Vika took the bread, quickly threw any food on him, bit off and began to chew quickly. Then she took another bite and just swallowed it as quickly — swallowed deliciously — she said softly.

- Let's drink and continue the meal - I grinned, lifting the pile. They also took a shot with vodka.

“Good evening, I hope,” I grinned, clinking my cups on my pile, and immediately drank and inhaled the air, feeling the vodka run, burning, making my way into the stomach. Without haste, I made a sandwich for myself and slowly began to eat it, thinking what to do next.

Pasha and Vika were eating for both cheeks.

“Make her tea and yourself,” I reminded Pasha.

“Yep, now,” he nodded. I got up, took out two cups from the locker, found a pack of tea bags, brewed tea in mugs and brought them to the table.

- Semyonitch, and you? - He looked at me.

- I already drank coffee - I shook my head - pour more vodka -

- to everyone? - Pasha looked at me.

- Of course everyone - I nodded.

Pasha poured, I picked up the pile and looked at Vika - animeshka, how old are you? -

- Eighteen, why? - chewing, she asked.

- Nothing, all is well. And then there wasn’t enough for me too, the little ones - I grinned.

- No, Semyonitch, you can kiss her everywhere you can - Pasha laughed.

Vika banged her palm on Pashkin's knee, looking at him expressively.

- Everything, everything, I am silent - he laughed.

- Here and be silent, damn it - Vick said with hysteria and looked at me.

- Do I have to wait for you? - I asked meaningfully, holding the pile in my hand.

They took a stack, I again clinked glasses with them with my pile - Now take one more, then decide what and how. Well we will - I said and drank. They also drank, we began to have a snack. I got out of the fridge all sorts of products, put them on the table.

- Plow, chop. Bread where, too, probably remember - I looked at Pasha.

- Yeah - he nodded and darted to the bollard, took out the bread - Vic, that you are sitting, you have a knife, cut it, come on - he turned to his girlfriend. She also jumped up. Her face turned a little pink, probably from drunk and heat. It was at least late in the evening, but the heat did not subside. I opened the window wide and went into the room, doing the same there with the window. Getting a little through and seemed to be getting cooler.

While they were slicing, I poured vodka for everyone. Vika put the sliced ​​on the table, and Pasha removed what was left in place.

- Well, let's go one by one and do not go to school - I laughed, lifting my pile. They also took the piles, when we sat down - We will - I said shortly and clinked drunk with everyone. They also drank and began to bite.

- Well, ate? - I looked at them when they finished their tea and did not chew anything.

- Yeah, thank you - Vika nodded - everything was so delicious. Doshiraki and Rolton are already there - she showed, fingering her throat.

- Then we cleaned and went to pack - I said, rising.

- Thank you, Semyonych - quietly thanked Pasha.

“Please,” I grinned.

Pasha removed everything himself, Vika washed the dishes and wiped the table. I checked everything and went into the room, took out an air mattress and a pump to it.

- Do not forget how to do it? - I stretched to Pasha, who had entered the room with a mattress and a pump.

“No,” he grinned. He pulled the mattress out of the package, turned on the pump and pumped up the mattress, spreading it around the cabinet. I gave Vika a bed and one pillow. I simply had no third pillow.

Vika put a mattress on a sheet, put a duvet cover on top, put a pillowcase on the pillow, unwrapped the pillow and put the second pillowcase on it - so as not to lie - she quietly explained to no one.

Then I went to the bathroom, leaving them alone.

- Can we take a shower too? - asked Vick, when I returned to the room.

- It is necessary - I smiled and fell on the sofa - just turn off the light, you will not miss the mattress, I hope

Pashka turned off the light and they went into the corridor, rustled their bags there, undoing and zipping them up. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

In the morning I woke up as usual. Although the alarm on the mobile I turned off. It was already a habit. At the weekend, I just closed my eyes again, twisted a little and turned back to sleep for an hour or two.

It was already very light and was a pleasant, morning chill. I fell asleep uncovered and also uncovered and woke up. Probably, if it weren't for drunk vodka, I would have tossed and turned back from the heat yesterday, and so I passed out as soon as I lay down.

I looked at sleeping Pasha and Vika. Pashka lay at the closet, turned to face him. He slept on a pillow.

Vika was lying on her back, throwing aside one leg bent at the knee. They both lay uncovered.

On the animeshka there was a thin, white bust that did not completely cover her chest and of the same color, thin, narrow panties. First, a color tattoo, seen from under the elastic of her panties, and then, a strip of panties between her legs, slightly casually shifted in the direction, rushed into the eyes. Some of the dark, genital sponges were visible, the bristles of already growing hair next to them. The tummy fell a little, the ribs protruded, but not like the skeleton. Vika was thin, but not skinny. Papillae under her bra bulged out by dark tubercles.

I considered it, having caught myself thinking that I had not had such a chick for a long time. By age, and by harmony.

There were mostly young moms who were already fed up with their husbands, and there were unmarried females who were hungry for sex from twenty-five to thirty. Well preserved, but not such as Vika, for sure.

- I want her - I thought, examining Vika between her legs, slightly rising.

She suddenly took a deep breath, turned her head, climbed Pashka with her hand into the pants, took him by the dick and breathed again exactly, not waking up and no longer changing his position.

Pashka had a morning riser.

I stood up, stood, looked at Vika, looking closer at her. The skin was white, not tanned at all. Only arms to shoulders were a little darker. The tattoo could not be seen, it was either a butterfly, or something else, it is not clear. The part was hidden. And the tattoo itself was not very big. And the sexual lips were straight dark and the code between the legs, where it was visible, was also darker than everywhere else.

Taking my mobile from the couch, I took it all on video. A couple of times silently sfotkal and putting the mobile in place, went to the bathroom to wash.

In the bathroom on the pipe hung washed pink panties and a pink bra, and Pashkin's socks. There was someone else’s bath towel on a hanger and a tube of baby cream on the sink.

I washed, shaved, brushed my teeth, put on clean panties, threw the old ones into the washer, I left the bathroom, and saw that the toilet was on, light coming from above, in the gap above the door.

- Someone already woke up too - and went into the room.

Vika was lying on the mattress, resting her head on the released pillow and wrapping her arms around her. She lay sideways, slightly bending one leg.

- Her ass is cool - I noted, stopping and looking at the girl - there are no stretch marks on the skin, an appetizing, neat, young ass. Legs are slender, super lass -

I pulled on my treads and went to the kitchen. Dress something else was not possible. All things were in the closet which lay the mattress.

- Hello Semyonitch - coming out of the closet, said Pasha, seeing me in the kitchen - I will go wash my face -

- Go ahead - I said and went to pour water into the kettle.

Pasha from the bathroom went into the room and I woke Vika. She rushed into the bathroom, in a men's shirt with rolled up sleeves - Hello - opening the door, said Vika and slipped into the bathroom.

- Yeah - I mumbled and began to lay the table.

Pasha came in jeans and a naked torso. - To help something? - He asked.

“Get tea and coffee and put it on the table,” I replied, and he did.

Vika came dressed all yesterday. In jeans and a short T-shirt or whatever they call it.

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