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invite whole families?
“No, of course,” she immediately made a rustic face. - Come on then and cousins we cross out.
- I am so glad that you suggested it yourself, - Anton smiled, sighing to himself with relief.
- Both cousins and sisters can then not be invited. And then they go far. Let's leave only friends and parents, - Lisa reasoned quite soberly, without giving anything sarcasm.
“I planned it, by the way,” he perked up even more. How nice to be with Liza at least in something consonant.
“You can also strike out parents,” she licked her lips. - Why did they surrender at the wedding? Still quarrel among themselves.
“Well, that is unlikely, of course,” he grinned.
- Why is it "unlikely"? You know what my dad is fighting. Just give him a drink, as he starts to shout "Bitterly", then another and beat glasses.
- So, we shall also delete it? - he looked incredulously into the serious calculating gaze of the Lizin's eyes.
- Of course, why the hell did he give up at the wedding. Drunk unhappy.
- Are you kidding or serious? - A wrinkle of misunderstanding appeared at Anton over the bridge of the nose.
- Well, what do you think? - she pouted her lips.
- No, well, you can, of course, not to invite your father, since you so want, - he smiled, anticipating agreement.
“I don’t want anything,” she turned a sad, drooping look to the window.
- Bunny, well forgive me. I thought you were not joking, - Anton changed his face. He is still wrong!
- Turkey also thought, but got into the soup. Ate everything? Can you take the plate? - Lisa hard rose from the table.
- Yes thank you.
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Towards evening, the young, after a walk around the shops, returned home. Lisa, having received shoes and a dress as a gift, immediately forgot about her morning disagreements. Having taken a favorite place in the bedroom, she began to look at herself in the dresser from all sides. How wonderful is the pearl necklace, which seemed to have been specially bought at the time for this black dress!
Anton, having overheard the purring of a contented kitty, did not fail to take the opportunity to bring his beloved even more pleasure.
Going from the back and expressing another servility in a dim compliment, he began to walk his hands over the shoulders and breasts of his beloved. He had already begun to descend to his thighs, not knowing which side to go in to pet the shaved cat, he used to call the morning revelation, when suddenly the bell rang.
Lizina's friend Dasha, of course, could not find a better time to call, and Lisa, of course, could not wait.
- Hello! How did you get yesterday? - asked Lisa, turning to face Anton. She sat in a round chair without a back twist.
“With a breeze,” Dasha answered cheerfully. - The taxi driver got so chatty. All the phone tried to take.
- Well, how did you give it? - Lisa spread her knees, letting Anton know that she is not against the fact that he will be engaged in it in parallel with the informal conversation she had on the phone.
Anton appreciated the maneuver and knelt down. His hands slipped under the dress, trying to roll it higher.
- Of course not. He's too talkative, not my type, ”Dasha answered in the meantime.
- I would ride for free.
- Free cheese, you know where it happens? In a mousetrap.
Anton finally reached her fingers with the desired, and Lisa immediately slammed the mousetrap. Her knees closed, squeezing the hands of her beloved. He frowned.
“Okay, I’m calling for something,” Dasha’s cheerful voice sounded conspiratorial. “I have great news for you.” You just do not yell, like last time.
“Okay, I won't,” Liza licked her lips, continuing to squeeze Anton’s hands. She liked to watch him kneel in front of her like a hungry dog requiring attention, screaming, wagging his tail.
“Marvel and the group will come to us to open the exhibition,” Dasha was taken aback as if with a cold shower. - Admission is by invitation only. For VIP person.
- Very interesting, go on, - Lisa slowly opened her knees, languidly closed her eyelids, giving Anton a green light.
- Have you guessed yet? I thought you would scream like crazy. Are you okay? - Dasha is clearly suspicious of something and breathing dissatisfied into the phone.
Liza with her finger pointed Anton to lie down on the bed. He did not dare to disobey.
“Everything is just wonderful with me,” she got up and, throwing her leg, sat on her booty on Anton’s face. - Anton decided not to invite my parents to save on the wedding.
