18
Michael slowly taxied on the highway. On a weekday, there were practically no cars on the road. A rare collective-farm truck was moving towards it, rumbling with an empty body, raising a cloud of dust behind it.
Veronika was sitting on the right, giving Kate the opportunity to host the backseat.
“Katya does not believe that today I caught such a catfish and let it go,” Veronika noted with a grudge in her voice. Her hands cut off the length of the penis in the charged state, she learned the lesson well.
Michael grinned, peering into the rearview mirror. Katya hid herself in a corner, pretending that she could not hear anything.
Veronica, meanwhile, stuck out her lower lip.
- And when are we going fishing next time? She asked.
Misha broke into a smile. He himself could not wait to have fun once more.
“Yes, tomorrow,” he cooed.
- Is it possible tonight? - Egoza fluttered her eyelashes, looking at him with a cunning.
- It is possible, if it is careful, - he smiled as cunningly.
She launched a playful hand for a walk, and she instantly found his right thigh closest to the hammer. He was, as always, in shorts. The touch of a wet children's palm made his legs open wider.
“I liked it,” Veronica whispered languidly.
She unscrewed her neck and found Katya with her eyes, who was sitting in the very corner, pretending to be looking at the landscape that flashed outside the window.
- Cach, come with us? - playfully asked Veronica.
Katya looked up for a second.
“I'll think about it,” she said. Her embarrassed glance now and then returned to a playful thin hand that seemed to be diving into Uncle Misha’s groin.
"What is she doing there? - Katya was perplexed. “Does he stroke him?”
Veronica caught these eyes and seemed to tease Solntseva on purpose, working more actively, changing her hand to a more comfortable right hand for her.
- What is there to think, let's go. If you look at it like a worm on a hook it turns out to be awesome. ”She gave a snarl in her nose.
Michael echoed kheks. He was fascinated by traffic, not realizing the growing pressure in his shorts. Flirting Veronica with Katya seemed funny to him.
“That's who you need to train a member of,” he thought.
- Or do you have other plans? - Veronica finally twisted, pulling the seat belt.
Katya chewed her lips nervously.
“I wouldn't want to disturb you,” she said frowningly.
- Katya thinks that we are lovers and she will hinder us, - Veronika stared at Mikhail. Her hand gently slid up to the groin, felt the limp sausage under the stretched cloth, found a thickening of the head.
- Worm what to hook on the hook? - Misha grinned.
They laughed together, lovers, everyone on their own minds, together perfectly aware of what was really being said.
Veronica again turned her neck to the back seat.
- Catch, can you keep secrets? She asked in an innocent, languid voice.
Katya felt that she was blushing. With a slightly offended half-whisper she squeezed herself out:
- I know how.
- And Nastina mother can not you say?
- I will be silent, like a fish.
They laughed. This time all three. Katya sighed with relief. She was officially asked to keep her mouth shut. What could be easier?
Uncle Misha met her eyes in the rearview mirror.
“Thank you, Katya,” he said meaningfully.
She nodded, finally recovering herself. She stared again at the fields and the forests that flashed outside the window. This time she smiled like a fool, imagining how Uncle Misha would openly look after Veronika. What will come of it? Well, a couple!
Soon she noticed how Uncle Misha’s hairy hand lay on Veronica’s bare knee, walked up the thigh and returned to the handbrake. The fidget was dodging in the seat like a worm.She flattened her either from excitement or from her inner restless nature, which she was richly endowed with.

19
After the supermarket, Misha taxied to a lingerie store. He wanted to please the girls. In addition, intimate gifts seemed to him an absolute chic in view of the prevailing unusual circumstances.
“Girls, choose,” he said, stopping at the ticket office, behind which an old maid was on duty with a sleepy fly. “Everything you can carry on yourself is all yours.”
Katya and Veronika giggled, diving deep into the store. They are minced along shelves and hangers in search of the most outspoken, unusual outfits.
- Can I choose too? - asked Kate, excitedly catching her breath.
- Of course, he's kinda now, - Veronica arched a curb.
- I feel uncomfortable. He's dating you, not me.
- So what? - Veronica glanced at her friend. - Now we will pick up your stockings. He knows how nice it will be to see you in them.
Kate presented how Uncle Misha was excited, looking at her, and was stunned. She did not imagine neutrality in relations with Nastya's dad.
Veronica found black stockings with arrows, openwork rubber bands. Opened the packaging, stretched on her hand a delicate, like a veil, fabric.
“Oh, my dad won't let me wear this,” Katya mumbled.
“And you put them on when your dad is not around,” Veronica smirked, putting a rubber band on Katina’s leg.
- And how do I wear them then?
- Under the jeans. And at the institute change clothes. You want to look seductive?
- I want, of course. And if dad finds? - she threw a puzzled look at Veronica. She was not joking.
- Is he digging in your stuff?
- Not.
- Then take it and do not think. You go to the disco, thanks for saying.
After walking a little more in rows, the girls found a short tight dress, black.
- Here, try on with stockings, - Veronica frowned in a businesslike manner, like a commander who seized up the deployment of troops on the field.
“A bit short, I think,” said Solntseva with doubt.
- Just right. Let Uncle Misha appreciate.
Katya glanced at Korchagin, who was on duty at the cash register. Well, maybe it really is time for her to relax?
She went into the fitting room, quickly pulled off her shorts with a T-shirt. Long thought to remove the bust or not. Finally I came to the conclusion that wearing such stockings with a white bust and panties is ridiculous. Opened the hitch, freeing girlfriends who trembled in front of the mirror.
“What am I doing?” She smiled, blushing in front of the mirror.
She pulled on her stockings, a dress that is like a gloomy village on a figure. Tits, covered with a thin stretch dress, slightly rocked, creating an atmosphere of freedom and permissiveness in the upper part of the body. Nipples immediately filled with hardness. Looking at herself in the mirror, Katya was surprised to see to herself how seductively she looks like an adult. She ran her palms over her thighs. The dress perfectly accentuated the butts of the buttocks, the waist. Legs in stockings danced, Kate rose on tiptoe. The bottom edge of the dress barely covered the gum stockings.
Jumping out of the fitting room, Katya groused in front of Veronica. She opened her eyes in amazement.
“Go see Uncle Misha,” she croaked in a broken voice.
Uncle Misha’s eyes widened, his jaw dropped. He just put his thumb up, causing Katya nervous laughter. She skipped back to the fitting room, giggling. Uncle Misha’s brilliant gaze filled with lust no longer scared her.
Having walked around the store, the girls found black lace thongs with a bow, bust, and belt.
“Is it all for me?” - was lost in conjecture of Solntsev. She did not want to lag behind Veronica, who grabbed all and much.
- Do you need panties? She asked, dropping her hands in dismay.
Veronica danced around, looking for the most intricate models of linen.
“Well, imagine,” she said knowingly, “you are buying yourself an expensive chocolate candy in a shiny wrapper.” You unfold, and there is not even a foil. What do you think?
Kate sadly smirked.
- Clear. Then we take.
They finally got to the ticket office. Uncle Misha, with curiosity looking at the pictures on the packages, was pretty smiling. He quickly paid off. Katya did not have time to recover herself, as yesterday, all the unthinkable clothes, fell upon her with a generous stream of gifts ....

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