Katya Solntseva ran without looking back, the oil painting, presented to her straight in the face, caused a deep internal dissonance. She finished at the same time as Michael, and the sperm that filled Veronica's face with a reproach to her conscience was now on her account. Saliva lingered in the mouth, Katya now and then swallowed, unwittingly imagining the salty taste of sperm. Is she salty? So at least told Veronica. Well, her ass!
Reaching the meadow, Solntseva stopped to rest. Nastya and dad are probably walking somewhere around the lake. To interfere with them is more expensive. What to do, what to do?
She flopped her booty on a grass hummock, hugged her knees and gazed thoughtfully at the pine forest. There, beyond the jagged edge of the forest, the orange ball colored the sky with red gold. In the silent midst every now and then there was a knock of a woodpecker and an idle “ku-ku”.
Kate was what to think about.
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Nastya and Andrey found Katya in the meadow and returned home. It was getting dark. Veronica has disappeared somewhere.
Katya, rising from Korchagina upstairs, fell on her bed.
“I thought he was wearing her to death.” And she - at least henna, - she said in a half whisper. Before the eyes, Misha Korchagin and Veronika’s fucking bodies still flashed.
Nastya chuckled.
- Veronica and not so survive.
- How do you know that? - Kate threw a thoughtful look at Korchagin.
- From reliable sources, - Nastya smiled.
“It is clear now why you didn’t argue,” Katin’s voice filled with resentment.
“Nobody pulled you by their tongues,” Nastya showed her tongue.
“Well, I could not imagine that she had a rubber ass,” Katina’s eyes widened, her mouth opened, expressing amazement.
The girls laughed.
- We'll have to kiss her now. Ugh, - Katya grimaced.
They whinnied again.
At this moment, familiar heels clattered along the stairs. A small tornado burst into the room, scattering things, galloping galloping into the corners.
- Here I am! - Veronichka sang, turning her booty to the mirror. - Well, ready to pay the favor? - she slapped herself, and then still stretched her buttocks, groping them under the shorts.
Katya stared in disbelief at the skinny Veronica, her little ass.
- Did you ever have a little pain? She asked.
- Yes, knees rubbed.
Korchagin fell on the bed. Solntseva grunted into a cam. Veronica grinned merrily, dancing in the center of the room.
Kate came to her senses, wiped her eyes.
- Okay, where to kiss you?
- Wait, I'll take off my panties, - Veronica began to unbutton her shorts.
- Why is that? - Katya frowned.
“To enjoy the kiss,” Veronica gave two edges at once.
Korchagin neighing like crazy. Katya smiled, her eyelashes flashing, Veronika arched her back, stuck out her bare bottom, took a step towards Katya's bed.
“Is everyone ready?” She asked. - Then let's go. Kiss my ass and ask for forgiveness.
Katya lightly touched the lips of her left buttock. She was sticky with sweat and a little cold.
- Forgive me, ass, please, I did not know that you are rubber, - said Katya looking under the balls of buttocks. Those same pinkish lips of the vagina finely played under the crater of the anus.
- What are you, crazy, talking to my ass? - Veronica funny frowned. - You ask me for forgiveness, but not the priests. Kiss again!
They laughed. Katya, slapping Veronica on the pope, cast a stupid glance at Korchagina, who was crawling on the bed.
- Enough! - said Solntseva. - Veronika, forgive me, please, I will no longer doubt your abilities.
Veronica, pleased, pulled her panties with shorts.
“That's better,” she said. - World?
- Peace, - Katya nodded humbly.
Veronika flew up to Nastya and flopped down on a chair next to her bed.
- Well, and you, like Uncle Andrey, chopped up mushrooms in the forest?
Katya giggled, Nastya smiled.
“Yeah, chopped up,” she said, turning away.
- What are you doing? - Veronica bulging eyes. - And how, big mushrooms? - her lips lifted, exposing her white sharp teeth.
- Are you only interested in big ones? - Nastya fun smirking.
- No, why? I'm interested in the whole process. Gathering mushrooms. And how is it? - smiling, she wrinkled brows.
Katya laughed for her part. "Here's a scream!" She thought.
“I liked the process,” said Nastya mysteriously. Kate fell on the bed, overcome by laughter.
- Mmmm. So, Uncle Andrew not only can peel potatoes, but also knows how to collect mushrooms? - Veronica jumped on a chair on horseback and began to rock him.
- What do you want, fishing is not enough? - Nastya contemptuously frowned.
- You know, I always have enough. When I go to nature, I want to do everything at once.
- You are greedy, Veronica. I do not understand, what do you care? - Nastya looked at Veronica with a tired look.
“I like papics,” she sighed with an asshole. Her eyes rolled to the ceiling.
- So take yourself a fisherman, and leave me a mushroom picker, - Nastya brows flew up.
Katya and Veronika laughed. Egoza almost collapsed from a chair, just kept her balance.
- So, can you see how you pick mushrooms at least with one eye? She asked.
- No, it is impossible, - Nastya cut off.
- Here you go! Maybe you don’t pick mushrooms at all, but berries. How can you prove it? - Veronica squinted.
- I will not kiss your ass! - snapped Korchagin.
The girls rolled with laughter. This time, Veronica slipped from her chair and collapsed her booty to the floor. She sat like Pinocchio, stretching her legs in different directions.
Katya wiped her eyes. She was lying in bed, choking with laughter in the pillow. Catching her breath, she noticed:
“I'm so glad you made friends with my dad.”
“So that's what it's called now!” - interposed Veronica.
They began to neigh again.
Nastya made a strict appearance.
- If he will ask you about us, what will you answer him? - She asked Solntseva with a challenge.
“I don’t know, hear or see anything,” she blinked her eyelashes.
Veronica sank to the floor and curled into a ball.
- Here's a scream! She moaned.
Korchagin sighed heavily.
- Your dad is now very afraid that my dad will find out. As if they have a case, - Nastya sniffed contemptuously. - You, too, Veronica, do not tell my dad.
Veronica rose from the floor.
“He himself will guess,” she said, all red.
- Why did you decide? - Nastya smiled.
- You, when you have sex, a satisfied goat becomes, and you smile all the time, - Veronica made a face.
Katya blossomed in a sunny smile:
- Right. You began to smile, she said.
- Yah you! - Korchagina covered her face with her hands, she laughed, laughed heartily, than only inflamed the girlish appetite for pranks.

25
Andrei found Michael in the garden near the swings. At this late hour, Korchagin amused himself by looking for rotten apples in the bushes, putting them in an old basket.
- Everything is working, - Suns grinned.
- Semyonovna asked for a pig. And I completely forgot, - Misha plopped in the grass, folded in half.
“You know, I wanted to apologize,” said Andrew, crouching on a swing. - For Katya.
- What is it? - Korchagin straightened up, threw a wary glance at Solntsev.
“She seems to be spying on you today.”
“Oh, this is ...” Misha smiled at the edge of his lips and returned to the grass. - We are sort of agreed that we will not chase girls. Let yourself look if they want.
- Yes, but I did not think that everything would go so far, - Andrei swung back and forth.
Korchagin straightened up again, laid his hands on his lower back, arched as pleased as a goose.
- Katka almost flew recently, didn't you think about that either? - his scornful eyes met with the eyes of Solntsev.
- It has somehow become difficult with her lately. Silent, offended, - Andrew turned away.
- My same, but this age. Just wait, get married, give birth to children, they will have nowhere to go, no money, nothing to eat. Immediately ...

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