A short man of about fifty entered the apartment, closing the door behind him. He stumbled a bit on the rug, put a leather briefcase on the floor, took off his hat and threw his hat on the top shelf. Hastily he took off his shoes, took off his coat from his shoulders and grabbed his briefcase, walked along a half-dark corridor, heading for one of the rooms, into the bedroom. Gently put the briefcase near the double bed, closer to the bedside table and singing merrily, began to undress.

He took off his shirt, shirt, pants, sitting on the bed, and took off his socks. Remaining in only his underpants, he shoved clothes under a beige bedspread, took off and shoved there and pants. Left completely naked, he stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. The tummy is, yes, not without it, but the hair on the head is still not very rare, the hair on the chest and abdomen is not even gray. Below, from the stacks of stiff pubic hair, there was a penis wrinkled from the frost, not very long, but very thick, with a very prominent foreskin like a hood.

Without wearing slippers, the man left the bedroom, walked along the corridor and turned left. In the kitchen, flashing bare buttocks, was his wife. The woman bent down, opened the oven, showing her husband all his magnificence, juicy bud of the labia, covered with dark hair and anus hole, also covered with sparse, slightly lighter hair. The woman started, closed the oven and turned to her husband, smiling radiantly.

“Vityusha, I didn’t hear you enter,” the woman lovingly embraced her husband, pressing her massive breasts against Victor.

Viktor Sergeevich felt a pleasant silkiness on his penis, the warmth of the female abdomen. Felt the smell of his wife's hair, the smoothness of her cheeks, hands on his back.

“Almost everything is ready, Vika will come soon, my hands,” the woman pulled away, a barely perceptible blush wandered on her cheeks.
- Natasha, well, - Victor reluctantly released his wife from his arms, turned around and went into the combined bathroom.

From the thought of Vika coming soon, Viktor wanted to let a jet of sperm go into the sink. Strange, a week has already passed, and the man’s member is still whining, realizing that his daughter will come soon. The man carefully washed his hands, feeling with his bare feet the coolness of the tile. The bell rang in the corridor, it seemed that it sounded somehow modest, as if embarrassed to sound louder.

- I'll open! - Natalia has already hurried into the corridor.

She spanked across the floor, heard the sound of a lock being opened. The head of the family shook his wet hands, turned off the water and wiped his hands dry with a towel.

- How are things at the institute? - the voice of the spouse came from the corridor.
“Good, mom,” came a thin girlish voice, somewhat embarrassed, quiet and timid.

Victor came out of the bathroom. In the corridor, near the entrance door, Vika, his daughter, trampled on the rug, hanging unnecessary keys on a carnation on the wall. Natalia bustled around her, taking off her slippers, gleaming in the light of a corridor chandelier with a naked white body. The girl stuck her feet in sneakers, confusedly looking at the naked father.

“We sit at the table, my hands,” Victor walked over to his daughter, carelessly smacking her cheek.

The girl bustled down the hall and ducked into her room. Mother returned to the kitchen, father slowly walked down the corridor and leaned his shoulder against the doorjamb, looking at Vika. Standing beside her bed, she deftly removed a blue blouse over her head, left in jeans and a black bra. Standing to her father in a half-turn, jeans zheknula zipper, pulling them, exposing the same black panties.

“Dad, don't look,” she said, trying to talk in a joking tone, freeing her legs from her legs.

Jeans and jacket gently turned and laid on a chair, threw her hands behind her back, undoing her bra. Victor saw two girls' breasts, not like his wife, smaller, more accurate, very elastic, with beautiful crimson nipples.Still standing to her father in a half-turn, Vika bent down, pulled off her panties, exposing a bushy bush visible to a man because of a girl's hip. Trying not to embarrass the daughter anymore, the man broke off the door frame and went to the kitchen.

The apartment had no doors, except, of course, the entrance, three days ago, Victor took them all down, deciding that it would be even more interesting. Then he squatted near the open door to the combined toilet and bathroom, unscrewing the hinges. His cock hung down, on a bare back and neck, large drops of sweat had long been gathered. In the kitchen, sitting at the table, his wife and daughter were doing a crossword puzzle. Or rather, he was guessing his wife, and Vika, clutching her, with her hands on her knees and leaning forward, as if wanting to cuddle up to the table and hide her bare chest, looked at her mother over her shoulder, pretending that she was very interested.

- Dad, help you? - Stas son stomped into the kitchen, absurdly covering his penis with his palms, stood near the kitchen counter and poured himself a glass of water.
“Order,” Victor croaked, straightening out and placing a removed door near the wall.

And now he was sitting in the kitchen at the table, opposite the doorjamb. My wife laid out on three plates pieces of steaming roasted meat.

“Stasik will be later, he called,” Natalya put the largest piece on Victor's plate.

Looking in front of him, Viktor Sergeyevich saw his naked daughter slip into the bathroom. There was a sound of water, the man began to eat. A minute later, the girl just as quickly darted into the kitchen and sat down on an empty chair opposite her father. Carefully cutting the meat with a knife, raising his eyes as if by chance on Vika and catching his eyes on her bare breasts and shoulders, Victor thought that it would be nice to change the table to a transparent glass one. The girl was embarrassed picking meat with a fork, did not raise her eyes, occasionally pulling a lock of blond hair with her free hand. From her cheeks did not go reddish color. Natalia seemed to feel quite natural. Sitting to the left of her husband, the woman calmly drank juice from a glass, asking if anyone needed supplements.

“I am now,” said Viktor Sergeyevich, when it was over with dinner.

He put the knife and fork on the plate, got up from the table, touching his wife's bare shoulder with his palm and left the kitchen. When he returned, he carefully placed a tightly packed paper envelope on the table.

“Well, this is the first week,” he said, looking casually from top to bottom at the dark triangle below Vicky's stomach and at her tightly-knit legs.
- How many are here? - the woman said in surprise, looking into the envelope and touching with her finger the heap of new five thousandth bills.
“Wow ...” Vika breathed, as if only to say something and smiled shyly, trying not to pay attention to her father's bare groin, looming in close proximity.

“Daughter, please put the kettle on,” Victor left the kitchen and went into the bathroom.

He decided to shave. A few days ago, when the family was just beginning to live in a new way, and the doors were still there, he would often go to the bathroom under the pretext of washing his hands or washing his face. He closed the door, turned on the water and began to masturbate. It's no joke, almost constantly to see my eighteen year old daughter naked. Ah, how shy she was then! Even now I was too shy ...

The man remembered the very days when they decided everything and made this decision for themselves. Victor was sitting in the bedroom in his favorite chair, already naked, and his beautiful wife, standing beside the bed, took off her panties with a deft hand movement.

- Help, - Natasha went up to her husband, kneeling between his knees apart, turned around and sat down a bit.

The man undid the clasp of his bra, hanging the bodice on the back of the chair.

- Well, let's go see how are young? - With a hint of excitement, the woman spoke, turned and extended her hand to her husband.

Like Adam and Eve, holding hands, naked spouses walked down the corridor to the room of a son and daughter. Victor did not knock, gently opened the door and looked inside. Stasik was sitting on a chair, a thin young man was covering a causal place with a magazine, glancing around from side to side.Vika was standing in the middle of the room, ...