Anton screamed, expressing disagreement, but Liza pressed her pussy closer to his lips, which completely freed herself from her thong panties. Anton pulled them to one side, Lisa increased the onslaught, Dasha expressed outrage:
- Nightmare! It is better then to cancel the wedding in general. Why gather?
“Here I’m talking about the same thing,” Liza squirmed harder. - We invite former girlfriends Anton, let's sit down, remember how it was.
- Also an option, - Dasha laughed. - A lot of his former?
- One and a half. He does not tell me about half. Probably nothing was there.
She sank down and undid the fly with the fingers of her free right hand. A member of Anton bristled with a solid stick.
“Okay, don't be sad.” Everything will be fine, - Dasha comforted. - Tomorrow I wait for you at four o'clock at the entrance to the gallery. Do not be late. And put on your best dress.
- Thank you, Dasha. You're the best - Lisa pulled out a member of the panties, squeezing him, bared the head.
- Here, is another matter! And I'll talk to Anton. Come up with this: not to invite guests.
“Don't say,” she dug her nails into her swollen flesh. Anton's painful moans reminded her of how to suppress them.
- All right, bye. Till tomorrow!
“Bye,” Lisa hung up and put the phone down.
Anton escaped for a second from under the dress to breathe fresh air.
- What did Dasha say? He asked, continuing to work awkwardly with his index finger.
Lisa took the dick with both hands.
- That there are no ex-girlfriends.
- Yes, this is my classmate. Well, why did you decide that we met?
- I saw how she looks at you.
- How?
Lisa jumped off Anton's face and, dropping between his legs, stared into his eyes.
“That's it,” she said, and took the dick in her mouth. Gazing into his eyes, she began to suck.
- I like it so much when you are jealous, - Anton smiled a childish confused smile. - Go on.
Lisa broke away from a member, got a condom out of the bedside table.
- And where did you get that I'm jealous? She asked, rolling the gum. Her fingers, albeit with extended nails, acted confidently. Much more confident than Anton acted in the morning.
- Is not it so? - the edges of Anton's lips dropped.
“I, on the contrary, may want you to fuck her finally,” Lisa arched a curb.
- Whom? Lena?
- Lena or Olga. Who would you fuck first?
- Whom?
- No how.
- How?
- But how? Show me how you fuck Lena, - Lisa saddled Anton and immediately immediately planted herself on her dick.
He accepted the challenge and turned her on his back.
- Like this? - he flew from above.
- What do you tell her when you fuck? - Lisa bristled, exposing her teeth, pushing her hips wider.
- We do not fuck.
- What are we doing now?
- Lisa, well, stop it. This is not funny, - Anton acted aggressively, as required by the protocol, but still not correctly guessed Liza’s wishes.
- Why is "not funny"? Well, tell me "Lena, Helen, Lenusya." What do you call her when you fuck? - Lisa teased him, specifically calling to a duel. Hamster rage - at least some kind of strong point available for research.
“Well, let's play, since you want to,” he grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard.
- Really want to. You just can not imagine how I miss you - Lisa burst into theatrical moans.
“Lena,” Anton wheezed, winding up.
- Yes, like this, - Lisa sat down deeper, moving towards.
“Liza, I can't do that,” Anton whimpered.
- Lisa is at home with a child. And I - Lena - she lightly slapped him on the cheek.
- I love my wife.
“She loves you too, but now she has no time for you,” she growled.- She's joking. You do not like when she is joking?
“No, I don't,” he seemed to wake up.
- Then fuck Lena, dear. I never joked with you.
“It’s a pity that we didn’t work out,” he suddenly agreed to see Lena under him.
- I am also very, very sorry, dear. But maybe it is for the best. Oh, yes, Anton, how big you are! Just Hercules! - Lisa moaned, feeling the true passion of Anton.
“Helen, I love you,” Anton didn’t realize, unlike her.
- I love you too, Antosha. Just do not stop, I beg you, cum in me.
He twitched, hammering his penis into an outstretched female body, clinging to it from above, on the sides, representing Lena under him, and finished. Stormy and unexpected, because the body under it played a cruel joke and sank at the point of penetration, imposing a moment of exodus.
Leaning back to one side, he was breathing heavily, sweat running down his face, chest, cold drops dropping onto the sheets.
