pause, powerfully held his hand up - beautiful ladies rose from their knees. A finger down - and the ladies leaving the marble slabs, warm lumps of linen appeared naked before him. Andrei froze for a minute, admiring the perfect bodies, then pointed Albina to an old cabinet, and to pale Svetlana on a leather bench.

Albina, choosing for the mother from the spread out, modestly lowering her eyes, gave him a weighty leather flip-flop with a wooden handle. Meanwhile, Svetlana, preparing for the inevitable, meekly lay down on her stomach, placing a leather pillow under herself, holding her beautiful ass high up. Having taken the instrument of punishment chosen by her from the hands of the kneeling Albina, Andrei pointed out to her the same bench upholstered in scarlet leather next to the first one. Sighing piteously, she lay down beside her mother. Now two beautiful priests towered up. And their owners are breathing heavily, waiting for the start of execution.

Andrew, squeezing the instrument in his hand, standing between the benches, began to lightly slap them, gradually increasing the frequency and strength.

A couple of minutes later, Albina, squeezing and closing her eyes, screamed loudly, Svetlana followed her. Voiced shouts echoed through the gloomy enfilade of the hall, disappearing into the depths. The gloomy hall absorbed the long-awaited energy, in the mirrors dimmed by time, somewhere in the very depths, in the trembling light of the same wax-swirling candles, the inhabitants of this abode of sin, long gone to eternity, appeared, looking with curiosity and lust through eternity of non-existence.

However, Andrew, not noticing it, stopped the torture for a minute, only in order to run his hand over the pinking buttocks to make sure that the necessary sensitivity has not yet been achieved.

A minute later, women's screams and voiced cries again filled the hall that was lusting for them.

In the foggy night garden, two vague shadows, frozen for a moment at the galleries, flew up to the ceiling, filled with energy.

Slapping on the ass and hearing the long-awaited scream, he pointed out to the ladies on the bed. But, before settling down, they, pushing aside each other, eagerly fell to his lips, giving the body to his palms.

Albina first took a member. Painlessly entering the narrow girl's vagina, Andrew moved, accelerating the pace. Sensing the butterflies fluttering below her belly, Albina, zaahav and rolled her eyes, pushed her hips towards him, igniting herself. Then, turning it over, he took it from behind, squeezing hard nipples in his fingers. Then he gently slapped in tact, setting the rhythm of the movements, and Albina, like a young blond horse, under a skilled rider, obediently moved on a long, stringy member, pleasing an experienced lover.

Then he turned to Svetlana.

Svetlana looked at her daughter, on her aelified face, half-open mouth, catching the voluptuous moans that flew from her red lips. I looked at the cams squeezed in ecstasy. Her eager love source of pleasures of a mature woman was sealed. And Andrew did not seek to open it. She was ordered to kneel, properly arched. Not caressing the woman who was pissed off with the heat of desire, Andrew, taking her hips, began to slowly put her on his penis into a pink narrow ring between round buttocks. Svetlana, covering her eyes, sought to strung on a hot, hard rod, wanting, at least through a thin partition inside, to feel it, at the same time she, like a young girl, began to play with the clitoris, seeking to somehow end. Andrei, having entered Svetlanin's fever, lightly slapping Albin, pointed out to her mother. Alya, having laid down under it, began to caress a sharp tongue of a clitoris flowing with juices. Andrew, stretching out his hand to the wide and hospitable legs of Albina, entered her finger, caressing one treasured spot inside her, and the other - the clitoris.

- Ah! Oh! Daughter!

Svetlana, feeling a member moving in the pope and a daughter's tireless tongue, trembled, threw the jet out of herself, then again and again, shivering in continuous orgasms. Andrew, sadomiruya it was approaching the finish line. Finally, he roared loudly, slowly and carefully left the wide, slippery, greasy-smelling red ring.

Waking up late and having plenty of rest, the women gave their beloved strong coffee. They had breakfast on the seashore, then the car took them to the picturesque places of the green-covered mountains surrounding the seaside town. Having walked in the mountains, they descended to a mountain surrounded on all sides, hissing into the cove. Having undressed on a tiny beach, they were glaring naked, they began to caress each other on the sand washed by warm waves. Svetlana, looked with large blue eyes framed by blond curly hair in dark Andrew, breathing heavily, begged to deflate her right there on the sand sizzling with waves. All her requests were rejected, and she simply took in her mouth, covering her eyes and caressing her head with her tongue. Albina, on her stomach, sitting at her feet, stroked her mother with her tongue. Then she rolled over onto her back, picking up her widely spread legs under her knees, and accepted her favorite member, wrapping her legs and arms around Andrei’s envy of her mother.

The night went running through the fire of lanterns in the streets of the town.

- Dear ladies, for me, the eternal wanderer, it is not at all useful to be long in one place. Yes, sometimes dangerous. It is time to leave this hospitable gloomy castle and never come back here again. By selling it, I earn well. Andrei sighed about something looking into the night distance. You, dear ladies are free to leave me, having received a generous reward, or to remain, allowing me to dispose of your destinies at my discretion.

A light icy breeze swept through the room - chill over the skin.

The ladies looked at each other in disbelief, not expecting such a development of events.

- Andrei, we have to decide, give us time.

- Good. I do not rush you. I will ask about your decision later.

Cawing loudly, slamming into a dark glass with a ring, the crow losing feathers flew off the window.

- God, how awful! Svetlana touched her chest.

A rusty chain that rang out into the dark of the high ceiling quietly.

- Wind. Draft. I'll go drink - Andrew went to the dining room.

- Take a bath. What a surprise - Svetlana came out, leaving Albin alone.

Albina, left alone, looked into the mirrors and it seemed to her that something was wrong there. Seemed ?!

The girl depicted in a large old black and white photograph, attached to the mirrors, looked so much like her. So similar! I looked at her. She looked at her!

Big old watches in the living room began to beat the night time loudly.

In horror, she ran out. Yes, slipping on a steep staircase, flew down the corpse down, hitting it and filling it with blood.

The clock continued to strike.

Svetlana, sat in the bathroom filled with hot water, watering her hair with shampoo covered her eyes. And suddenly she felt how strong invisible hand, pressing on the head, put it under water! Choking on soapy water, she began to flounder, trying with her eyes covered with shampoo to see at least something. After a couple of minutes it was over.

The chimes of the clock echoed through the deserted castle.

Andrew, pouring whiskey, gulped the glass into his mouth. Yes, he choked, coughed, scratching his throat with his nails, fell on the carpet, after the cramps subsided, turned blue.

Many years have passed, three forgotten gravestones, in the old small cemetery in the corner of the garden they long ago looked down overgrown with moss. Only sometimes at night, in the old garden, and in the darkness of the hall, three whitish, almost indistinguishable shadows in the evening fog shimmer, scaring the grave chill of the new owners of the castle, completely different from other times not available to us.