- If she died, it would not be so offensive. - I left with my neighbor Matvey to live in the city ... I left the letter, that's it. I can read ...
“Well, if it's not a secret, read it,” said Lydia, confused, continuing to hold the coveted jar in her hand. - Sit down to the table ...

Throwing on her robe and putting the jar on the window-sill, she sat down next to Kuzma. He, taking from a pocket a sheet of paper written in large text, stammered out, began to read:
“Dear Kuzma, forgive me, but I can no longer continue to live with you. All fifteen years of our life with you, I tolerated your huische, as I could. Now, Lidka, to whom you ran, let him suffer, and I and Matthew found my female happiness. I sent the children to my mother. I will live with Matthew in the city. Do not look for me, I will not return to you. We have love and union with Matthew, and I part with no regret with you, a strangled, overwhelmed half of the women of our village. Goodbye!".

In the hut came the silence. Finally, Lydia broke the silence and asked:
- And where did Matthew's wife look? ..

- Maria was glad to leave Matthew ... Even when they were living together, it was enough for Matthew to go on a flight, so the men of the nearby timber industry enterprise began to walk in pairs to her ... , decided to take revenge, and went to his wife ... Maria immediately dispersed the whole gang of fumblers and clutched at me with a dead grip. But I immediately felt the difference between the wives. I never had such an insatiable woman. I left her crawling about on all fours ... She told me that she had rabies uterus ... And she herself seemed to be mad ... When Matthew left with my Tatiana, she thought I would come to her , but I always loved only you ...

“Well, but what is Masha doing now,” Lydia asked playfully, stroking Kuzma’s knee, where the head of an excited member was felt under the trousers.

- I heard that she went to Belgium and works there in a brothel ...

Telling all this, Kuzma launched his hand under the dressing gown of Lydia. Fingers slid over the thigh and hit the very center of the razomlevshego vagina. Lida slightly oyknula, but with an effort of will forced herself to move away from Kuzma.

- Eh, Kuzma, used for you, but I’m afraid - there will be a daughter Marusya ...
- And do not be afraid - come on, there will be a son Nikolay ...
- I’m about forty years old, and give you a blowjob ...
- I'll put my dick on the plinth, I will do cunnilingus ... Our life will be wonderful ...
- Well, then, I agree on everything ...

It was similar to the duet of Odarka and Karas from the opera Semen Gulak - Artemovsky “Zaporozhets beyond the Danube”, but everything here was without tears. Lida, having appeared on Kuzma on the bed, wanted to throw her legs on his shoulders herself, but when she saw the impressive manhood aimed at the bottom of her stomach, she remembered bagels ... Fortunately, I recently bought a couple of kilograms in a general store.

“Wait,” she said, slipping out from under his massive body. - I instantly ...

A jar of fat turned out to be very helpful, and she, going up to Kuzma, who was lying upside down, put a three donut on a stick sticking a dick, but when she sat on it and tried it on, she understood - a bit too much ... One took off ...

The old grandfather Yegor, who was in charge of the general store, heard voluptuous moans coming from the courtyard of Lydia Nikolaevna, having lit a cigarette, thoughtfully concluded:

- Again Lidka their cats kicked out of the hut. Now they will yell all night ... No matter how how, but it is March in the yard ...