- Uh.

I woke up, my fingers were cold. It was strange. I slept in socks and a home suit, under a duvet, moreover also under a bedspread that covered the bed. And yet, my fingers froze. Not only they, the tip of the nose, too. It was very strange. I took smart. It was nine o'clock in the evening. In theory, the heating should already work in full. Throwing off the blanket and blanket, I sat on the bed and lowered my legs to the floor. It was not clear through the socks whether it was warm or not.

- Wow, hoo! - I stretched from the heart.

The bones nicely crunched. She slowly got up and leisurely went out into the corridor. On the hanging in the corridor the control panel of the home atmosphere was exactly nifiga.

- Ahem.

I poked my finger on the “Set” button and nothing happened. I poked into the "Test" button and again nothing happened. Poked once to the button "Light" - the programmer did not respond. I turned on the light just in case - there was light. Yes, and how it could not be, if the bedside lamps were burning in my room, the laptop was working, there was a network. After removing the programmer from the mounting socket, I rubbed the contacts and stuck it back in - it did not come to life. On the machine, I pulled it out again and removed the back cover.

- Two AA-shki - I said to myself and wandered to the pantry.

The box with batteries was found easily, because I always have order everywhere. I changed the batteries and the programmer finally blinked. A couple of seconds of loading and he requested the current geodata settings. I set Thursday and 21:14, he immediately took other settings from the network, connecting and synchronizing. Again pressed the "Test" button. The programmer thought about it and switched to temperature hold mode. Well, yes, now we need to remind the boiler room who is the hostess here.

The boiler room was warm. Despite the simple programmer, the boiler rode on the simulation of heating modes. I pressed a couple of buttons, pressed my finger to the fingerprint reader, confirming the system that it was me. The most important electronic chief over all the equipment announced me from the electronic board that he was glad to see me again and was starting to warm up. She came out of the furnace and touched the battery - it was already warming. Well, super, just stuck with batteries. I hate plumbing breakdowns, especially with heating, especially in winter.

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I dreamed of something bad. I remembered roughly what it was. A sad story with a tragic end. Or did I just think of it? I went into the kitchen, put on an electric kettle, and quickly made myself a coffee with two sticks. With a steaming cup, I went back to the room, sat down at the laptop. I went to several sites, a couple of instant messengers - everything was full of. Saytik Anabel Arto blinked unformed purchase. Come on, then buy it.

“Do you really want to leave?” An additional window popped up.

Yeah, right. I went on ST. The dream was spinning in my head and demanded a splash. How to classify it? Obviously not porn and not even romance. She pressed "Add a story," wrote down the tags, then in the categories she found the required "Not porn." We need a visual prototype of the heroine. Opened the messenger, walked through the list of friends.

- Hi - unsubscribed Vlad. - I am writing a new strange story in my dream. Can I have some photo of you?

- read give? - she answered a couple of minutes.

- Yes, there will be on the site, if published.

- What kind of photo?

- Something in the winter, simple, perhaps vulnerable.

- Catch.

I looked at the sent photo - norms, come down. Sketched everything she remembered from a dream. Added a few logical moments. At the last paragraph, I almost cried, it was very sad in my soul, somewhere in my chest there was a lump. Damn, well, I’ve made kanesh from my heart, but Andrei Evgenievich will read 100% and that second one, who, by the emotional coloring of our correspondence, manages to guess my mood. Well they will write and call on the subject "kitten, what happened?". However, okay, sent to the publication, will publish anyway only tomorrow.

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She finished her coffee and rubbed her face with her hands.What else to do? To whom today? Ten in the evening already, if you go somewhere to someone, you need to decide now. Three nights in a row I spent in bed with Egorkin's father. He is a smart, passionate lover. His age did not spoil it at all. A little embarrassed by the truth that we had sex only sitting or cancer. It was a little incomprehensible why there are no such familiar missionaries, on the side, riders, etc. If you go to him, then you just have to get dressed and walk a little, since they live close to them. All Nice, but I wanted a variety. Papa Max? Well, it's cut to the center. Well, as if yes, my dick also likes my pussy very much, and the tongue licks her lips from the memory of the taste of his sperm, but I was somehow too lazy to go so far. Even if it is already evening, there will be no traffic jams, a taxi will arrive quickly, yet I did not want to go to it. More options? Timur's dad. Well it is more like Yes. I pressed my hands to the cherished intimate place and licked my lips. Uh-huh, it's just a liquid buzz, flowing through the veins, but ... And, what's the "but"? “But” was the need to be vigorous in the morning and go to work. Defend half the night on the BDSM stool, fixed by the arms, legs and neck. Spoiling up to the subspice and "Master, please, that's enough!". Psychologically otominirovannaya, izlaskannaya, for its juices, and then doused with his sperm. Zheskto and gently to the loss of pulse fucked. Between the legs was already wet from the memories of everything he did to me. After that, I’m not going anywhere, I’m physically and mentally unable to move. No, Timurkin's dad disappears. Nikita's dad? Yeah why not. There really is someone to keep warm in bed, but you never know.

I took a smart and quickly dialed the number. Caller answered quickly.

- Hello, Mashunya - his voice, as always gentle.

- Hello.

- What did you want? - he is cheerful.

- Well, there is such a thing. If I suddenly come here soon, can I count on a place in your bed?

It seems he was thinking on that side.

“Nikita is at home,” he finally answered.

- Nikita is tightly fascinated by Vika. Why spoil them a couple.

- I do not know. For some reason I thought that you had completely forgotten us old people.

- Well, Egorkin will not agree - I giggled into the phone.

- Have you been with him? - it seems he was a little surprised.

- Three nights in a row.

- Why did you decide to change your choice?

- I do not know. Simply - I automatically shrugged. - Are you busy? Are you working?

- No. I sit here, watch the news. Your call, to be honest, as the crisis in the United States.

- It happens.

- and?

- So can I come?

- Why me?

- It is important?

- No, but I would like to know what I must, given the existing competition.

- Mmm - I bit the tip of the tongue, thinking about what to answer. - I do not know.

- Mash, this is not the answer.

- I want exactly you.

- Is it me? Do you want it?

- Well yes. Listen, do we have phone sex?

- No, I'm just trying to come to myself. My evening has changed dramatically. My best friend's daughter wants to repeat the old days. I have not felt you for a long time and did not have it in my bed, in every sense.

- And what, it is not?

- She is my daily routine. As for the arrival of Your Grace, it is a completely different calico.

- So should I go or not?

- As you want. You will come - I will be glad, no - I will not be offended. Consider only that small house.

- Vika is not with him?

- With him.

- What is the problem then?

“Remember how much you've been babysitting with him.” You were his first.

- Nikita is already old enough to adequately respond to me. You have a wonderful son.

- I know. Okay, come on.

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Taxi was found quickly and easily.
- We sent you your permanent driver to the Camry - the VIP client manager responded with a sweet voice
- Ok, pasib - almost ...