Irka looked with curiosity as Margarita Petrovna, this is Max’s mom, milked the cow, even tried it herself and that was okay, it worked. Studying the courtyard and shed, she found an amazing place, this is the hayloft, he was just above the barn, there was always a pig grumbling, and in the evening a cow mooed. Under the roof of the barn, swallows made their nests;

She liked the hayloft the most. The wooden stairs had to climb the crossbar, and from there jumping over the ledge just get to the hayloft. Now there is not much hay left there, so Irka, if anything, immediately went there, spread out a blanket and went to read her favorite books about adventure and love. So once they lost her, they were looking for her, but she read out and did not hear her name.

The guys went about their business. Maxim is all around the house and the garden, helping his mother, and the guys went into the woods for mushrooms, but there were mosquitoes and, therefore, once thrusting into him, Irka did not want to.

The day was hot, everyone was sweating, they were itching from dust and sweat, so the guys flooded the bath. In such a heat and a bath, Irka did not understand why, but when everyone went and it was no longer so hot she took the risk of washing herself and did not regret it.

“How was born again,” she happily entered the house with a large towel on her head.

“I told you, I’d listen to me,” Max exclaimed happily.

- What is this? - Irka was surprised and looked at some muddy liquid in the bank, sniffed and grimaced, - bjaka, - she issued her conclusion.

“This is the purest moonshine,” Max said affirmatively and looked at his glass.

“In the village without moonshine, neither,” Leshka spread his hands, “sit down with us,” he suggested.

“No boys without me, I won't,” she turned out.

Once in her life she drank a moonshine breeze, it tasted nothing, though strong, but she drank, but she didn’t remember what happened after that, just chopped off.

“Well, sit on Irka dreams,” Victor pleaded.

“Ah,” she looked at the guys, funny and contented, “okay, I'll change my clothes and go down.”

- Can I help you? - Victor said cheerfully.

“I will do without outside help, and boys,” as she climbed the stairs to the second floor, she turned and asked, “Do not lean too much, what will I do with you later?”

- Yes, we are so ...

She did not hear out, rose to her. The veranda was open and there was a cool breeze. The heat subsided and it became easy to breathe. I rummaged through things and took out a long thin sweater. She liked to wear it in the winter, he was not her, but Leshkin, so a little bit too big. The neckline is wide and open, long sleeves, which constantly had to be pushed upwards, and in length it reached her almost to her knees. Throwing on a naked body, she sighed with relief. The mood was wonderful and why she did not want to go to the village.

I went down. The guys were talking about something, again about work, what a furious thought Irina thought and sat down to have a bite. Leshka poured her some moonshine.

“I don't want to drink it,” she was indignant, sniffed, pinched her eyes, “how you drink it, and the tip of the tongue touched the scorching water,” fu bjaka.

- C'mon not so much he's scary, but after bathing, ooh as he takes off ...

- What is shooting? - immediately asked Irka Max.

- The body soars straight, melts, and you ...

“Yeah, soar up to the heavens,” she finished for him.

- How do you know? - immediately clarified Leshka.

“Isn't he really scary?” - just in case Irka asked, for some reason she wanted to just take a sip, try what it is like rural moonshine, because she is on vacation and in the village, can afford it and relax.

“You can dilute, well, better not,” Max explained, and neatly poured into a small coffee cup, a little more than a teaspoon, she even shrank that so little, he said, underestimated her, but said nothing.

Irka sniffed again. And indeed the smell is normal, though it gives off alcohol and berries. Carefully sipped, the guys froze in anticipation of a squeak on her part. But Irka, having gathered courage, exhaled sharply, and mentally crossed her fingers overturned the contents into her mouth. Hellfire, otherwise you will not name. Tears immediately splashed from her eyes, and Irka, coughing, gagging her mouth, jumped up and down.

“Ugh, how disgusting ...” she moaned, “how do you drink it?”

Wiping her wet eyes with her hands, she looked with horror at the cheering guys, and they happily hooted greet her in their ranks.

- Still? - plucked up the impudence and asked Max.

“Neeee-t ...” Irka moaned, “what will you do with a drunk woman?”

She sat down and put on a salad. His mouth was still burning. Grimacing, she watched as the boys poured some more and drank this hellish fluid. Well, let them have fun, she knew that they were not drinking, so for the sake of the mood and nothing more, and yet they drink it.

“And I am without panties,” she hugged Leshka, she whispered in his ear, he smiled and smacked her on the cheek.

- You are not hot? - he asked.

- Why? Want to shoot? She asked him playfully and squinted.

“Er ... probably not worth it,” he replied, squinting at the guys.

“That's the same thing,” she said, hugging him from the back and smacking her cheek one more time.

The guys again started their conversation about work. Who should owe what and what, how the video was not accepted and boring things began to be said. They all forgot that they were not alone. Irka sat with them a little more. The mood was calm, so smooth and a little fun. She relaxed from the hustle and bustle of the house, it was not necessary to feed her son, run after him and watch that something would not have done. Irka could do what you want, what freedom, who would know. She stood up, stretched out on tiptoe and stretched her arms in different directions, tilted her head back slightly, and smiled to herself.

“Irka, you are beautiful,” Max said, admiring her slender legs.

“I know,” she answered him tenderly.

“I love you,” Victor said immediately.

“Don't bother a married lady,” she corrected him.

“I love all the same,” Victor said again.

She came up behind him, hugged and smacked on the cheek.

“I love you too,” she said so that everyone could hear.

“Uh ... and I ..." Max was indignant.

“And I love you,” so as not to offend Irka, she approached him and smacked him on the cheek, and then returned to her husband and hugged and kissed her lips. - Okay, boys coo, go breathe some fresh air, only so much, do not kick.

“I'm with you,” said Victor, and immediately got up.

“And I,” Max said.

- Eh ... - Leshka reached for his glass and drank moonshine as water, Irka was surprised, - so you see I would be left without my wife.

“You won't stay,” she reassured him, “don't dream,” she added, and went down the corridor.

It was fresh outside, a breeze was blowing and it was easy to breathe. Thunder rumbled somewhere far away, the sky was occasionally lit by flashes of lightning, soon a thunderstorm. Max ran away on business. Victor walked alongside and somehow trudged along too shyly. Irka approached him, took his hand and squeezed her hand, saying thus, I'm with you, do not be afraid of the boy.

“Go,” she said softly, and pulled him aside.

As soon as they had disappeared into the shadow of the barn, she immediately stretched out on tiptoe and stretched her lips towards him for a kiss. Victor did not force himself to wait, he immediately embraced her fragile body, pressed to himself, bent down and passionately pressed to his lips.

It's magical, fabulous. The languor that was in the chest immediately melted and Irka, throwing off her little prejudices, allowed the man to kiss herself. He did it slowly, felt his touch, as his lips touch her lips. My heart stopped for a minute.

- You do not get carried away, - suddenly they heard the voice of Max.

Irka immediately recoiled from Victor, as if she was caught behind something indecent and her head bent a little shyly, straightened her distorted ... Read more →