- Wait on the street? - She clarified.

- Yes, sit on the bench, if you want, but you do not want, you can go - the man said without turning around.

- I'll wait. Thank you - Galya sighed and trudged back.

The man who came with the woman was already at the door with her when Galya left the house and immediately led the woman inside, Gale had to stand aside to let them through.

- Kick. One kind of nepruha - she sighed, looking at the bench, on which several people were already sitting - where they just come from - and slowly went to the fence, deciding to go out and sit by the fence, until someone came out. Then she will come back.

Stepping out of the door and reaching the corner of the fence, she saw several cars standing by the trees. There was a dirt road, which Galya did not notice when she arrived. The road was on the other side of the place where she had come from. Galya looked around, looking for a place not to sit in the sun and not finding anything better, perched near the fence, on the grass. She took a bottle of water and pills out of her purse, drank it, folded it all back, pulled out a mobile phone, looked at the reports of sent SMS and sighed. Reports were not received. Putting the phone in her purse, she thought.

- This grandfather, also said about the crown and a strong evil eye. And about some sort of damage. Grandfather is well preserved, only gray. And the eyes are narrow, not Russian or something. He spoke like clean, without an accent. About some spirits said. Damn, what a fairy tale, perfume, evil eye, damage, can slip away from here? No, if you come here, you have to go through it all. And I'm not alone, it turns out how many people - she looked at the cars - because they come from somewhere. -

Then she saw that man with a woman, he led her by the arm to the car. Galya rose heavily, took a breath, and went back to the courtyard of the house.

On the bench vacated one seat. And Galya perched there when she reached the bench. She closed her eyes and to the mutter, heard from the house, she thought about Van - well, and the flag in your hands, if you are. He led on this otter painted. Year spent on you, you bastard. To you was empty. I won’t stay without a guy, Dimasty looks at me just like a finger, he will immediately come running. Why, clever and beautiful - Galya mentally smiled, thinking so about herself - and what ?! Slender, cute, guys stare, often catching myself on their views. The chest is not big and not small, the butt is athletic, the legs are beautiful, long, longer than that of Lenka, we measured. And the waist is thinner with me. Asses are the same size. And my chest is bigger than Lenka. And that otter has no skin or faces. Even plump, that Vanya found in her - Galya sighed, continuing to reflect - Charmed, or what? Well, if this whole tale is true, then why not be a love spell. I wonder how this is done, it will be necessary later to read on the Internet.

So thinking with her eyes closed, she did not notice how the bench was empty. Someone touched her shoulder, turning her out of her reverie. It was Timofeich.

“Let's go to the house,” he said, and went to the door. While Galya was rising, the grandfather disappeared into the house, leaving the door ajar.

She entered, closing the door and went into the room.

- Sit on a chair - grandfather nodded at the chair by the table. On the table were some cups and bubbles. Sprigs of dried plants lay.

Galya sat down heavily, leaning on the back of a chair and on the table. Dedok carefully watched her. Then he sat down opposite and began to speak, tearing off the leaves from the twigs, throwing them into a small mortar and kneading them in it with something like a rolling pin.

- My ancestors were shamans - my grandfather spoke quietly - then they were put in prison, and I was sent to an orphanage. I found ancestors afterwards, they returned to Tyva after their release. And I stayed for a while and came back here. There was already a wife, the children grew up. I was here on the railway, the machinist worked.In these places I grew up in an orphanage. The Soviet power planted my relatives, but it also raised me, gave me education, work - he opened a bottle, splashed some liquid in a mortar and began to rub again - I have two sons, grandchildren, sometimes come. I recently moved to this village, as I retired. I am a guest here for everyone, although I worked here on a piece of iron and have lived in this house for seven years. I am sixty two years old. He retired at fifty-five years and bought this house, and he exchanged his apartment and bought two one-room apartments for the children so that they would not get lost. Now they are already living in other apartments, they have sold, bought more. My wife died, they lived here with her, he passed away for five years - he sighed and looked at Galya with a thoughtful, piercing look, then added something from another vial to the mortar, quickly stirred it up, poured everything out of the mortar into a small cup and set it before galya.

- It is necessary to drink. It will be bitter and tasteless, but everything must be drunk - he said, and he got up, went to the sideboard by the wall, opened the door and got something out of there. Then he returned and sat down again in front of Galya on a chair. He had a small tambourine in his hands - drink - he said, and when Galya drank, the grandfather began to rhythmically tapping his finger on the tambourine and quietly and monotonously speaking something in some kind of gibberish language.

Gale suddenly became so light, everything swam before his eyes, then everything disappeared altogether and only the tambourine beat in the head rhythmically.

She awoke from a sharp pain, but not in the back or stomach. She just was not. The pain was in the ass. It feels like her hole in the ass was torn apart, sticking something in there. Galya screamed and opened her eyes. She was lying on her back, her grandfather was hanging on top of her. Galina's legs lay on his shoulders. His grandfather firmly held Gali’s hands by the wrists, pressing them against Galina’s body, while her legs were also clamped. And the grandfather rhythmically gouged Galya in the ass. She closed her eyes and howled in pain, no one had been in that hole before. She believed that this hole is needed to crap, and not to fuck there. And here...

- Bitch, couldn’t I fuck something? - beginning to get used to the pain a bit and stop crying, Galya and grandfather thought, as if she heard her thoughts. Pulling out the ass, took aim, and without releasing Galya, slowly entered the vagina. Galya howled again. She thought that it was so painful in the ass, because the first time she was fucked there, but it turned out that the size of her grandfather was not at all the same as that of Vanya. A member of his grandfather just tore her vagina with its size.

Galya stopped howling, just waiting for the end of the action. And the grandfather stopped, pressed her hands with one hand, aimed his dick back into Gali’s ass, again clamped her hands and continued to fuck Galya in the anal passage. Galya screamed when he introduced his penis, and then simply lay breathing with her nose, turning her head slightly to the side and closing her eyes.

That grandfather had finished, she understood from his cock that started not so hard in the asshole.

Grandfather let go of Galya, pulled out his penis, straightened up and began to stretch his pants with his pants.

Galya opened her eyes and watched this with side vision, and she lay with her legs raised, her heels in socks resting on her grandfather's chest. He was wearing a shirt.

“The pants are in your pocket,” he said, as if nothing had happened, and taking Galya by the legs, lowered them, rose himself and left. Galya sat down and slowly looked at the place where she was. She was sitting on a mattress that lay on the floor. The window was curtained, so the room was not very bright. The room itself was very small. There were some brooms from plants, onions in stockings, bundles of dried mushrooms and there was no furniture at all. Just some kind of chest, standing next to, in the corner.

- Damn, I had to shove here to be fucked by some grandfather in all holes - Galya smiled sadly, looking for her panties in her dress pockets. - Strange, but the pain in the back and abdomen is not, only the holes hurt from the dick of this manka. To the police to declare it or something! - already putting on panties, she thought - there is no pancake and there are no daily ones, now she will flow out of her ass into the underpants. Where's my handbag? - she turned her head, but there was no purse, but she saw her footwear, stretched, took her shoes, pulled them onto her legs .... Read more →