For the plot, I went to the bath.

Here you could wash only the steam after Anya visited here!

I quickly took a shower and was ready to go out, when suddenly a thought came to me. What if you play them? I left the shower on, which was to divert their attention.

I gently stepped out of the bathroom, and held my breath.

I heard the noise of fussing in the hall and Ani's excited breath along with Dima’s indignant voice.

- Anya, well, why are you so? Wait a minute ... You have a room!

She did not answer, but only laughed.

- Anya, you are some kind of uncontrollable ... Well, we’ll sleep ... blah ... Svetka will come now!

- Do not come, you hear, the water flows ...

I just stuck my head out.

Anya threw him on the sofa, on his back, and she herself almost perched on Dima from above. He could not fight her, and succumbed to her pressure. I saw how Anya inserted into his tight trunk.

- What are you sexy ... - Dimka whispered. - If only Sveta did not enter ...

- I have time...

She firmly populated him, starting to sway, and this time I could not stand it.

I flew into the hall, and even Anya did not immediately understand how the situation had changed. And when her eyes were surprisingly rounded and her mouth opened in search of words of excuses, I already jumped over the head of the bewildered Dimka and settled on top of her.

I sat on his face and squeezed my legs tightly, so that his head was as if in a vice. He twitched his whole body, but to brush me aside he would not have the strength, while Anya sat on his hips.

- Got you ?! - I flashed predatory eyes. - Go on, small, and you ... - I turned to Dima, looking at myself: - Come on, too, do not take time off!

I still didn’t know how to appreciate my trick Anya, but she suddenly began to snicker, and let the pelvis and thighs gallop, inflating on the helpless Dimka.

I quickly understood the reason for her mood: now she did not have to hide and restrain herself and her impulses. Youth and desire took their toll, and Ani's eyes brightened when she looked at me with gratitude.

Dimka puffed under me, trying to free his face and breathe, but I pressed my face even tighter, and this seemed to make him work harder. He started up his hips and cock towards Anya, penetrating her deeper, while his tongue and lips began to lick me between my legs. Perhaps not the way Anya used to be, but this form of Cooney was fine with me.

And I decided to give him a breath, and slightly rose.

Dima's face was flushed, his eyes were watering, and he barely breathed in the clean air, as I once again settled on him. The last thing he saw was my butt, whom I loved to watch so much during mating!

I turned my face to Anya and winked at her, they say, everything is fine, my friend.

Happy Anka herself reached out to me with her hands, and enclosed my head in them.

I never even thought that I could kiss a girl, and Ani's reaction caused ambiguous feelings in me. On the one hand, I still thought it was not normal. But Anya lived free experiments of youth. And I gave it to her.

I can not say that I liked it, or I felt something special. Quite the contrary, and I even tried to pull her away from me, but Anka sucked into my lips with such a leech that I could not cope with her!

Perhaps, from the outside, we seemed like a couple of experienced lesbians with experience, but this was not the case. At some point, I just realized that I couldn’t pull Anya away from myself, and played up to her with a return kiss on the lips, and then she loosened the grip of my head and soon let me go.

But in front of me I saw sparkling eyes and an open smile of a young girl who was supposed to be a happy young mother and loving wife, and the fact that I now allowed her not to hold back my desires was a great gift for her, and her kiss was a thank-you to me!

I smiled at her, and again stretched myself to her lips: not because I wanted to, and then to show my unity with her.

Anka continued to jump high on the penis of her man, while I tightly covered my “lover” and ass with the face of my lover.

Dimka snuffled beneath me, several times trying to break out to breathe, and at one of those moments I turned to him, looking from top to bottom.

Well, he had a muzzle! Red, tense ... And in the eyes of passion and silent prayer: he was not pleased to make love in such conditions. But I took apart the laughter, and I again settled on him, covering his face.

I involuntarily remembered how he was licking Anya when I first watched them, so now let him do it for another woman, whom I also called beloved.