- Did you like it? - He asked with a secret plea in his voice.
“Lisa would be pleased,” Lisa purred.
They rolled with laughter. Anton was not sure that he would always be able to stay on top for Liza. But he will try. You never know! She will give birth to a child. One, the second. And settle down. It always happens. In the meantime, we must still decide which of the guests to delete from the long list.
“No, of course,” she immediately made a rustic face. - Come on then and cousins we cross out.
- I am so glad that you suggested it yourself, - Anton smiled, sighing to himself with relief.
- Both cousins and sisters can then not be invited. And then they go far. Let's leave only friends and parents, - Lisa reasoned quite soberly, without giving anything sarcasm.
“I planned it, by the way,” he perked up even more. How nice to be with Liza at least in something consonant.
“You can also strike out parents,” she licked her lips. - Why did they surrender at the wedding? Still quarrel among themselves.
“Well, that is unlikely, of course,” he grinned.
- Why is it "unlikely"? You know what my dad is fighting. Just give him a drink, as he starts to shout "Bitterly", then another and beat glasses.
- So, we shall also delete it? - he looked incredulously into the serious calculating gaze of the Lizin's eyes.
- Of course, why the hell did he give up at the wedding. Drunk unhappy.
- Are you kidding or serious? - A wrinkle of misunderstanding appeared at Anton over the bridge of the nose.
- Well, what do you think? - she pouted her lips.
- No, well, you can, of course, not to invite your father, since you so want, - he smiled, anticipating agreement.
“I don’t want anything,” she turned a sad, drooping look to the window.
- Bunny, well forgive me. I thought you were not joking, - Anton changed his face. He is still wrong!
- Turkey also thought, but got into the soup. Ate everything? Can you take the plate? - Lisa hard rose from the table.
- Yes thank you.
###
Towards evening, the young, after a walk around the shops, returned home. Lisa, having received shoes and a dress as a gift, immediately forgot about her morning disagreements. Having taken a favorite place in the bedroom, she began to look at herself in the dresser from all sides. How wonderful is the pearl necklace, which seemed to have been specially bought at the time for this black dress!
Anton, having overheard the purring of a contented kitty, did not fail to take the opportunity to bring his beloved even more pleasure.
Going from the back and expressing another servility in a dim compliment, he began to walk his hands over the shoulders and breasts of his beloved. He had already begun to descend to his thighs, not knowing which side to go in to pet the shaved cat, he used to call the morning revelation, when suddenly the bell rang.
Lizina's friend Dasha, of course, could not find a better time to call, and Lisa, of course, could not wait.
- Hello! How did you get yesterday? - asked Lisa, turning to face Anton. She sat in a round chair without a back twist.
“With a breeze,” Dasha answered cheerfully. - The taxi driver got so chatty. All the phone tried to take.
- Well, how did you give it? - Lisa spread her knees, letting Anton know that she is not against the fact that he will be engaged in it in parallel with the informal conversation she had on the phone.
Anton appreciated the maneuver and knelt down. His hands slipped under the dress, trying to roll it higher.
- Of course not. He's too talkative, not my type, ”Dasha answered in the meantime.
- I would ride for free.
- Free cheese, you know where it happens? In a mousetrap.
Anton finally reached her fingers with the desired, and Lisa immediately slammed the mousetrap. Her knees closed, squeezing the hands of her beloved. He frowned.
“Okay, I’m calling for something,” Dasha’s cheerful voice sounded conspiratorial. “I have great news for you.” You just do not yell, like last time.
“Okay, I won't,” Liza licked her lips, continuing to squeeze Anton’s hands. She liked to watch him kneel in front of her like a hungry dog requiring attention, screaming, wagging his tail.
“Marvel and the group will come to us to open the exhibition,” Dasha was taken aback as if with a cold shower. - Admission is by invitation only. For VIP person.
- Very interesting, go on, - Lisa slowly opened her knees, languidly closed her eyelids, giving Anton a green light.
- Have you guessed yet? I thought you would scream like crazy. Are you okay? - Dasha is clearly suspicious of something and breathing dissatisfied into the phone.
