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gathered in the courtyard. The first moment of mutual embarrassment after the incident has already passed, and now the younger and older "libertines" took turns teasing each other, then recalling the desperate screams of mothers who suddenly found two "stagnant" young stallions in front of them, telling how they had been propped up by the door of the house, frightened by possible consequences girls
Sasha and Dimka were not present at the general meeting. Sparing gentle feelings just shared with them by the wives of the men, the guys, returning the ladies entrusted to them for a while, delicately left, promising to wait for Anya and Ira in the car.
- Yeah, followed the girls bashing ask. - Wiping away the tears that came out of laughter, she looked at Elena, who was quietly portraying daughters aside. - This is necessary, so mamoks substitute! I could not even think that instead of Igor, my son, with whom Irka is rummaging, will slip into me.
- But the young ones tried. - Fun winked at women Igor. - Frisky. So you look to the taste. Say, daughters, still want. Let's change again.
- Well, I do not! - passionately objected Light. - While not married, there will be no re-exchanges. They may have a dozen new gentlemen will. What should I go under each?
- Yes, and I somehow opposed. - Dad Kostya supported Svetlana. “Igor and I now, though by agreement, have acquired horns.” And okay, when from one. And if they like mushrooms in the forest will appear? At the door we will not pass.
- Mushrooms are not mushrooms. - Sly smiled at her husband Elena. “But at least you will have to share one more peasant.”
- This is with whom ?!
- Yes, with his friend. I rolled at him like that, while he hovered in the bath and rubbed his back, but they took me and broke me. No, do not even hope that I will come to you for the night.
- Well. - Kostya spread his hands. - Here, and you can not argue. Svetochka, let the abandoned orphan to his side?
- Oh come! - Svetlana waved her hand. - Walk so walk. Goodbye shame.
- Perhaps this undertaking is worth noting. - Dad Igor clapped his hands. - Guys brandy, ladies champagne.
- And then we'll go. - Seized the opportunity to slip away to their guys Anya and Irka. - Anyway, we are not your company for a drink.
- And the boys were waiting. - In the tone of Anke added dad Igor. “Be good in bed, daughter.”
- You're a daddy too. - Anya did not remain in debt. - Do not disgrace us with my mother.
And deftly dodged a well-deserved slap.
A car with friends sitting in it rushed towards the city. Dimka, who was embracing the girls in the back seat, cheekily kissed both of them.
- Hey, you do not really get carried away. - Looked at them in the mirror sitting behind the wheel of Sasha. - And then I am offended and jealous.
Irka, lifting herself up, smacked the guy at the top of her head.
- Sasha dear, look not in the mirror, but on the road. I beg you. When we get home, I will personally kiss you in all places.
- Right in all? - Playfully asked Sasha. - promise?
- I promise. - Irka turned to Dima. - You do allow it?
- Kiss. - He said carelessly, shamelessly pawing on not only Irkin, but also on Ankin's chest. - And Anya will kiss me.
Anka and Irka, leaning back in their seats, looked at the road flying towards me with the most pleased sight. Happened! They all burned out. Now neither mom nor dad will stop them from having fun with the guys. And they will be allowed into the bathhouse, and they will let them use the dacha, and let them go overnight. Cool you can pull off. And right now they will go home to Anka, and they will collapse all together. In one bed!
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Please forgive, somehow it was not possible to lay out.
But I promise to correct the future.)
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and part 3 will be?
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Probably not. In any case, I still can’t imagine what I could write there. Although, I confess, even after the first “Podliz” I did not expect that I would write a sequel. For several years, my readers have lined up for the second part, and have nevertheless matured, wrote. We'll see. But certainly not in the near future.
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Great story. Excellent and logical continuation of the first part.
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And thank you.
I walked a long time for this continuation. The readers persuaded me to write a sequel of “Podliz” for two years exactly, but I somehow didn’t grow together. But in the end, it seemed to work out.
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