looking in the mirror.

Periodically it seemed to me that Aunt Natasha was looking right at me. But this was impossible in view of the fact that the mirror allowed to see what was happening on the other side only in one direction. With frenzy, I poured grease on my medium size, but the organ of genital that was excited to the limit and was getting an incredible thrill of what was happening. Now I see her amazing chest, fleshy, slightly sagging Pyaterochka, in a white bra. Moreover, due to active movements during this dance, one of the nipples slightly protruded. Pink and large. Only half climbed out, but the edge of the sweet areola was enough for me. From this sight, my eyes seemed to have shrouded the veil and I approached my mirror even closer. Saliva began to drip from my mouth.

Natalie, meanwhile, while continuing to slightly dance, took off her blouse, showing me a luxurious tummy and a deep navel. How I would like to grind in this navel with my hot seed. After that, sending a kiss to the side of the mirror, she opened the hot water in the shower. I spent a little time adjusting the temperature. And soon her wet hands stretched behind her back to the cherished bra latch.

My sweet girl released her girlfriends and what I imagined about Natulechkina chest - it was only a child's fantasy in comparison with what I saw. These cans were dangling, like Foucault's two pendulums and the nipples at their ends, pink and huge, urged them to cling to them so strongly that I could not stand it and ran out of the storeroom, intending to break into the bathroom. I stood at the door, hearing the water pouring from the shower. These tits stood in front of my eyes, this coveted Natasha with her mischievous eyes and plump make-up lips, and I slowly began to press the handle, without even thinking that it could be closed. Fortunately, I restrained myself, otherwise I won’t attach myself what terrible and shameful consequences would have happened. Returning to the pantry, I realized what mistake I had made.

And I made this mistake not on that day, but several months ago, when I bought a good, high-quality curtain with a stylized periodic table. The trouble was that Natasha had time, while I was standing at the door, completely undress - that is, take off her panties and get into the shower, closing with an opaque curtain. Behind this curtain I could see nothing at all and only heard the voice of my beauty singing something. The idea of ​​breaking into the bathroom and pretending to be a fool who came in there by chance began to visit my head again.

I knew that Natusya, when she was washed, would come out of the shower in any case, and I could again see her amazing body. However, I was so impatient, I was so wound up that I thought up to lure her out of there with cunning. Namely - I left the pantry, pulled out a dumbbell from under the cabinet, went back to the pantry and, after placing a thick plaid folded in several layers, dropped a heavy dumbbell on the floor. Naturally, the crash was ogogo. Even the sound of water did not help, and to my joy and sweetness - the water stopped and the curtain soon opened completely.

These beautiful slightly tanned elastic hips, which seem to be about to burst from the pressure from the inside, easy unshaven intimate area and well-visible labia. Natasha's face is very concentrated, and for some reason, her hand reflexively covered her powerful boobs. She called me by name.

- Something happened? All is well?

Naturally, I did not answer, continuing to admire naked Natalia and masturbate my well-oiled penis. The tip came out of the shower, walked to the door.

- Is everything all right there? - the voice sounded worried. - As if something fell or exploded ... Do you hear me?

I just enjoyed it.She bent down, standing next to the door, and Sisi hung like two watermelons in a string bag. These toes, this mane of red hair. How good she was and I, as in a dream, began to crawl down the side of the closet, when the sperm shot me straight into the mirror. Aunt Natasha tried to reach me for quite a long time, and I was simply without feelings. It seemed that all the liquid would come out of me.

When I woke up, she was washing behind the curtain again. How I was ashamed of everything that happened and how rotten my heart is and it's hard to say. The phenomenon is temporary, but at that moment I wanted to quickly leave the storeroom, not even washing the seed from the mirror. While she was washing, I made a bed for her, found the lost TV remote, and made herbal tea.

It was a surprise for me that Nata, as if completely embarrassed me, came out of the bathroom in the same underwear - that is, in her black panties and white bra that barely coped with the task of supporting a heavy bust.

“Oh, I thought you were already asleep,” she said, giggling. - Well, what you did not see there, right?
That's for sure, I thought, and my gaucho began to play again in his underpants. Rolling buns, Aunt Natasha walked into the room and, thanking me for the bed, thumped into her, not even paying attention to a cup of tea.
- Turn off the lights? She asked. I, of course, turned off, feeling at that moment some unusual closeness with her. As if I was her husband, and we lived for many years in perfect harmony. I wish I had a wife like that, but who would give it to me. I so wanted to deal with her intercourse at that moment and there was a feeling that she would not refuse. Although, probably, I knowingly restrain myself.

In the morning she left and the next time we met with her only after three months. But that's another story.