changed posture soon. I lay down on a lounger, and the partner sat on my dick with her vagina facing me, becoming galloping, playing the role of an excellent rider. Jumping on my penis, she rested her hands on my shoulders. Her chest swayed, fascinating me. Again I fell to her chest with my tongue, resuming caresses. She threw back her head, and I held her back. Soon she lifted over my cock. And again there was a squirt. This time she watered my dick. Resumed the jump, sitting back to me. I played with her breasts. Jeanne stimulated her clitoris. Moans flew from her mouth, loud moans. Not even three minutes passed, as I wrapped my arms tight around her waist and turned with her on my side. Jeanne raised her leg. I again resumed movement of the pelvis. At the same time she was massaging her breasts, Jeanne stimulated her clitoris with her fingers, but at the same time our lips were woven in a passionate kiss. Suddenly, I took a member of her vagina. He began to tease her labia, running on them head penis. Soon she received a violent orgasm, accompanied by loud groans and twists. But this time everything went without squirting. But soon I also irrigated my left buttock with my seed.

The two of us were lying on the beach sideways. I hugged her and drew her to me. Our lips weaved in a passionate kiss. We lay for a long time, enjoying the reunion of lonely hearts. Only our breathing and heartbeat were heard. From this, our bodies filled with bliss and we fell asleep. I just had time to look at the clock - the arrows showed 18-45.

Suddenly Zhanna's phone rang. Reluctantly she awoke, and reluctantly replied:

- I'm listening!

With her answer, I woke up. I looked at the clock - 20:00. And listened to the conversation, which was heard because of the excellent communication.

- Zhanna, hello! - made a voice on the phone.

- Hi Nastya, - the subscriber Joan greeted.

- How are you? - asked the subscriber.

“Fine,” answered Jeanne.

“I’m calling you to warn that we, your friends, will drop by for an hour to drink a bottle of wine, maybe not a single bottle, and talk about our female,” said Nastya.

“A minute,” said Joan, and turned to me, asking my advice with her radiant eyes. Without hesitation, I nodded my head, agreeing. And the landlady agreed. - Good. Waiting for you!

“We'll be there in half an hour,” said her friend, thus ending the conversation.

Jeanne got up from the lounger. Crumbled bones.

- Get up! - she threw me. - They will be in half an hour.

- Who are they? - I asked, getting up from the lounger.

“My friends,” answered Joan.

- And how many friends do you have? - I did not let go, putting on pants.

“Three,” Jeanne answered. - What day is it today?

“The calendar has a Wednesday on it,” I looked at the wall under the clock, wearing a shirt.

- Right! - Joan wiped her left buttock with a napkin and added, collecting her things from the floor. “My friends are going to my apartment every Wednesday.” And we are talking about our babies affairs, the news of the past week and many other things.

- I see! - I understood her cry for help, although she did not say this in words, but fluids emanated from her. - I will help you, the light of my soul.

“I am grateful for your responsiveness,” she kissed me on the lips.

“The plan of action is this: I am preparing dinner, and while you bring yourself to the queen of gatherings,” I suggested, breaking the kiss.

“It’s good enough,” Jeanne agreed and added. - After cooking, you take a shower and leave before they appear.

“Such an approach suits me,” I agreed.

“Then for the cause,” said Joan and left.

I followed her. She proceeded to the bathroom. I went to the kitchen. He opened the fridge, choosing food for cooking dinner. Gourmet dishes did not cook, although he could. Cooking dinner took me twenty minutes.The owner of the apartment spent the same time on her marafet.

Now she was wearing a blue mini-dress with a deep neckline, dark stockings and blue shoes with an open toe and high heels. The top of her dress was on an elastic band, which, if possible, could be lowered lower, thus opening her chest. And again, Jeanne did not put on a bra, as her nipples loomed under the dress. She was wearing a blue choker with pearls around her neck. I could not take my eyes off such an elegant image.

- Roman, how are you? - first asked my opinion.

- Divinely! - I gave the answer and explained it. - On the goddess everything should sparkle with bright colors, my Aphrodite.

“You flatter me, Roma,” she sneaked.

- In no case, - I was offended and izreёk. - Such a beautiful woman like you, men are obliged to worship and idolize, like a fetish, like a totem.

“A beautiful phrase came from your mouth,” she declared, passing into the hall and pulling out plates from the cabinet.

“Let me help you,” he stood beside her.

“Help,” Joan accepted my help, giving me a set of six people. - Nobility is a very unique quality of a man of noble blood.

“Everything also depends on upbringing,” I brought my contribution to the conversation, returning to the kitchen.

“And this, too,” Joan did not oppose my opinion, taking cutlery from the closet.

“Take care of the serving,” I said, and added. - I'm gonna take a shower.

“Go on, I'll take care of the table setting for now,” she said, and suggested. - Can you stay?

“No,” I objected, and said in addition. - You will be secret. And I honestly do not want to listen to your secrets.

“Stay,” Joan continued to beg. - I have wonderful friends. And beautiful to that.

“That your friends are beautiful and sexy, I have no doubt,” I was looking for the right words. - But what about conversations?

“We’ll find a common topic for you,” she said and added. - They will also be very happy to meet you.

“I'll think about it,” I said, realizing that she was drawing time, and went into the shower.

Jeanne began to set the table.

I entered the bathroom, closing the door. Undressed. He became a shower. Turned on the water. Musculosis spread through my body. The water was washing away all the negative with its warm streams. I stood under the shower for five minutes. This time was enough for me. Soon I began to look to wear. Finding nothing, he shouted:

- Jeanne!

“Yes,” came her review.

- What towel should I dry off? - flew after the question.

“Just a minute,” she said again. And soon entered the bathroom with a towel in her hand. - Hold on!

- Thank you! - I said, taking a towel.

- Did you think about it? She asked me.

- Yes, - I replied, becoming a wipe, and, ahead of her question, he said. - I decided to wait for your friends.

“You made the right decision,” the smile shone on her face and asked. - Sit down now sit down or wait for my friends?

“We will wait for your friends,” I replied.

“The table has been canceled,” said Joan.

“Dinner is ready,” I declared, becoming dressed.

- What do we do before the arrival of friends? She asked.

- I think ... - I thought.

My thoughts were interrupted by a call on the intercom. I looked at my watch. Five minutes to go.

“These are my friends,” Joan rejoiced and went to the intercom. I picked up the phone - I open it! I open

She pressed a button on the receiver. The door below opened. They entered the porch.