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My mom has a birthday in the summer and we decided to celebrate it at the cottage. Our cottage was located far from the city in the now abandoned village. It was the home of my husband's ancestors. Small renovated and well maintained house. The old orchard, planted by my husband's grandfather in general, was prepared for the rest of the city.

I am back from the army. Two years is unknown for what and why. In the distance, on the "kilometer", without a normal life. We have a family holiday. I wish I was at home. After all the goons, I rest and give in to laziness. And looking for adventure. Maybe yes, no, no, no. I do not know how in other families, but as far as I remember, my mother always washed me. That was when I was little, and that was when I grew up. I did not pay attention to this. It was so. In our family is male. I, younger marriage and father. And the same moment, if I need to wash my back, I always call my mother. Like all other family members. And this time, I called my mother, as if nothing had happened. I do not know, or army melancholy, or not secretly unbuttoned mom's robe, but when she washed my back I got a member. Previously, this has never happened when my mother washed me. I didn’t even think about my mother as a sexual object. And here it is. Mother noticed this too and only smiled. After that, she didn’t just say “You need a girl. And that kind of good disappears.

This is a true story, so do not specify the names and the name of the city. It happened when I was 18, and my mom was 42, and it started ... When I was 18, I accidentally found the erotic magazine of my parents, this find literally turned me over from the inside. At home I was completely alone, my parents worked from morning to night, for me every such day was a real holiday, I was left alone with images of naked women. I looked at them, admired them, not some force could not tear me away from it. I even had a rule, as soon as I stayed at home myself, I immediately took off all my clothes, and walked naked around the apartment, I really liked it and excited my imagination even more.

Morning. I wake up with a late winter dawn and understand that today is the very day. Silence reigns in our three-room apartment. Relatives and friends went to work and institutions. Now in the house only me and mom. I am a freelancer and I don’t hurry to work, and my mother’s first day of vacation. I get up, and as I was sleeping, in my shorts I head for the toilet, pour it off in the morning. Then I go into the bathroom and carefully wash my unit: it will come in handy today. Through the dimly lit corridor, I go to my mom's room and quietly open the door.

I was 18 years old with Vovka. Like all the young guys, we had our own problems, the girls who did not give us, the studies with which we always had problems and constant zadrotstvo in online games that we were fed up with, but we were all attracted by our lights. This is not about the conversation now. Once, Vova decided to run to me to pick up the next synopsis that the local botan gave us to write off. I was not at home, and the door was opened by my mother, who thought that I had come, so I did not bother about clothes. Mom was wearing a long men's T-shirt, through which looked through her large breasts. The fact that there was no bra on it drove my friend into a stupor, and in a timid voice he asked

Zhenya's mom — I called her Aunt Vika — was completely different from all the other moms I knew. She didn’t go around the house in a dressing gown, but in dresses and high heels, she always smelled of perfume, and her brown hair was dressed in a beautiful hairstyle. As I understand, that summer, when all this happened, she was 35 years old, and to me, at my 15, she seemed, of course, a little old, but still very attractive. Zhenka and I studied in different schools and met at a training in hand-to-hand combat, which we both engaged in.

Hello. My name is Alena. I am 41 years old. We live with my son together. I have never before the incident with us looked at his son as a man, he was only 18 years old. But one day the following happened ... My friends and I made a hen-party at work - we celebrated the birthday of one of our colleagues. After work we sat in a cafe and celebrated, the benefit of tomorrow was a day off. On this day, I felt that I was very drunk and went home. When I got home at about ten in the evening, I saw that my son was sitting in his room and playing computer. I told him that I went to bed. Going into my room, I undressed, threw a nightie over my naked body and went to bed.

The meeting was coming to an end. I sat and thought, who needs them, these meetings? It would soon end ... but it turned out that our commander-in-chief wants to tell our parents something else about our life. Although he was now renamed the “deputy commander of the unit for educational work,” still, all the old jokes about the political politicians are suitable for him. We'll have to suffer.

