I just shrugged my shoulders. I live at 4, and here the floor above is not so difficult to climb. The booth opened and lit the platform with a dim light. We all went together. I just looked at the elevator walls painted with some inscriptions. Veronica pressed the button. The door slammed shut and the elevator moved up. I already started a little.

- Do you have claustrophobia? - so Les looked at me with Veronica.

- Not. - I already smiled at them and shook her head. - Yes, not used to him. Especially as he twitches and stops. So not nice.

- Do you have an elevator in your house?

- No. We have only 5 floors. And I live on 4. And, if there is an opportunity, then walk with your feet. Fitness and warm-up.

Lesya started nodding her head. The elevator twitched and stopped. There was an unpleasant grinding sound and the elevator opened. Familiar playground. I remembered getting up and worrying. Shivering passed through the body. Memories of pleasant warmth spread through the body and concentrated around the pussy. It seemed to me that I even turned red. The girl quickly ran and opened the door with her key. Bright light and from their apartment burst onto the landing. He was so attracted to himself, as if the memories of those who were going to a bright light, but then returned them back. And I was going, but no one could return me back.

We entered the apartment. The metal door closed behind us. I could hear the noise of the TV. The girl quickly undressed and ran into the room. I examined the familiar interior during these months, nothing has changed here. Cozy, well-groomed two-room apartment, the same pictures, the same furniture. I started to undress. I hung up my jacket and purse, took off my boots.

- Honey, I came back! You never guess who is with me. - Lesya shouted and also undressed. - Give you slippers?

I shook my head. She looked at herself at the mirror hanging on the wall. I was slightly flushed, as if from a frost, something hung under my nose. I quickly wiped it all off with my hand. The door from the large room opened. A smiling Max was standing in the doorway in sports pants in dark blue and a white t-shirt with a lion. He looks about 40 years old. Dense build with a small tummy bulging from under a T-shirt, with short dark hair. Seeing me, he immediately smiled.

- Ilona! - he cried out in surprise, and put his hand on the door. - Hello! Lesya, and you never said that you would invite Ilonka. Small at home.

- Yes, I met her on the street. Here to us for dinner called. You would have cooked something and not watched TV. - Lesia talked cheerfully, switching her eyes between us.

- Good evening. - I greeted quietly and stood in the corridor.

- We often remembered about you. They wanted to call us on holidays. Have you gone somewhere? - Max addressed me cheerfully, a little bit dispelled my uncertainty. - And you still prettier. So appetizing has become.

- Oh thank you. - I already somehow lowered my eyes and reddened his unexpected complement a little. - Yes, I went to Poland, and there is a session, holidays. I often remembered about you too.

A slight tremor went through the body. It seemed to me that a little was even hot. A wave of excitement passed through my body. Although I tried to drive away these thoughts from myself, the body still reacted in its own way. Papillae slightly rested against bodice cups.

- Mama! I want to eat. - the girl looked out of the room and looked at us with her cute eyes.

- Yes, baby. A little patience. Go play at home now I'll cook. That would not watch your dad TV, and cooked us dinner. - displeased looked at Max Les. - Ilon, let's go to the kitchen and help me with dinner. And then we'll all be hungry.

- Good. I will be happy to help. - I agreed and it was already moved to the kitchen.

- Maybe it's better to sit with me at the TV. She is a guest, and you immediately go to the kitchen and work.- Mack lured me to himself in this way and looked at his wife with disgust. - I would give the girl a rest and change clothes.

- Yes, I am happy to help me is not difficult. - I myself wanted to eat faster, but I really didn’t want to say something like that, I’m not small.

- Yes, right. We'll talk about her about women talk. There is still the rest. Lay Veronica today a little earlier. Let's go. - Les waved my hand and moved into the kitchen.

I just smiled and went after her. Max looked at us until we disappeared behind the kitchen door, he went back to the TV. We started messing around with dinner. There was not much time. We decided to just boil the potatoes, fry the finished cutlets and make a salad with cabbage, sausage and mayonnaise. I began to peel potatoes, and Lesya took up cabbage. I looked at her, she at me. I noticed that she was ready to caress me, but was holding back. I remembered how not long ago I ate naked at this table, and there were toys in the holes. Shivering passed through the body. I took a deep breath, the pussy pleasantly responded to such memories. I just looked in the direction of Lesia, who continued to chop up the cabbage. Her slim figure has not yet betrayed her age, an appetizing ass, pulled up by her pants and beckoned. We chatted about food and what can be cooked relatively quickly.

I cut another potato and threw them into a pot of water. It is good that the potatoes got big and cleaned quickly. Lesya started cutting sausages. Smell spread across the kitchen. I so wanted to eat. I already frowned a little. Yes, it would be better to make the salad itself, but you can’t bite a raw potato, and there you can throw the cabbage in your mouth and the sausage.

- Oh. Enough to peel potatoes. - Lesya stopped me and looked at the almost full pot. - You are not sorry in the dorm. Now, too, hungry guys wandering around looking for something to chew on?

- Yeah. - I giggled and put the knife in the sink. - And now they are also climbing, they see someone cooking something and try to ask for a visit. Especially nothing has changed.

- Come on. I’m on my own. And you go to the bathroom, wash your hands, well, you can take a shower. You already know where that lies. My robe on a hanger. - Lesya offered me and looked at her so lustfully. - And how can I manage and join.

- Good. Or maybe something else to help me. - I clarified almost at the door.

- Yes, I can deal with cutlets myself. While the potatoes are cooked, I'll do everything. Run. - Lesia came up and playfully slapped me on the pope.

I just giggled. I wanted to slap her back, but my hands were dirty. Lesya opened the kitchen door for me and I went to the bathroom. Elbow pressed the handle and opened the door. Turn on the light. Here, too, nothing has changed. On a hanger hung a short burgundy dressing gown familiar to me. Is it now all happen again. I shuddered again. Well at least now I don’t worry so much as I did then. I unscrewed the water and started washing my hands. The water washed away the dirt from me and twisted beautifully. I took the soap and rubbed my hand in my hand. Take me a shower or not take, I somehow did not dare. I turned off the tap and squeezed the water from my hands. Water droplets flew and began to slowly roll on the tile with something resembling tears.

- Can I wash you? - I heard the quiet voice of Max, already startled by surprise and turned in his direction.

He admired me so much. A wave of excitement passed through the body. He entered the room. Closed the door. I stood in a half turn and looked at him. He pulled off his shirt and tried to hang it on the hook. So his tummy stood out even more. He took another step and was behind me. His hands lay on my shoulders, began to massage them slightly. Strong fingers flexed the muscles pleasantly. I turned and looked at my content reflection in the mirror.

- Can anyone come in or a daughter? - I finally responded to his question.

- Do not be afraid. Veronica cartoons for another hour will look exactly. You will not shout. We will try to quietly. - his one hand moved to his chest and gently stroked it, I already slightly arched and a slight moan of pleasure broke from mine ... Read more →