Liza with her finger pointed Anton to lie down on the bed. He did not dare to disobey.
“Everything is just wonderful with me,” she got up and, throwing her leg, sat on her booty on Anton’s face. - Anton decided not to invite my parents to save on the wedding.
Anton screamed, expressing disagreement, but Liza pressed her pussy closer to his lips, which completely freed herself from her thong panties. Anton pulled them to one side, Lisa increased the onslaught, Dasha expressed outrage:
- Nightmare! It is better then to cancel the wedding in general. Why gather?
“Here I’m talking about the same thing,” Liza squirmed harder. - We invite former girlfriends Anton, let's sit down, remember how it was.
- Also an option, - Dasha laughed. - A lot of his former?
- One and a half. He does not tell me about half. Probably nothing was there.
She sank down and undid the fly with the fingers of her free right hand. A member of Anton bristled with a solid stick.
“Okay, don't be sad.” Everything will be fine, - Dasha comforted. - Tomorrow I wait for you at four o'clock at the entrance to the gallery. Do not be late. And put on your best dress.
- Thank you, Dasha. You're the best - Lisa pulled out a member of the panties, squeezing him, bared the head.
- Here, is another matter! And I'll talk to Anton. Come up with this: not to invite guests.
“Don't say,” she dug her nails into her swollen flesh. Anton's painful moans reminded her of how to suppress them.
- All right, bye. Till tomorrow!
“Bye,” Lisa hung up and put the phone down.
Anton escaped for a second from under the dress to breathe fresh air.
- What did Dasha say? He asked, continuing to work awkwardly with his index finger.
Lisa took the dick with both hands.
- That there are no ex-girlfriends.
- Yes, this is my classmate. Well, why did you decide that we met?
- I saw how she looks at you.
- How?
Lisa jumped off Anton's face and, dropping between his legs, stared into his eyes.
“That's it,” she said, and took the dick in her mouth. Gazing into his eyes, she began to suck.
- I like it so much when you are jealous, - Anton smiled a childish confused smile. - Go on.
Lisa broke away from a member, got a condom out of the bedside table.
- And where did you get that I'm jealous? She asked, rolling the gum. Her fingers, albeit with extended nails, acted confidently. Much more confident than Anton acted in the morning.
- Is not it so? - the edges of Anton's lips dropped.
“I, on the contrary, may want you to fuck her finally,” Lisa arched a curb.
- Whom? Lena?
- Lena or Olga. Who would you fuck first?
- Whom?
- No how.
- How?
- But how? Show me how you fuck Lena, - Lisa saddled Anton and immediately immediately planted herself on her dick.
He accepted the challenge and turned her on his back.
- Like this? - he flew from above.
- What do you tell her when you fuck? - Lisa bristled, exposing her teeth, pushing her hips wider.
- We do not fuck.
- What are we doing now?
- Lisa, well, stop it. This is not funny, - Anton acted aggressively, as required by the protocol, but still not correctly guessed Liza’s wishes.
- Why is "not funny"? Well, tell me "Lena, Helen, Lenusya." What do you call her when you fuck? - Lisa teased him, specifically calling to a duel. Hamster rage - at least some kind of strong point available for research.
“Well, let's play, since you want to,” he grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard.
- Really want to. You just can not imagine how I miss you - Lisa burst into theatrical moans.
“Lena,” Anton wheezed, winding up.
- Yes, like this, - Lisa sat down deeper, moving towards.
“Liza, I can't do that,” Anton whimpered.
- Lisa is at home with a child. And I - Lena - she lightly slapped him on the cheek.
- I love my wife.
“She loves you too, but now she has no time for you,” she growled.- She's joking. You do not like when she is joking?
“No, I don't,” he seemed to wake up.
- Then fuck Lena, dear. I never joked with you.
“It’s a pity that we didn’t work out,” he suddenly agreed to see Lena under him.
- I am also very, very sorry, dear. But maybe it is for the best. Oh, yes, Anton, how big you are! Just Hercules! - Lisa moaned, feeling the true passion of Anton.
“Helen, I love you,” Anton didn’t realize, unlike her.
