Kira looked in the mirror. No, all the same mirrors lie.
When you look into your own, homemade, everything seems to be normal, but it is worth going to the mirror where you are in a store or cafe and that, wrinkles in your eyes immediately, your stomach bulges, extra folds on your neck, a nightmare. But the new wrinkle, near the eye, before it was not. So, what about our belly?
Kira pulled up a T-shirt.
So, grown fat like a pig, soon she will not get through the door.
Kira grabbed her fingers with a small, charming fold on her smooth belly.
And the boobs hang out like a cow udder.
Heavy almost perfect breasts, with large dark pink nipples.
Kira turned sideways to the mirror and lowered her panties, slightly sticking out her round, elastic ass.
Bum dropped soon on the heels of clap will.

Panties back in place.
Hip spread, in the old jeans are no longer fit.
She slapped her smooth, rounded thigh.
Hair, like tow, climb in clumps, so soon you will have to buy a wig.
She looked with hatred at a pair of silky blond hair stuck in a comb.
Age. this most terrible enemy of a woman, inexorably devoured her beauty.
After all, she is already 36, where such a purse can keep up with the young and the early.
Yes, she has a husband with her beloved, albeit boring and a bit boring, but his own. And he loves her. And the daughter is growing, Dashuna is already 14, soon she will be quite adult.

Well, and the fact that in bed not everything is all right, so this is not the most important thing. Yes and nothing terrible, well, she does not end with her husband, and that she is not the only one, others live too. Leshka tries, she sees it, but not destiny. Previously, everything was fine, and then something went wrong. Well, I do not want her sex, and all.
With Leshka not want.
But she doesn't even think about others. Almost, fantasy is not considered, who does not have them ... To change a husband, no, she is not like that. And Leshka does not change her, she is sure of it.

But this fear that they will stop paying attention to you, and even if you don’t even allow yourself to think about the slightest movement in the left direction, you don’t feel welcome, and not only for your man, this is a need without which you cannot confidently walk through life .

And age, here is one of the fundamental factors. You want to preserve the charm of youth, the freshness of spring as long as possible, and you don’t want to understand that the velvet season falls just in autumn.

For an understanding man, a woman is like a wine. Drunk and dizzy. And each wine has its own zest.

In the glass splashing young sparkling, Cheerful bubbles frolic and spin in a perky dance, inside the sun-drenched, amber drink.
The rich, sweetly sour taste of young, fermented grapes dominates here, light honey notes add zest to this grape kingdom, and a little sourness promises to quench your thirst ..
This wine dizzy and knocks down, but his hop quickly passes.

But another drink.

In the crystal glass mysteriously sparkles, playing with a thousand facets, the precious ruby ​​moisture ... Tens and hundreds of smells, mixing with each other create a unique, unique bouquet, the second one simply cannot be.
The taste of a mature drink is complex, crushed strawberries on a summer glade mixed with a bitter bitter almond flavor, spicy cherry, and Isabella's noble tartness under southern night stars, on the warm sea, lemon sourness and baked ripe Antoni in the autumn garden, sweet sweet cherry and bitter wormwood together.
Oh, and a difficult blend you got today, to understand the nuances will not be easy. One bottle is clearly not enough. A headache for tomorrow is provided, but today, it doesn’t have any equal.

Kira, throwing a bathrobe out of the bath, and shumrying along linoleum slippers went into the bedroom, on the way looking into the room of her daughter, made sure that she was sleeping and not sticking as usual on the Internet.

In their bedroom, the overhead light was turned off, only a bluish, dim light from the screen of the Leshkin Tablet illuminated the room. This meager lighting was quite enough, and Kira, dropping a robe into a chair, ducked under a blanket.

“What news on the World Wide Web?” - she quietly, in the very ear, her husband sang, and gently blew inside.

“Well, Zai, ticklish. And they write like, usually any crap. That's where, people ask, the brains are gone? "

“I watched porn again. “- thought Cyrus about herself and slipped under a blanket with her hand into her husband's pants.
Well, sure, it is worth darling. Yes, well worth it. I wonder what kind of site it is?

“Zai, what are you doing?” Get up tomorrow. ”

“And it seems to me that he does not mind at all. “- Cyrus whispered with aspiration. And to herself, with slight bitterness, she added, “Especially, five minutes, the weather will not be done.”

She dived under the blanket and familiar, worked out hundreds of times the movement pulled off the leshkin panties.
Familiar to each vein member cozily settled in her mouth.
Kira knew very well what he liked, her hand took his scrotum in a handful, slightly playing with the testicles, while the other, pulling the skin off, exposed her tender head, the tongue began to describe circles caressing the elastic flesh. And so good standing favorite member, quickly gained the desired hardness. Her lips closed, enveloping him in a soft ring and slowly began to move down the trunk, closer and closer to the dense thickets, where she knew every hair.
How many thousands of times, her nose bit into them, inhaling its smell.
She earned her head gradually increasing the pace, but not too zealous, that would not get the result ahead of time.

Leshka threw aside the edge of the blanket and she looked at him in the dusk of the bedroom.
He pulled up her T-shirt and with his free hand began to knead her right breast. His fingers, as usual, tugged at her nipple, he also knew that she liked her.
Kira slightly pulled her ass to him, and he pulled off her panties. His fingers left her chest and placed in the crotch.
He tried as best he could, but for some reason his fingers did all the time that something was wrong.
Strange, because earlier, long ago, she flowed from his one touch. Sometimes, as soon as he played a little with her clitoris and the juice flowed out of her, and now it's dry as in the desert.
At first, pictures and plots that she drew in her head helped. Then they stopped helping, and they.

Light slap on the ass, a signal that it is time to change the position.
Kira pulled away from her husband's member, smacked him, and lay on his back. She shook off the panties that had been lowered with Leshka, and spread her legs bent at the knees.
Husband hung over her. Kira put her hand to her mouth, and copiously moistened her fingers with saliva.
Having put her wet hand between her legs, the woman smeared the entrance with saliva, and having caught the penis with her fingers, she guided it inside with her usual movement.

Frowning slightly, despite the saliva, it was at first sick, she leaned towards him, and the member completely plunged into it. Good size Leshki neither this nor that, 15 centimeters, and not thick.
She closed her eyes. Lubricant slowly began to stand out and the discomfort receded, but pleasant ones did not appear.
Cyrus periodically moved her hips and moaned, although she did not feel any pleasure from the process. Performed marital debt. In all this procedure, she liked only the first part. Blowjob started her, she liked to feel a man in her mouth, it’s a pity that it lasted so long, maybe she could do this for hours, and if at the same time ... So this is already too much, she’s a decent, married woman debauchery is not for her.

Alexei last jerked and froze, leaning on her. Kira hugged her husband and whispered “Thank you” to her, gently kissed him behind the ear.
Proud spouse rolled off a supple female body.

"Good night, Zaya."

"Good night, Teddy Bear."

He turned to the stenochku, and after a couple of minutes the measured snuffling informed her that the pious slept the righteous.

Kira took the blanket to her chin and looked at the ceiling.

Her hand slipped out of the blanket ...