Vikins of the boobs, who were born from the maturing in her womb of the new power, went on in the same way to bright frustrations of Michael. Vika rested on her elbows and the temperature of her aft soski rubbed against the hairy hairy covering of the wing. She covered the eyes of the prostate and lightly stopped by biting her lip. There was no noise, no matter how much you wanted, just in the middle of the bedroom, with a closed door, our son slept. I looked at her beautifully from the southern heat and from the heat of the fucking body and grabbed the squirt of my half-length member. At the end, I didn’t want, even in the meantime, I waited for the main program: a evening cake with my wife, and I needed to save the libido and for it. When you are nearly forty, a man's strength is no longer common for my own people, I don’t have the same wagons of some kind in my life, and even in youth there is no difference in my health and wisdom.

Vika bit her lip on her stronger forehead, squeezed and silently barked. In Mikhail's hairy thighs a hot stream struck. Vika ended. Misha, too, has thickened the hardest, his frictions have accelerated. With a sigh of relief, he pressed himself to a large white boarder with my good one and a minute later came out of it, leaving behind it to the rest of his face with a black hole. After removing the supremacy, having taken a shower, having slept and pressing my hand to the prostration, Mihail withdrew from the room.

Vika was in the position of a reputable and sophisticated follow-up body.

- Go ahead, go for it.

- Neohotaaaa ... - she purrs softly, smiling fondly.

- But it is necessary, - I lead the first member.

Vika, ohaya, gets up and, wiggling wide hips, goes to the shower.
Pregnant wake up in her prudent, more preemptive, ready to jump on the first party that had returned. I have already been unable to satisfy her unattractive appetite and, as a person with business, I decided to monetise this slavery. It doesn’t have an extra payoff in the trip, I decided, because our summer holidays can be bought, and that is not enough to pay for it. Srok Vicki was nebolshoy, Nr uzhe preobrazil eo vneshne: nA litse zdorovy rumyanets, blagodarya usilivshemusya appetitu and tak eo nemalenkie okruglosti okruglilis and nalilis sokom escho silnee, grozya porvat dorogoe nizhnee belo Po shvam sverhu chto chto below. With myxiaxia, my constriction did not suffer that in my first crime, which I redeemed. In general, she was one of those rare female ex- emplarists, who were slanted by a perpetuating instrument, capricious and temporal in essence, and the cadets were paped, prudent and capricious.

* * *

By this summer we decided to put together our small fleeces for the first time. They had recently been knocked down two years later, and the children were already full of soot for the ride. But we all have decided not to torment them with long airplanes, moreover, that in our throes there is no inter- nal aerodortes, and that in order to fly for bulgaria, the needle and the clearer is a sharpener-clearer and a sharpened for a discourse. On the machine, do not stand in the stand on the heat in the safe tubes of more than a thousand kilograms of burning asphalt. We decided to ride the train. It is not a flatbed, of course, but a full-fledged CB, with air conditioning and a hot towel. Having asserted a short time, they have stayed on the Sochi, seeing how the city has become different after the Olympics and is preparing for a football champion. I was also in the aftermath of the inferior zero, and in the crown, in addition to our house, our own Ryazan kolkhoz and the favored dubov, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, in the cadel, the cadet, the cher, and the cadet of the cherish of the house, of the aperture, and the aus;

The rest is not in the Great Communion, and in Lazarevskoye, in a removable two-room apartment, rented to us by our new flagships. But to have a rest in Vik, start to get excited already on the train. In anticipation of the fire rest between the legs and the particular jagodites, an indescribable fire of love and desire began to burn in her.

Namely it is a fire and has brought us with Igor and Svetlana, the couple from the Community. They returned to their homes, to their native birth-city cities, and we traveled the same way.

* * *

Once we departed from our city, we heard a knock on the door and a pleasant woman's voice:

- You need to you?

Vika and I are being looked at, and I am transmitting:

- Yes.

