’t even have to remember about the hairstyle created in the morning by the master. The ironed sundress hung on me with a floor cloth, stained with wet spots and still fragrant with sperm, and the naked body under it looked worn and tired. Tits hung swollen nipples, the stomach itself is nothing, but the lower part of it, pubis, legs were smeared with whitish divorce of dried sperm and looked just awful. Sperm, sperm, one sperm around me like a sponge soaked all this with sperm and exuded scent of sperm. And this fragrance was already beginning to annoy. I again turned to the mirror and looked at my reflection in the eyes, smiling sourly - Well, did your friend take a walk !? - and she showed herself the language. It was somehow nervously at heart, and the sensation of a naughty child, who was pleased that he had done something unallowed and was now awaiting punishment. Dropping my shoes and dropping my purse on top of them, I slapped my feet bare in the bath. Dropping the sundress to the floor, I turned on the shower and crawled under the warm refreshing trickles of water. How I feel good! I stood and absorbed every cell of this warm, pleasant and soothing moisture. Wrapped up in a warm bathrobe, I went to drink tea in the kitchen. I calmed down. I was nice and cozy. I was at home, and I was pleased with the adventure that had happened to me.

The dream did not go. It seemed to me that I was so tired that it was enough just to fall into bed and immediately fall asleep. Fell, but the dream did not go. I was spinning, freezing and winding a blanket over myself, it became stuffy for me, and I threw him off putting my naked body under the cool night-time pouring through the open window. And this is the constant girlish screeching coming from the street. Well, as long as possible, you would have fucked her finally, that would have been silent. I closed my eyes. A swarm of thoughts was spinning in my head in a circle of what happened and did not want to stop at all until they formed into the image of a naked man sitting in the car nadrachivshego his huge dick. Dick, dick, in his head there was his image ... a swollen shiny head with which slowly slips flesh and waves gathers on a trunk quivering with tension. Pulsing wreaths. And a bag of two eggs. Touching him, his elastic hot flesh. And spreading sea of ​​sperm. I suddenly wanted to grab this dick with my hands, press my face against him and kiss, kiss, kiss. Wrapping her lips with a thick head, sucking on her, sucking a sticky stream of lubricant out of her, sucking until she bursts and spills a fountain of sperm in her mouth, and chokes on swallowing this viscous river. Dura, because there was an opportunity to do it, but I just stood and jerked off. Why!? And then this dick will fuck me. I imagined how this healthy stake enters into me, how it spreads the walls of the vagina and rests against my uterus with its ruby ​​head and begins to move. The fantasy was so real that I groaned involuntarily. My legs involuntarily bent at the knees and parted to the sides, opening access to the instantly swollen pussy, to which my fingers immediately pulled, some diving into the hole that opened and squelching with the flowing juice, and the second danced on the swollen tubercle of the clitoris. I masturbated, moaning from my own fantasies. I felt the warm waves of the coming orgasm seize me, sucking in the very center of the abyss of pleasure. My body shook, trying to break free, but it was already too late ... I finished. The orgasm on the bench was harsh and fleeting, like a flash of lightning that pierced me. Now I finished a long time with feeling, really, with the arrangement. She finished sweetly, moaning and convulsing on a creaking bed. Bliss! Fingers without stopping continued their dance, I wanted more and more. The second wave of orgasm was protracted, longer brighter. The second was followed by the third, fourth ... and then I do not remember.Completely weakened, I finally fell into a dream.

I woke up from the shock of an internal alarm clock set at seven o'clock in my head. I looked at my watch, the alarm clock, as always, worked exactly, letting me sleep for only four hours, but I felt completely sleepy and rested. The summer window was breaking into the open window and also Saturday morning. I got up and folded my legs in a Turkish village, inspecting my body. Her nipples were swollen and painful, but this was to be expected, and it could be worse. There are no pumps and this is already good. The lower abdomen and inner sides of the thighs were covered with scales of dried up discharge, and on the sheet under the hips a huge dried spot was formed. Sheet to the dress, in the wash. I jumped out of bed and reached out to a balcony, stretching my contented cat, exposing my naked body with a sunbeam. The mood was beautiful and the body unusually light and airy. It was time to get ready and go to the cottage.

The street greeted me with a pigeon cooing and yelping of some mongrel in the public garden, turning on its screeching, I found myself on the path yesterday, and here is my shop where I flew, but the bus stop and parking places in front of her. I stopped and looked around. Around nothing reminded of my yesterday's adventure, everything was everyday and ordinary. Although not! I noticed a few white crumpled napkins blown by the wind to the curbstone of the parking lot. Is it really them !? I walked over and leaned over the paper. Two napkins were just crumpled pieces of paper with no signs, but for the third was all in yellowish spots and divorces. I brought it to my nose and sniffed. The smell is almost gone, but the subtle scent of sperm is still present. Having thrown out her two girlfriends, I folded this napkin and opened her handbag from her took it in a pocket next to Igor's business card. In memory. At that moment I saw my bus taxiing out of the intersection and moving in the direction of the bus stop. Slamming her purse, I ran to meet him. Everything! Saturday! Forward to the cottage!

P. S. A napkin and a business card are still in my purse. I didn’t call Igor, but all when never be possible.