- I love you too, Antosha. Just do not stop, I beg you, cum in me.
He twitched, hammering his penis into an outstretched female body, clinging to it from above, on the sides, representing Lena under him, and finished. Stormy and unexpected, because the body under it played a cruel joke and sank at the point of penetration, imposing a moment of exodus.
Leaning back to one side, he was breathing heavily, sweat running down his face, chest, cold drops dropping onto the sheets.
- Did you like it? - He asked with a secret plea in his voice.
“Lisa would be pleased,” Lisa purred.
They rolled with laughter. Anton was not sure that he would always be able to stay on top for Liza. But he will try. You never know! She will give birth to a child. One, the second. And settle down. It always happens. In the meantime, we must still decide which of the guests to delete from the long list.
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Thank. "Group" still shoot. There (here) is very correct in all respects the plot. With the first doors, escalation, the moment of "mirror", the outcome (second doors). Plus sex as a necessary tool for the development of the plot, and not as a by-product.
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Yes, I noticed - and the plot built, and hints on flashbacks ... Personally, I like the fine work. Successes.
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Once again, I wonder where such a story has such low marks, they don’t like you here, for some reason)
As Oscar Wilde used to say: “I heard so much nasty things about you that I am sure that you are a wonderful person!”
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I'm not used to it :) Units and colas are all my friends.
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Is it possible to find the previous parts somewhere?
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Well written. Qualitatively and competently. One thing is bad - the heroine for some reason causes a persistent antipathy, although this is probably my personal troubles. Thanks to the author and good luck in the future.
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What you Lisa did not please? :) She forcefully pulled under the crown. Groom is a goat, can't you see? Decided to cut the guest list, because the miser. She, of course, is also not a gift, but at least she tries.
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First of all. Herki - evil :) Always annoyed frostbitten girl fans at concerts. No matter who their idol is: Stas Mikhailov or James Hetfield. Anyway, they are fanning not from music, but from the performer.
Secondly. I still do not understand who and how pulls her down the aisle? To marry a person who is knowingly uninteresting to you is to spoil life for yourself and for him.
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OK. I will answer your question with flashback in the text deployed. In a nutshell: Lisa is influenced by her mother, who really wants her daughter to marry successfully. Anton, in her opinion, the best candidate. (He himself also dug in confidence in the future mother-in-law).
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So who is to blame for this? Why is an adult, capable girl so exposed to the opinions of others and not even trying to rebel? Put on leather pants and go to a rock concert - that's all her rebelliousness. And even then, only when a friend somewhere got hold of free tickets. Otherwise, she continues to cry, prick, but eat a cactus. Just because mom said so. Sorry, but such limp characters are not able to cause me anything but irritation :)
Please note, this does not detract from your merits as an author. This is just my personal perception of a particular heroine.
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Ha! “Weak-willed characters” :) Do you really think that the story (which threatens to turn into a novel) is called “The Group” just like that? Not "trying to rebel"? Does it bother you that Dasha called again and invited her to the gallery now, where will the lead singer of the group “GG” come to?
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No, I understand perfectly well that in the future a love line is planned between the heroine and the musician, and Lisa will hit hard. So say, from extreme to extreme.
Yes, I know what a group is, and I understand why the story is named that way. No, I do not think that by becoming such, the heroine will cease to be a weak-willed character. Rather, on the contrary, further strengthened in his lack of will. Just in place of a strict mother now there will be a sugary undeclared.
Although, if you look, the character turns out to be completely holistic. May change in form, but does not change in content. Such consistency and consistency in drawing an image is a plus to the author's piggy bank. Again, for this site a similar plot is quite original, and therefore a definite plus.
Another thing is that this image is not very cute to me specifically, but this, I repeat, is my personal troubles. I do not have the habit of proving to others that my view of life is the most correct, therefore I will allow myself to complete the controversy and bow out.
Please forgive me if my statements were too harsh. All the best.
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You see, all the plots have long been predictable. Therefore, the point is not in the plot, but in the characters and in what the author wants to show, say. I do not take offense at you for your opinion. On the contrary, it is very pleasant that you openly express yourself. Most comments come down to "cool, waiting for the product."
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