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Andrew lifted a two-liter jar of birch sap with two hands and devastated it in deep sips. In his head there was a fog, the morning orgy flashed before my eyes. Nastya was replaced by Veronika, she got a belt on the ass and ran with the roar of the room.

“Damn it!” He frowned.

And yet he was pleased. The girls, judging by the chirping voices in the garden, made up. Nastya’s father was not against Andrei sleeping with his daughter, much less Veronika. The only thing that was required was not to bring the amorous things to the handle. If Katya had not yet been torn with such zeal to go fishing, his soul would have come to pacification at all, but, oddly enough, cats would scrape the soul.

“How is she there?” Andrei worried about her daughter, sighing heavily.

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Only in the late afternoon he was able to retire with Katya in the garden. Her battered appearance on returning from fishing pointed to the inevitability of evidence, and Andrew immediately went to the point:

- What did you have today on fishing?

Andrew cunning lured Katya to the barn, the girls went swimming in the lake. Mikhail went to the city to stock up. And now they were left alone, Katya skipping over her friends skipping when he suddenly asked her to stay for a couple of minutes, to discuss some issues allegedly related to her studies at the institute.

Katya stood in front of him, her eyelashes fluttering, startled by the sudden onslaught.

“Nothing, fishing,” she mumbled, dropping her eyes.

- Do not lie to me! - Andrei frowned in disgust. “You think I do not know that you almost flew recently?” You want to get pregnant after all, right? - he looked at her with conviction.

“No,” Katya whispered without raising her eyes.

- Did he pester you? - asked Andrei, slightly softening tone.

- Who? - Kate raised her eyes.

- Someone who! Grandfather Pihto! Mikhail touched you? - Andrei gritted his teeth, squinting.

“We didn’t have anything,” Katya was frightened and snuffled hard in the nose.

Andrei grunted, grinned.

- Why? - he scornfully assessed the appearance of the innocent swell that she had been pretending to be.

Katya was silent.

“Okay, Kate, don't be afraid,” Andrei chewed his lips, thinking. - What was, then no longer return. Promise me just that. Do you hear me? - he waited until the daughter looked up and nodded. - Do not sleep with anyone, like Veronica. This is very bad. Find yourself a boy and go about your business with him, and you shouldn’t sleep with everyone. You know where it goes.

“I don’t sleep,” the daughter pouted like a mouse on the rump.

- Yes, I do not blame you, Katyusha. You must understand, I want you better. Well, with Uncle Misha, for example. He is already an old man for you. You're entertainment for him, temporary fun. He is for you too. You will pamper and run away. I'm not against. But so that without consequences. Do you understand?

Katya nodded, hot blood thickly rushed to her face.

- Do you also indulge with Nastya? - burst out of her.

Andrew froze in surprise. His gaze focused on his daughter's face, painfully resembling the expression of pouting lips and offended intonation at his mother.

“All in mother!” - an angry thought flashed, and he immediately had to suppress the attack of burning rage.

“It happened by chance,” he clenched his jaw.

Kate stood in front of him, turning her head to the side, obviously thinking of him with condemnation. Explaining something to her did not make sense, and who is she to report to her? She herself lies and does not blush.

“Okay, go to the lake already,” he said with undisguised impotence.

And she rode along the track between the bushes, like a bunny, only her ass flashed. A minute later, her fidgety figure disappeared into the meadow around the bend.

Andrei was pondering about pleading his daughter to guilt.

“So all this is true,” he thought, gritting his teeth. “It is not known yet who of these three is walking the most”, - he again sighed heavily, taking a desolate dacha with a depressed look.

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Late in the evening, Mikhail Korchagin, waiting for the Sun to go to sleep, went outside. In the pitch darkness, only a lantern glowed near the bath - a conventional sign that everything was on ointment. Misha, sneaking a walk, went to the cherished goal. There Veronica was already waiting for him.

- Well, how are you here, young lady, miss? - he closed the door tightly behind him, at the same time looking at the girl’s sexy outfit, which was specially dressed for him.

- Why so long? - Veronichka unscrewed the lower sponge, lifted from the mattress.

She was lying on her side in a silk nightie and stockings. The place where the gum converged with the lower edge of the negligee, was revealed by the absence of panties, Veronica's all shaved pussy opened with pink flesh of the inner lips. Misha immediately felt the movement of a member in shorts.

“A long-time fairy-tale is having an effect, but it’s not a long time being done,” he approached, his lumpy groin almost stuck to the contented face of the mischievous.

She giggled, pulling off his pants with shorts. Cock jumped free from pressure.

- And I have things to do today, - Veronica sang. Her lips stretched into a kiss, walked on the head, froze on the hole in the urinary canal. The tip of the tongue fell out and rested on the slit, played, trying to penetrate into it. With her left hand, the girl held the penis at the base, tightened her skin, creating an additional obstacle to the outflow of blood.

- Then let's not hurry, - Misha with two palms clasped Veronica's head and planted her greedy mouth on the penis. She began to blink in time with his trembling in her thighs, she hummed cheerfully, clutching the stem and the eggs with both hands.

- And come on in the ass? She gasped out as he tore her off for a second so she could catch her breath. Wiping her lips, she threw drunken brilliant glances at Misha. Her lips turned out from a hard blowjob, her cheeks flushed.

Misha grunted, blurring in the smile of the cave savage:

- A priest will not crack? - he patted this miracle on the cheek.

Veronica fished out of the pocket of the shorts that were lying there, the tube, she handed to Mikhail.

“Vaseline,” he read. - Well, you can try. Only you say if it hurts, - he looked doubtfully at the fragile figure below him.

“Good,” the minx responded in a whisper. - Do not rush, and everything will turn out.

He raised his brow in surprise, but the little girl did not notice this movement. She was all passionate about what was coming. Putting a pillow under her stomach, Alasheeva lay down on the mattress, dispersed with her knees to the sides, exposing her lean ass on display. In the dim light of a yellow light bulb, the bundle of its anus with virgin binding marked the point of penetration. It was a narrow place at the base of the buttocks, a shallow crater just under the tailbone. Just below the half-opened vaginal sponges, a white tampon filament stretched along the pillow. Veronica was bleeding, although this was not visually observed. Misha patted the tender knickers of the buttocks with love, stretched them to the sides and again brought them down to a narrow gap. Squeezing out the full crater of Vaseline, he gave Veronika time to calm down and recover. She fidgeted, giggling. Smooth charge of white, sticky and sticky, like fat, substances lay down in a circle. He began to shove ointment clots into his anus with neat middle strokes. Finally, the sphincter smacked around his finger, munching, the phalanx easily flew to the end. The girl beneath him melted, squirmed, reporting pleasure with rumbling and stifled moans. She still giggled, ass moved towards. Her tailbone now and then ran into Michael's thumb. He smoothed his sword-tail, feeling like greasy vaseline walking on the hot sphincter of Veronica, her butt turned into a solid messivo.

- We will wear a rubber band? - He asked for the proforma.

- What for? - Veronica, twisting her head, threw him a mischievous look.

- Hmm, - Misha stretched out in a contented smile. - Nevermind.

He threw his left foot on the bench, found a comfortable position. His chest almost fell to the head of Veronica, with his cheek he found the kiss of a girl.

- Not afraid? - He asked, putting a member to the anus.

“Nah,” she whispered, pulling ...