- Pa go ... Vera dragged me to her room. She closed the door behind us, sat down at the computer, moved the mouse, forcing the monitor to wake up. I came closer, peering at the screen. After clicking on the folder, the icons are located inside, in several even rows there are icons, it seems from the video and it looks like adult content. I breathed nervously, looking at my daughter with displeasure.

- Yes, wait a minute, you swear.

She clicked on one called “Jenna J Ross is very deep.”

- Believe me to work need ...

- Here look. After waiting for the beginning, my daughter excitedly asks me to pay attention to the screen. And she does it. In the video, the girl smiles into the camera, the frame changes, and already an incredible penis creeps out of her mouth. I have told a lot in my life, but this is true, something with something.

- Kick yes?

- Yeah ... Not ceasing to be surprised by the new staff, I replied. But I'm not going to watch porn with my daughter. “You wanted to show me that I would once again be convinced of your perversity or what?”

She smiled. - Not really. I looked up from the screen, raising my sparkling eyes on me. - I would like to learn also.

I looked at the screen again, Vera also returned to viewing. The girl on the video did not stop choking member.

- And I would like to never work again. - Choose desires according to your capabilities and your head will hurt less.

- Nothing hurts me. She lowered her eyes to the pants of my pants. - I almost succeeded yesterday, if you were not in a hurry.

I stroked her head. - I appreciate your zeal, but grow up first and find yourself a young man of your age. - Do not rush to extremes, you are still ahead.

She turned her back in displeasure to the laptop. - Well, okay..

I went on going to work. He took a wrist watch from the drawer, pulled out a fresh shirt from the closet. Leaving the room into the corridor, I stumbled upon Vera again. She stands in front of a large mirror and turns in different directions, examining herself.

- Oh ... damn!? ... As if from the bright sun I cover my eyes with my hand. - What are you naked?

- Come on, mom is not home.

- This not normal. - Is that a reason to go naked? - I'm at home! She wanted to answer, but I waved my hand to interrupt her. “It doesn't matter, I'm late for work, just let me get dressed.”

Vera sat on a chair, I reached into the closet for a jacket.

- And what do you think, I will not succeed? Throwing her legs, thoughtfully asked her daughter.

- What?

- Well, like the video ... - Swallow yours ..

- Yes, how do I know? He took hold of the door handle, getting ready to go out. - Do you want it?

She nodded vigorously. - Yes! I licked my lips. - I really want to.

- Pfuuu ... madhouse! He pulled the handle, leaving the apartment.

At work the dam, colleagues idiots lost a few estimates for the product, both electronically and in printed form, I had to recount everything again, and the new ones are on the way ... Poskandalov take up the job and spend a good half day after work until I distracts the phone. My daughter writes to me in the cell:

- Hello, I understood how to, they write here that you need to keep your throat straight.

- I'm glad for you.

- You can lie on your back and hang your head out of bed, and you yourself ...

- I have a lot of work, you interfere.

- Well, okay, okay, just answer, try today?

- Not.

- Well, paaaaap ...; (

I do not answer, I put the phone on silent mode. Again message with photo:

- Want Want want...

No, better cut down the phone completely. But it doesn’t help much; still concentrating on work is bad. Thoughts about a throat blowjob, about the video that Vera showed every now and then without asking my permission to attack the brain. But I still have time to complete the amount of work I need for today, I hope without mistakes.

Returning home I have time to get stuck in traffic. Getting a control shot to my tired state, I stop at the grocery store for medicine. Two or three? Two, yes, two, tomorrow again at work.The cashier punches two bottles of beer and squid rings, 270 rubles are charged from the card and I am already in a better mood than before, heading home.

Sitting on the couch, I click the remote control buttons from the TV and immediately hit the target, CSKA-Spartak.

- Ohoho ... Not holding back emotions, I laugh. Raise my head to the ceiling. - Thank. I thank those who look after me from above. What do they work there in shifts? Why the evening such a pruha, and the day of aduha!?

- Will you have dinner? My wife scraped her fingernails against the living room door.

I turn: - Yes, love, you can here, football has just begun.

She smiles. - Good.

I open the bottle, make three greedy sips ... I shake my head with displeasure, evaluating the remnants of the contents of the glass container, hell, I had to take three. I eat a squid and leaning back on the couch carefully watching a white ball rolling on a bright green field, a buzz.

- PAP! A fist beats me in the shoulder, frightened, I pull my hand, throwing a certain amount of beer on my pants.

- Your mother, Vera!

- Hihi ... Having covered a mouth with a hand tries to constrain laughter. - I wanted...

- So ... I interrupt her. - Immediately not. I put the bottle on the tea table in front of me, get up, take my daughter by the shoulders, turn her back to me and push, leading her into the room, gently pushing inside. - Do not dare to get me today.

- But I...

- Veraaaa ... I grab the handle of the door.

- Mmm ... Bends the face in a grimace of sadness.

I slam the door and quickly try to get back on the sofa, breathing delicious food from the kitchen. My wife in the doorway calls me to her.

- Mrrr ... Turning around. - What?

- How much do you impose?

- Yes, enough. I take a plate, grab a fork, a knife for cutting meat. - A whole wife on the cheek. - Thank.

- Haha ... - Let's run, footballer.

I fly over the door leading to my daughter's room, sit down on the sofa. 0—1. - Shit ... Well, fucking in your mouth. I am a man, I do not cry, I believe in the team ... Another 37 minutes of struggle:

- Goooooool ... Vlaaaaaashich in the second half prints the gates of Spartak changing the score to 1-1. Fuck up

Vera, on tiptoe sneaks up on the sofa, sits down on the edge, bending the legs under him. - Our lead?

- No, draw bye. I answer gloomily on the TV.

My daughter saws me with a look, waiting, probably, when I turn to her and ask what she wanted. But she sits silently, not worried, well done, so she may soon begin to obey.

- Well, let's ... I swear at the players. The wife enters. - How long? “My show will start soon.” He sits down next to him, throws his hand on her shoulder, presses him to me. - No soon whistle. Vera climbs to us and also presses against me from the other side, embracing them both with a feeling of complete happiness.

A draw is certainly not a defeat, but it would be better to snatch a victory, because they could, oh, okay. We look at his wife's stupid series, well he is not going so long. Vera falls asleep on my shoulder.

My wife is pushing me with her elbow. - Go, take her to bed.

- Yes, an adult already, she does not reach what?

- Glory, well, you're a father, do not mischief!

- Well, okay ... I answer in a whisper so as not to wake my daughter.

Gently pick it up in my arms, carry it into the room, laying it on the bed. She lays down turning to the side, rolls up into a ball, hugs the blanket. My dear creature, stroking her velvet cheek, what a pretty face and with such bad thoughts in my head, I'm leading through my hair. Well, how did it happen? And now what i can do? But we must admit the enthusiasm of her above the roof, and in a blow job, oh, how important it is, my wife would have so much zeal. Does this bun really want to learn deepthroating? Olya never allowed ...