Korchagin found Solntsev in the kitchen, he had already finished cooking lettuce and potatoes, dodged the battlefield sadly, nervously crushing the towel in his hands.
- Why are you so sad? What happened? - Misha squinted, grinning at the corner of his lips.
- Yes, you can be pleased. Veronica raped me.
“Even so,” Korchagin looked surprised at the kitchen idyll.
All pots and pans, completely washed, lay in their places. Andrey's sarcasm with a thick touch of irritation caused Misha a slight confusion.
“Did she serve you badly?” - he threw a judgmental glance at Solntsev.
- Well served, on the first category.
“Then I don't understand something.” Are you dissatisfied with something?
- It's you who persuaded her? - Andrew contemptuously curled his lips.
- So what? - Korchagin blossomed in a smile. He finally realized what was happening.
- What the hell was this to do? - Andrey smiled. His gaze softened.
“Well, we must first try it in turn with us, before we immediately have two,” Misha winked. His right eye narrowed slowly and qualitatively, as in slow motion. At the same time, the lips moved sideways in a grin, the entire right side of the face wrinkled around the eye.
- So that's what's going on! - Suns finally kinder, his white teeth bared in a smile.
- And then! - Misha walked the commander-in-chief to the pan, prowled through the kitchen, looking at the salad bowls. “Well done,” he praised. “Nastya said that you clean the potatoes best of all,” he sniffed, throwing a sidelong glance at the embarrassed Andrew.
- What else did she tell? - He asked, gently putting the kitchen towel to the side.
- About you or in general? - Misha leaned over to the window, looked at the deserted road.
Andrei grunted, turning away. A pensive smile played on his face.
- Veronica - utter utter, - he said with the arrangement. - Do you believe everything she says or selectively? - he looked at Korchagin.
“Selectively, of course,” Misha smiled with a sly one. - You know how they say: trust, but verify.
- That's for sure, - Andrey shook his head. - She told me that her mom called her naughty. He’s chatting, probably, in the garden right now, everything that comes to his head, - Solntsev gritted his teeth, narrowed his eyes.
“Let them talk,” Misha, with a cheerful smile on his face, looked into another window overlooking the garden. - The country must know its heroes. How many times have you chpoknul her while we were gone, eh? - Korchagin looked into the gloomy face of Solntsev, trying to guess. - Two? Yes-ah, I see that two. She was always a little. Just wait, pick it up sometime together, see what she sings, - he went to the exit from the kitchen, turned around. - Slut, you say, called? Mom doesn’t miss her either. I once saw this mother. What an apple tree, such an apple, - pleased he went out on the porch.
Solntsev was not laughing.
"Veronica's talkativeness will not bring to the good," he mentally humbled himself with the forerunner of a thunderstorm.
29
Veronica flew high on the swing, leaning back. Her hair flew in the wind, almost touching the grass. She happily smiled, scrolling in my head sex with Uncle Andrew.
“Uncle Misha is still cooler!” - she thought, grinning.
Solntseva and Korchagina appeared on the path between the bushes. Veronica stopped the run.
- Well, there, Uncle Misha bought gifts? - She asked Kate, who first went to the swing.
- Nope. I told you that Nastya should not ride with us, ”she replied with a moron, which she adopted from Veronica.
The girls laughed. Nastya stood aside, leaning against a tree, with her arms folded. She was on her mind.
- And here we are with Uncle Andrei cut the potatoes, - Veronica threw a mischievous glance toward the disgruntled Korchagina.
- Really cut down? - responded that caustically.
- It was fun, - Veronika winked.
- You're lying and you do not blush. You had nothing, - Korchagina bristled. Sponges opened, eyes angrily flashed.
- And here it was, and here it was, - Veronica continued acceleration for separation, soared forward, fell back.
- What do you prove? - Nastya took a step to the swing, stopped opposite.
- will you kiss your ass? - Veronica winked Solntseva, she grunted, turning away.
“I will,” Nastya Korchagina’s face clouded, a deep wrinkle appeared over the bridge of her nose.
- He has a mole on his pubic under his hair, - Veronika stuck out her tongue, turned away, looking for support from Solntseva. She giggled at the cam, glancing at the enraged Nastya Korchagina. She had never seen the wrath of a panther before.
- Well, you and a whore, - Nastya spat out, flashing her eyes.
Turning, she rushed to the far end of the garden, disappeared behind the bushes.
Katya Solntseva clapped eyelashes. Her mouth opened slightly.
- Wow. Why are you so? - She frowned, she asked.
Veronica rose heavily from the swing. Looking around the garden, she shook her ass, stroking her thighs. Fun is gone.
“I don't know myself,” she muttered, perplexed. - He pounced on me as soon as you left.
Katya shook her head sadly.
“And I thought he loved Nastya,” she said, and sighed.
At this moment Nastya Korchagina appeared from behind the bushes. She quickly went to the girls, obviously with serious intentions.
- Nastya, well, you do not worry so much, - Veronica prayed plaintively. - All men goats. Didn't you know?
Korchagin came close to Veronica, her tear-stained eyes were throwing sparks.
- Nastya, forgive me. He wanted to, - whispered Veronica. Her guilty look dropped to her feet.
- It does not matter. Can I ask you something? - Korchagina threw a desperate glance in the direction of Solntseva, as if calling her to the witness.
- Of course. You know, and in the ass I do not need to kiss, - Veronica hopefully looked her friend in the eye.
- It doesn't matter either. Will you help me with something? - she smiled awkwardly.
- For you - anything you like, - Veronica flourished in a smile.
The girlfriends in the garden whispered for a long time, the matter once again acquired a cheerful, mischievous character. Solntseva laughed to tears, waiting for a piquant development.
30
It was getting dark. Veronika Alasheeva defiantly took Michael by the arm and pulled her towards the lake. Katya followed her heels, she was told to “take a walk somewhere” and not to be confused under her feet, “when the fluff flies”. So Veronichka described Korchagina’s complicated maneuver.
Staying at the dacha with Solntsev, Nastya immediately began to implement her plans. She rose to the girl's peace, pulled out of the closet outfits, stored up by Katya: tight black dress, stockings. She will not need her panties and bust, she is not going to undress, everything should be spontaneous, although it is quite expected.
Throwing off her shorts, panties and a T-shirt with a bust, Korchagina peered at the reflection in the mirror. Her chiseled figure played with smooth curves, the velvet skin shimmered in the light of the setting sun. Presenting the upcoming, Nastya shuddered involuntarily. A smirk appeared on the concentrated lips, the body instantly covered with pimples. She will be fucked hard and hurt. As she herself wants, not much, not enough. Brown nipples filled with hardness, rebelled under the stretching fabric. The bum barely fit under the bottom edge of the dress, the stockings with openwork black rubber bands were connected to the alluring top. Nastya dived into her sandals with her socks and stepped resolutely towards the door.
Andrei Solntsev was busy in the garden, he suddenly had the idea to assemble a small stove made of bricks. The appearance of Nastya in a sexy outfit caused in him an internal commotion, which he hurried to carefully veil. Shivering in the wind, the Suns broke into a thieving smile. What if the neighbors see, or Korchagin with Veronika and Kate return home ahead of time?
- I asked Veronica to take a walk for a couple of hours around the lake. Katya also knows - Nastya licked her lips, her eyes flashed.
Suns nodded. He watched the smooth movements of the panther without stopping.
“Where did she just get such an outfit?” - marveled ... Read more →