Dimka clutched at me with his palms in the ass, trying not to pull her away from her face, or to throw me off me, and by surprise, I grabbed Anyuku by the trembling breasts, squeezing them before whitening.

Her body arched from the pain, and in her eyes reflected fear and anxiety — she was ready to scream from an unpleasant sensation — but she screamed at the sensation that overwhelmed her, which was close to orgasm. She somehow improperly laughed loudly, her voice kept breaking to a scream, and her eyes rolled in such a way that I unwittingly let go of her breasts and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her little one as if she wanted to bring her back to her senses.

I was really scared for her condition, not appreciating it, as an orgasm in such its manifestation.

Anya fell on the bed, still breathing deeply and excitedly.

I caught a glimpse of Dima's dick still whipped, gleaming with Ani's grease.

I brushed away the face from Dimkina and bent over Anya.

A few thoughts flew through my head, each of which was worse than the previous one. I really thought that it was time for Anna to call an ambulance: she was breathing, as if she were an asthmatic, and that her look ...

But I did not even have time to slap her cheeks, as Anka saw her sight, looking at Dima.

- What are you waiting for? - it was the voice of an adult woman, not a student intern. - Light is also necessary ...

I did not have time to really understand what Anya meant, and Dima's reaction was unexpected. He so succumbed to his little one, that involuntarily I wondered: who was the oldest in their relationship?

I managed to set aside the ass, taking a pose, and Dimka, quickly entered me, actively earning a pelvis.

At that moment I did not even think that Dima literally had just made love with Anya, and his member was still in her lubricant. Now it was mixed with my moisture ...

Anya was lying on her back, looking into my eyes, and I could not take my eyes off her.

Two conflicting thoughts were spinning in my head: why does Anya give her man so easily to me? But, God, my dear Annie, how are you right, that allowed me to do it !!!

Dimka was pushing, he was shaking, his legs were barely holding, but his hands were firmly clinging to my shoulder and left side.

I felt that he would finish, but she herself was already flowing under his pressure ...

Anya did not take her eyes off me, stroking my head ...

I took a small step before, while Dimka pressed my pelvis to himself, and at that moment, when his moisture flowed along my legs, I leaned on Anya, and our lips merged again in a thank-you kiss.

Dimka pushed me away, Anya pressed my head to her chest, and I felt like she was smiling ...

... The most interesting thing is that in the morning neither I nor Anya felt either guilt or understatement about the events of the evening. We even became somehow spiritually closer ...

But Dima did not dare to meet my gaze, and Anya was somehow kindly polite, and not confidently restrained. Ha, still! We used it as we wanted!

But I couldn’t get away from me and that moment, when Dimka whispered in my ear: “Light, beloved ...”, but so that this confession could not be heard to Anya, I drowned him out with a moan.

But after all recognition was? It was, Dima, it was ...

... Sometimes it becomes scary and empty for me to think that sooner or later Dima will make his choice. Between us...

I do not love him, but I see that he cannot forget me in any way and is trying to do everything for me, his beloved woman, that he is capable of. At least in terms of sex ...

But his love is enough for Anya, a copy of myself in my younger years. He calls her his little woman, and from these words Anka melts and blossoms.She is very attached to him, loves him very much and believes him.

And sex under her supervision from the other? Well, an experiment, as she once told. Let it be under her control and with the one whom Anya herself very much trusts ... Logic, however!

Or maybe Anya herself will make the choice. After all, sooner or later she wants to have Dima alone.

But for now ... For now, she allows me to use my man as a lover, and watching us is not jealous.

Or I, without hiding, watch how she makes love with a loved one, and I myself start from the passion that covers Anya at that moment.

Or maybe ... Maybe it’s time to decide what to do and how to live on? To pull the current moment, deceiving Anya, Mitka, and myself (what really ...) or move on, look for your prince and joy in life?

Who will tell? ..