The door opens. On the threshold of standing and smiling miniature milky brunette with a bottle of red wine in hand:

- Do you want to drink a good wine in a pleasant company?

- And what about the way? - Vika is surprised at the external suggestion.

- My husband has the day of birth, and the wagon, like a bad drink, does not drink! All family, with children. With Sam, Moscow doesn’t want to drink with him!

“So we too,” Vika points to Misha and Sasha, our sons, with loving eyes, staring with one large, wide-open eyes on an external porridge.

“Oi,” the guest wants to know, “I didn’t notice your kids!” What are some cute babes!

Misha and Sasha are smiling in the answer.

- Oh, what have I, forgot to pretend! Sveta.

- Vic.

- Vania. And this is Sanya and Mishan, our strength!

- Sanya and Misha will release the dispatch of the money, a? - lisped Sveta. Looks at Vika, - A mammoth will wait for you.

Vika agrees to release me, only for a short time. Let go through the wine glass and back - the barrel to the beloved.

- Oh, how good, that there is still on the light of those loving wives! - the dream of the downtrodden Svetlana, - I would never let go of my Game!

So we go to their coupe. On the threshold of us meets a low-profile broad-shouldered man, her husband:

“Well, finally,” he smiles pleasantly, “but then the trainee and the ulcers turned out, you understand, you can sip a good Italian wine, but you will not be able to get rid of it!” I am Igor.

- Ivan, you can simply Van.

- Very pleasant, sit down. Can, let's go straight to “you”, without waiting for broodors?

- Yes, please, since it will be forgiven.

The louvre opener opens a bottle of "Amaroon", razlivaet in usual green glasses:

- Alas, but in a train of another court it did not happen. But so fine wine can not be turned up with such little things, - replied Igor.

- Nothing, we are accustomed, - I smile in reply, - and not from such a trial.

They drank for Igor. He was in his thirtieth anniversary. He was guessed, and wicked indeed. I voobsche redko drink vino (predpochitayu Russian sorokogradusnuyu klassiku) and osnovnom verily, kakim ugostyat, a potomu razbirayus there slabovato, Nr IT'S proizvedenie italyanskih vinodelov deystvitelno bylo prosto chudesno: krasnoe, aromatnoe, sladko-terpkoe vino dostavlyalo neiskushennomu language chto verily with a tasteful taste, bright-red sparkling sparkles appealing to my tasteful recipers!

- And what about in the train and not so harshly, but not home, with his relatives and friends?

- Than the day before the evening was, and today it suffers from death. Here, a friend gave a good wine to the road, - Igor happily smiled and turned on his own bunk.

On Igor's blazing cheeks and glistening eyes, it was remarkable that he would begin to chant at the beginning of his journey. My thoughts set down two empty wine bottles filled with the table. Svetlana was the only shearer, smiling at me with her admiring light, lightly, smile. Even it has shown for a moment, that for this smile it is slightly more than simple hospitality.

The game turned out to be a hearty and multi-word pair. He zalivisto and volumelessly creased, telling me about every Sunday break. They denounced his birth day in the capital, at the Igor's servant. Enraged, as Igor expressed himself, from the soul, they danced too. Even the “garbage” was summoned, but in the results themselves joined to the whole of the whole. The game didn’t speak straight about it, but to his mind-boggled comments I came to the conclusion that besides drunkenness, the evening was something else. More often than usual happens to similar extraordinary events. So, what is not accepted to speak in a decent society. Already, he thoroughly described the wives of his servant, Olga, and a specially-appointed neighbor, Tolyan. Tania and Olya, from his own words, were those other deprivations, and their husbands were slaves to the rest of them, in difference from him. I rested on Sveta, but then I went on unabashedly to silence, saying my husband's words.

“It means, it is easy to say,” I thought, “and it was nothing that didn’t, because of the Light, he doesn’t express gratitude,” I concluded.

I added another guilt, we drank and he unexpectedly knocked me out of the way with his question: ...