I was about to finish Aminat in my mouth when I sounded intercom. From surprise, the girl released a member from her mouth and the first, especially powerful from the excitement and long abstinence, the jet of sperm slapped her straight across the face. It whipped, drawing a whitish stream from a thick eyebrow to the upper lip on her dark face.
- What are you doing? - Aminat screamed, bouncing on the other side of the bed and wiping her face with her palm. And I continued to finish, helping myself with my hand. Sperm no longer reached the darkness, and fell on a sheet, stained family bed Kushhovs. While I hastily put myself in order, Aminat rushed around the bedroom like a wildcat. Pulling the laundry off the bed, she threw it into the basket and began vigorously pushing me in the back:
- Hurry, she will now open her key.

Jumping out the door, I ran up half a floor and leaned against the wall. My heart was beating wildly. From below heard the steps. Someone stopped at the door of the apartment I had just left and knocked vigorously. He clicked the lock and immediately heard the rough, smoky voice of Saikhat Galimovna. Aminat was guilty of answering her mother-in-law with her thin voice. Having exchanged a couple of phrases in their native language, the women entered the apartment. I wait for loyalty a couple of minutes and go down. Well, that guessed to leave the car at a nearby house! Hands are shaking so that it was not immediately possible to insert the key into the ignition lock. I taxi on a lively avenue, focusing on driving, it helps to calm down, calm jitter. Quietly passing the checkpoint and in a few minutes I park in the usual place near the headquarters. I smoke. I still have about an hour of time and I mentally return to the events a year ago, where it all began.

The jubilee of the battalion commander was celebrated on Friday in the officer’s canteen. People mixed up. Here are officers with warrant officers and relatives. Everyone is drinking and having fun. As always, dancing contests. Only to me sadly. I hate this crowd, and for that there is a reason. From tonight to Monday morning I have a leave. My friend and fellow countryman Max is waiting for me at his apartment, we agreed to go to the club. In the commander's UAZ in the back seat is a package with a citizen. It remains only to breed these drunken pigs home. This is the request of the battalion commander, it differs little from the order. Yes, in fact, the same order is. The combatant is thumping and having fun with the guests, I am his driver, which means that a free taxi. Finally, by midnight I went to the last flight. He was the first to bring a political officer to the private sector. Now
there are only two passengers left. Stopped at a high new building to disembark the birthday man.
- You took the package that you collected? - The third time asked the lieutenant colonel. I nodded. Combat put a cigarette in his mouth. He was very loose, but I helped him stay on his feet.

- Ok, let go. Gone. Rest, only without incident. Senior Warrant Officer do not forget to deliver. - He laughed, already approaching the entrance.
Five minutes later, I braked in the yard of an old Khrushchev and turned back. Nachprod Sayhat Galimovna slept, her head hanging on her chest. A few drops of saliva fell on the uniform blouse. Lit up, I looked at it for a minute. She was a woman of about forty-three. Tall, thin. With bony long legs and small breasts. How much I did not see her, she was always in shape, which, by the way, she was very fit. She was in her now. Black hair the color of a raven's wing Saikhat collected in a ponytail. Her swarthy face and “aquiline” nose, along with her slightly cheekbones prominent on her thin narrow face, gave her a resemblance to a gypsy, which of course she was not. Perhaps it could be called pretty if it were not for sticking forward, like a horse, smoked yellow large teeth, which she hid, constantly pressing her lips, which is why her face always had some stubborn, unapproachable expression.Perhaps that is why she rarely smiled.

Despite the fact that Saikhat, as I well knew, loved to drink and often a lot, her face did not have these disgusting traces of alcohol abuse. Her nickname was Sokha, as soldiers and officers called her among themselves. But no one would ever dare to call her that way in the presence of her son Ruslan, a gloomy look of fellow who also served in our unit under contract. Well, it's time to wake the sleeping beauty. Throwing a last look at her bare knees, I went out into the air. He opened the back door and gently shook her shoulder. She immediately opened her eyes as if she had not slept. She looked at me indifferently, fumbled her cap and got out of the car. She shook herself, straightened her skirt and asked:
- Have a drink?

I nodded. For me, the metamorphosis that occurred with Sokh did not come as a surprise, during which she turned from a strongly drunk woman into an adequate personality acting according to circumstances (a feature common to all ensigns and a woman is no exception), nor is this question addressed to me. Everyone knew that Soha loves to drink and can drink a lot, not really drunk. Which she showed now.

I stretched out my hand and took the package given to me by the battalion commander from the back seat and asked:
- What, right here?
Saihat stole a glance around.
- And what's in there? - And opened the package. I also looked in. Two bottles of vodka, a packet of juice, a bottle of wine, a stick of sausage, some other kind of food in bundles.
- Wow. Come on, come to me in ten minutes. Thirteenth apartment. Just do not talk then, understand?
I nod again. What is clearer? Almost eight months behind the wheel commander UAZ. Saw command parts in different views. Only a fool must be explained that you must be able to keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, the moment you take off. In your place there is a wish.

For ten minutes, I managed to drive off the UAZ to the parking lot, change into a citizen and call Max from my machine gun to stay. During this time, Saikhat managed to change into her home and even wash her hair - sat in a bathrobe with a towel over her head and smoked. There was a coffee table in front of the couch, on which she had already arranged to place glasses and plates with sliced ​​bread, sausage and cheese.
- Sit down. - She slapped the sofa next to her.
I knew. that she lives alone and without fear went into the room and sat down. We drank. I started a casual conversation about this and that. As with many officers and warrant officers of the unit, I was with Soha for a long time on a short leg, so I did not experience any timidity or excitement. Saikhat asked about her hometown, her relatives, and plans.
- You eat, eat. Hungry after all.

Looking askance at her, I noticed that when she stretches her right arm forward, slightly bending down at the same time, a part of her small dark-skinned chest becomes visible. To have fun, I set myself a goal - to see her boobs in full and began to peek around there. And when she once again began to pour vodka, she opened! A small strong cone crowned a large brown nipple the size of almost with a phalanx of a finger. And he stood! I watched, unable to look away, feeling a light pleasant languor in the groin. Raising my head at last, I suddenly stumbled upon Saihat's mocking glance. I immediately realized that I was caught. Blushing, I just licked my dry lips. Without a word, she showed me with her eyes on my glass. I slowly drank, ate. She also continued to mock me. And then something quite unexpected happened. Saikhat calmly opened her robe on her chest and said in an even voice:
- Well, so you can see better?

As if spellbound, I looked at a couple of small pointed knolls, unable to say a word. Only swallowed saliva.
- Well why are you quiet? Do you like?
- Yes. - Finally I said. - They are wonderful. - And it was true.
- Then what are you waiting for?

I have already coped with myself and I did not need to repeat it twice. Urcha, like a kitten, I wrapped my nipple with my lips, pressed it with my tongue to the sky. At the same time grabbed his hand on the other boobs.Leaning back on the couch, Saikhat stroked my head, encouraging my actions and moaning with pleasure. I sucked her nipples in turn, pulling at their lips, then kissed her lips and neck, while at the same time naminaia ...

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