I saw that a light was burning in a large room, which confirmed my thoughts. If Anya was at home, then she usually did not close the entrance doors from the inside, and therefore I did not get the key and did not ring.

But as soon as I crossed the threshold of the apartment, I disassembled the characteristic sound of the springs and the girlish moans, to which the male sopot mixed.

I immediately understood everything, but instead of gently turning in the direction of the exit, attracted by interest, I very carefully leaned toward Ani's room, the door to which was open.

The lovers settled on the bed so that I could watch them without fear of complying with their review, even if someone had felt outside attention.

Dimka was lying on the bed, and Anya sat on him, spreading her legs as if she were going to sit on a jolt. He grabbed her with both hands on her knees, and sniffled loudly, without taking her eyes off her face.

Probably, they had only recently begun, since Anna still had a bodice on, which she was in no hurry to take off.

Anya stopped swinging on it and changed her position, adopting a standard rider. At the same time, she slightly leaned over, and Dimka, with ecstasy, squeezed her face between her breasts, which caused Anya to defiantly laugh.

- My little woman ... - it came to me

Once again, I felt like a “little girl”. Dimka lost control of himself, and I heard the Ankina's vagina sloshing when Dimkin's member entered into it, and Dima’s own wheezing break. Anka rolled her hips against him, pressing his head against his chest, and he breathed excitedly, unable to free himself.

Has Anka really gotten him and taken possession of him? Did Dimka remember me in the minutes preceding their mating?

And even if I promised myself not to be jealous and not to envy Anina's success, I felt the powerlessness and doom of loneliness rushing at me. It's one hour, and Anka will move to Dima, and I will stay alone in 4 corners in three rooms ...

The mattress springs creaked under the pressure of heated bodies, and I heard a frequent uterine sound, made by Anya:

I peeked into the room: Anya saddled him, but was half lying on him, and he was full of hollowing her, and breathing in her ear with warm confessions:

- My little woman ...

I left the apartment until they had time to finish.

At first I wanted to give them time to come to their senses, go somewhere and relax. But my legs did not hold, and I just sat down on a bench at the entrance.

It was already November, but warming came to the city, and I could wait a bit to return home.

For some reason, the sad November landscape reminded me of my wretched position. Anya still had a spiritual dawn and a bloom of energy; and Dimka was younger with her ... I had a crumbling tree against them, and it was drizzling over it.

For some reason, I felt so sorry for myself that I was ready to howl like that Anka, but not from a rolling orgasm, but from endless longing!

I returned to the apartment when the “youngsters” had already cleaned themselves and their room. You can’t even say that something was happening between them, and I didn’t file a view about what I knew ...

In the evening, Anya told me that Dima was leaving for a few days on a business trip. Almost for a week. I didn’t file it, but I thought: is it true? Suddenly he has someone else, and in such a simple way he just tries to go on a spree. And I also thought that my presence could hamper him ...

Dimka still hid his eyes from me when he met, as if he was trying to hide a secret we both know.

However, I still decided to check the information, and somehow dialed his work phone. But I was really told that Dmitry Alexandrovich would be absent until the end of the next week. I also clarified whether he was on a business trip, and I was answered positively.

It is impossible to say that I immediately believe everything, but I didn’t even think that Dimka had thought of a business trip so as to fool everyone.Probably, I began to develop mania ...

His calls encouraged Anya, and she lived them from communication to communication. We talked for a long time in the evenings, and I heard that Anya confessed that she misses him very much and loves him very much.

It would have been astonishing if I myself had a reason for joy! And Dima did not even bother to convey greetings to Anya through Anya ...

... That late evening I turned off the light, preparing to fall asleep, as I managed to hear a thin moan behind the wall. Not even a groan, but as if sobbing, which alerted me.

I held my breath, listening ...

The sounds were repeated at intervals, the bed creaked a couple of times, and I began to pester with interest.

I very quietly and carefully slipped out of bed and made my way to Anina’s room.

A young beautiful girl was lying on her back, her legs were wide apart and bent at the knees, just as if they were waiting for the male entrance. With one palm she was tugging at herself between her legs, the other stroking her breasts.

Excitement overcame her, and she could not resist him! It is understandable - the body demanded, and it did not succeed in completing the lack of a partner with its own resources.

I heard her groaning and sobbing, and felt like it rolled on me.

Anka masturbated out of necessity, but for me it was quite common for stress relief and relaxation. But watching her, I felt almost sisterly attention and understanding of her feminine essence.

Anya kayfovala alone with herself. I wonder what thoughts and memories she warmed up her mood?

I cautiously returned to the room and quietly lay down.

The bed in Ani's room creaked a few more times, then everything was quiet ...

... We met the morning as never happened, and I, of course, kept silent about what I had witnessed. And Anya changed noticeably: her cheeks were blazing with a healthy blush, her breasts were full of juices of life and female pride.

It would be necessary for me to masturbate more often. At least to let the chest that comes!

... On that day, waiting for the arrival of Dima, Anka was not herself. She joked for no reason, spun around the mirror for a long time, picking up outfits and looking at her watch. I watched her with an unchanging smile on my lips, because I considered her behavior amusing.

“Little woman in love! - I thought. - Dimka correctly noticed it in her! "

Their meeting was stormy and full of emotion. The young ones could not get enough of seeing and looking out at each other, and I obviously was superfluous in their company. Dima clearly hoped to stay on this night at our place, but I was not opposed, to be honest.

Because I saw how Anya wanted it.

I even offered it myself to him, they say, stay, but Anka will not survive a new separation. Anya laughed, looking at her narrowed eyes full of love, and Dimka somehow hesitated, unable to bear my gaze.

In the evening we watched some youth horror, sitting in front of the TV in the big room, and although the film was interesting and we were actively discussing what was happening, as if in the cinema with the lights off, it did not go away from my secret attention that the young people were passionate about each other. Anka was not particularly impressed, and Dima continually attached the handles to her fifth point, then grabbed Anya by the thigh, then tried to touch her chest.

They could not wait to be alone, and Dima clearly hurried the outcome of the emerging events when he announced that he would take a shower.

After 10 minutes he returned, and Anya followed, although the film itself began the climax. We did not communicate with Dima: it was more interesting for me to watch the movie! And what could I say to him? Wish to have a good fuck?

Anya returned, dressed in a nightie, and sat down with Dima, stretching her legs under herself. I literally felt how he wound up, contemplating her knees, and Anya herself exuded a barely catchable scent of female fluids.

The film ended, but a new horror movie was about to begin, and my company said that it would be happy to watch it. I could have stayed, but knowing that the film was over late, I decided to quickly rinse myself ... Leaving the young people to follow ...