Kohl, have we talked about this with you, and DD probably won't mind? Kohl grinned, nodded, and in my questioning glance once more reassuringly nodded his head, they say, do not worry, everything is fine, no ahtunga is planned.

Pause before the game. We went into the shower, steamed, cooled in the pool. Gathered at the table, poured, drank, ate, repeated. Fuck, how did this “Vladimirsky Central” zaebal, for the third time in a row Julia is already singing it, let's move to this game as soon as possible.

The dark bedroom with a double bed was really the entourage for it. And the essence was the following, and we realized it to the best of our acting abilities (although I didn’t understand what the special thrill of this rolevka was). He came to his wife (Julia) lover (s), and fucks her on the marital bed. In the standard missionary position. She then passionately hugs me, kisses, podmahivaet, then anxiously (within the framework of this role) worries, oh, something in my heart is anxious, oh, and suddenly my husband (Kolya) suddenly comes home, oh, I didn’t connect with you well what will be now. And I don’t know (they didn’t disclose the whole role to me) what to say. Whether to console, they say, do not worry, blow over, or be brave, they say, nakostylyayu your husband's neck, will not be happy that caught, or panic and ask, and where is the window or closet, run away or hide when it comes your faithful What will she like and not get high? FIG knows. Silently fucking, and waiting, what will happen next?

Fuck-bang, the door to the bedroom swings open with a kick, Nicholas's figure illuminated from behind appears with a bright light, Julia squeals very naturally, shoves me off, sits on the bed, presses her hands to her chest and babbles something like: dear, you are so early today, I didn’t wait, wait, I'll explain everything to you now. ” Arms crossed, Nikolai stands silently and smiles sadly. Either the role is this, or the word is forgotten, or it actually fell into the pillows, “has managed to ... for some sins?”.

Next - according to the scenario of a million porn movies. The wife runs up to her husband, kneels, hugs the legs, sucks forgiveness, puts him on the bed, sits on him, gallops in amazon. The lover, of course, doesn’t miss her right there, gives it to her mouth, she picks up and sucks, falling into a trance from simultaneous fucking in her mouth and pussy.

I notice that Nikolai, so silent before, is beginning to moan, cuddles his booty, and pats his wife's ass, sides, and breasts. Observed this, apparently, and Julia. She sits down more actively, and brings her husband to orgasm. Soon I’m finishing, Yulia, in the mouth, holding the back of her head with one hand, letting her fist in her swirling red hair, with the other - the member at the base, compensating for the unrealized “wait-and-go” with your own movements.

Kolya stirred under Julia, whispered to me:
- You are everything? It is time?
“Yes,” I replied. - Fifteen minutes left, no more.
- As everybody? - suddenly outraged Julia. - Why are you finished so early, eh? - She hit her husband on the shoulder, slapped me on the pope, and, moreover, hard, not joking. - I want more. And I want to drink. And sing.
- Extend? - I asked.
Nikolai frowned and shook his head sharply.
- No, honey, enough, it's time for us to go home, - he turned to his wife. - You drank so much, it will be bad at night.
“Nothing,” murmured Julia, drunk, forced to agree that the banquet would not continue, “but from the heart!” Yes DD? Tell me, tell me! True, from the heart?
- From the heart, Julia! - I confirmed. - I was very pleased, thank you!

Looking at the clock, getting dressed, putting ourselves in order, Julia finally, stammering and stumbling, sings her favorite song on karaoke, while Kolya squatting at her feet kolya straps on sandals. I shake hands with him, thank you, he smiles in embarrassment, they say, I'm sorry, you see what it is like to live with such a broad soul of a woman.I say goodbye to Julia, she casually nods, firmly grasping the microphone with both hands, so that suddenly they don’t take it, so that she can finish her work.

Having lit up, I go to the bus stop, whistling “Vladimirsky Vladimir Central, north wind ...”. Ugh, damn it, will tie ...