- Hi Irchik. - Anka, who sat down beside her, kissed her girlfriend's pink ear, while at the same time reaching out with her palm to the wet-ajar beauty of the girl. - How to play?

- Mmmm. - Irka shuddered when Ann's finger penetrated inside the cave. - Well! Oops! ... Anya, let me rest. Do not torture!

- Do not even hope! - Anka, who knew very well that Irka was starting up a new one almost instantly, and did not think to retreat. - Where are my fingers looked? Why is it so wet there? Directly squelching.

- Anka, go ... become.

Irka's voice was interrupted. She asked for a stop, but her ass was already beginning to move towards Anina weasel. It was clear that Irka surrenders to the mercy of the winner. More precisely the winner. Anka, having once again kissed her friend, moved back, settling down, as if a guy had put a girl with cancer. Here are just instead of a male toy Iru caressed deft Anina fingers.

Nearby mothers of girls were caressed. They seem to be more fascinated by the process itself, rather than the desire to reach orgasm. However, one did not exclude the other. And lingering kisses, gentle stroking of shoulders, breasts perfectly combined with palms penetrating between the thighs of the girlfriend.

Irka began to moan, swaying her ass towards the attacks. Anka for a moment dived with the finger of her free hand into the girl's cave, and then gently touched them a small entrance into Irkin's ass. The finger smeared with juice, repeating the focus of Lena's mom, gently penetrated inside.

- Oh. - quietly squeaked Irka. - Anya, what are you?

- Ira, my dear, do not be afraid. You will be fine. It's nice.

Anya slowly and slowly entered the ass Irkin, not forgetting, of course, about the main place. Irka moaned again. The finger has entered almost entirely. From the side, mothers are separated from each other, caressing themselves now.

- Anya, shove me to the end. - Suddenly breathed out Irka hoarsely.

Anka sharply jabbed her palm forward, completely sticking a finger into Irkin's ass. Irka, having screamed, jerked once, another and Anina's fingers sliding inside the pussy felt the trembling trembling of their legs. Irka, groaning weakly, slid forward and flattened herself flat on the floor.

- How nice! - she purred. - Infection you, Anka!

- So I did not understand. - she mocked snort. - Good or an infection?

- Both. You know, because I can not help but now I have no strength at all.

- So you are with me today and you will not go to sleep? - Anya continued to tease. Now, when it was not necessary to hide from moms, a joint overnight stay was quite possible.

- I will go! Only first I crawl down, I will buy a cucumber longer in the shop to fuck you up with mischief.

Irka with difficulty turned over on her back and looked like her mother there. The blissfully closed eyes of both and the palms that were hurriedly gliding between the thighs of the palm testified to the approaching festive salutes. And they were heard. First, Sveta's mom, sobbing softly, squeezed her hips several times with force, then Elena, leaning slightly, jerked her whole body. Having bathed in the lake of pleasure, both women lay quietly for a while, recovering themselves.

- Well, how do you like our game? - Anya asked, seeing that mothers open their eyes.

Mother of Light, looking at her daughter, grinned.

- Funny. How exotic entertainment will come down. Consider that I liked your girlfriend.

- And-ie-eh. - Elena, sweetly stretching, turned on her side. - It was good, but this fun, girls, lacks one necessary thing.

- And what?

- Mu-ki! With a raised flag.

- Ha! - Irka responded mockingly. - This is still necessary to pull. Because of some fiddling lesbian drunk rushed. And if the man is still ...

- Yes, who would say. - Mother of Light did not remain in debt. “The very door didn’t get through the door with its forehead, staying naked in the corridor for a second. And there, moms shpynyat.

- I just did not expect. - Irka was not at all embarrassed. - Your corridor, I am back and forth in what was born I will pass.And, if necessary, also run away at the reception. But you do not have enough spirit for a serious game.

Anka rightly believed that Irka was naked weakly and just getting out the door, not to mention walking back and forth, but wisely kept her doubts to herself. She already knew what her friend was tending, and was not going to interfere with this.

- So what? - Kupilas on podnaka mom Lena. - You might think, can you offer something very cool? Such that you can, but we do not.

- Imagine, I can. - put her hands on Irka's side. - Of course, not here and not now. But I promise you have never had such fun. Just the tail will not hold?

- Yes, right! - Elena snorted.

- Forward? Are we playing?

- What and what rules?

Irka smiled radiantly.

- In forfeits. On the appointed day, have fun as we say. But about the rules and propriety just have to forget. And to afford everything, even if Anya and I are on a central street, we will offer you to have sex.

- I hope, about the central street, you are still in a figurative sense. - Mom Sveta glanced at Irka and turned to Elena. - All this, Helen, reminds me of a setup.

- And this is the setup. - I did not deny Irka. - Only Anya and I also participate in it. And we will do the same as you.

- Anya? - Svetlana looked inquiringly at her daughter.

“You have been told the truth.” The acuteness of new sensations just does not come. Need to decide. We want to try with Ira. And we invite you.

- I would like to know what to invite. - mumbled mother of Light. - If we sign, the way back, I understand, no?

- Not. - Anya shook her head seriously. - This is a real deal. Deceive - betray. Better just give up.

This time, the mothers staged the Moscow Art Theater for about ten minutes. Finally, mother Lena rose from the floor, throwing her robe around.

- Okay, koristyshki, bring down today again in our number with Irkoy. And Sveta and I will sit and think.

And then, from the girlfriend's rounded eyes, Anka realized that their undertaking was going to fail. With a bang. Irka did not have any belongings with her. Totally. Well, except for slippers and a hanged out to dry swimsuit. And that meant that she would have to go to her room with a bare ass. You can, of course, again wrapped in a sheet. But after all their boast, it's like saying: “Sorry, mom. We spread our fingers here, but in fact the jerks and we can do nothing. ” Here on their proposal and put a cross. No wonder mothers did not leave, they are sent. And so carefully watching.

- As you want! - Anya Irke whispered with her lips. - But go. As it is.

Throwing on her robe, Anka walked around, exaggeratingly getting into Irka's slippers, and the first went out into the corridor, hurrying to unlock the next door. As luck would have it, some guys were hanging around the elevator. Got a girlfriend! There was a hasty slap in the back and a desperate whisper.

- Anka, hurry!

Holding her hands to her chest and blushing under the looks of astonished boys, Irka sped past, barely in time to open the door for her, friends.

- At the reception she goes so. - It came after her loud, impish remark mother Sveta. - Saga

Irka red shamelessly shook the neighboring wall with her fist.

- Substitute? Tease? Well, nothing, I'll get you too. I have one little idea.

- What other little idea? - Quietly snorting laughter, Anka asked.

- You even stop to laugh. - Offended muttered Irka. - Well, I hesitate. Yes. And the idea is cool. Go here.

Having embraced her friend, Irka leaned toward Ani's ear and whispered something hotly.

In the morning, both high sides did not recall yesterday. Moms were silent, and Ira and Anya did not dare to rush things. Already on the beach, intending to climb into the water, Mother of Light turned to the temptress.

- About our conversation ... All this, of course, is an obvious divorce and gamble. But we decided to agree. Lenka and I have almost twenty years of impeccable family experience. It is possible to think once and again to find out how daughters are slaves .... Read more →