It was a hot summer, a time of love and sex with a sea of ​​hot, naked girls, summer cafes with live music and unmeasured quantities of beer that never seemed to end. Summer is also a time for gardening, and a good third of the city simply lived in gardens or often stayed there. We also went to the garden in the bath. It was very convenient, our garden was just outside the city just forty minutes away. It was located in the old gardening of rebuilding times, lived long ago, cozy, with all the comforts, well, there is water and light, real gardening, beautiful and green covered with garden trees and shrubs overgrown long ago. Houses in gardening were one more comfortable than the other, because they were long ago completed and rebuilt many times. And all the neighbors knew each other and talked as if they lived nearby.

We live in a large three-room apartment. Our home is very cozy and beautiful. In all the rooms, in the kitchen in the bathroom and toilet, everything was done for the home, for life, joy and family happiness. And our family was happy. Mum and dad lived together for 20 years. They had me - an 18 year old son and my 19 year old sister, who did not live with us now, but lived with her fiancé and was not going to go back to live at home. Dad was a master at the factory, mom worked there as a personnel manager. They were 40 years old and they loved each other, quarreling very rarely, and then rather out of boredom than for serious reasons. Dad was fit, taller than average, vigorous and confident man.

There was a period in my life when I was working as a student in one of the travel companies, an instructor-guide. The work is quite hard, but interesting, if you know how to do something with your hands, sociable, cheerful, have a sense of humor and a great cheerfulness. Otherwise, it is not a job, but hard labor. Judge for yourself. It is necessary to know the area of ​​the tourist route very well, not just to navigate what is located, but to know exactly. Features, entertaining and amazing places, entertaining stories associated with these places, to know the places of convenient parking, where there are no huge numbers of mosquitoes, bears and other taiga delights that are not necessary for urban residents. In addition, one must be able to light a fire when it is raining, to dry things in unceasing rain, to cook on a fire, to build a hiking bath, to operate a canoe, to repair a boat engine, to be able to rock-climb and other skills. And not only to be able to, but also to teach others. And all these works need to be done cheerfully and energetically, constantly smiling and joking, so that with their appearance and humor we can cheer on soaked through, frozen to death, frightened tourists. Otherwise, the tour will not succeed and can not see the prize. In general, that's such a job.

- Hey! Hey! - I calmly stood in the queue and did not immediately realize that they were addressing me. And it is difficult to guess from the impersonal "hey" that it is you who is called. People in the bar enough. - A glass of light and a liter with you. - The phrase I threw to the bartender coincided with another shout, to which something was added, - Hey! Igor, fuck! Ah, this is for me. And I recognized the voice ...

I married Tanya three years ago. He knew that she was weak on the front end, that she had quite a few partners before me, but the love of evil, and who is our sinner? But what kind of sex with her .... I did not have a better girl. Blowjob, anal and classic, everything is at the highest level and what is most important for me is that she herself is incredibly pleased. The beauty of her god did not hurt the sweet, slim, short blonde with big green eyes, a neat nose and plump, depraved lips. Now I am 35, she is 27, but our sex is regular and quite diverse.

This is a real story that happened to me about seven years ago. I work as a truck driver. Once on the track picked up a beautiful girl. We met. She asked: -Can you call from your phone, or else my phone sat down? -Of course. I called. -Can I see your pictures? -Not there should be indecent, and I will be ashamed.

I went to the secretary. - Hello. - walked over to Alena, kissed her on the cheek. He gestured to the chef's door. - Got it? - No, and probably will not be. Until the end of the working day left half an hour. And he just left. - So are you free? - Not yet. Surely they will still call. Can't you wait half an hour? - Then go, sit in his chair. It hurts him so much. - Come on. I also love to sit on your lap in that chair. If anything, I can answer calls from his office.

This story is about how a relationship with my wife grew into insane lust. Her name is Ira. Red-haired, blue-eyed, medium build girl. We met while still in our teens. Ira was 14, I was 16. We almost immediately began to meet, and also quickly turned out to be in the same bed, or rather the staircase of the staircase. She was my first. Because she deftly did everything, it was immediately clear that she had the experience and it almost did not embarrass me. Before her, I had perhaps petting and oral sex with girls, but she changed everything. We fucked like rabbits, at every convenient occasion, and during the whole time of that relationship, we have never used a rubber band, PPA and period. Irka always sucked so sweetly, and I finished in her mouth.

My name is Ivan, my wife Yulia, we can say swingers under duress. A year after the wedding, my wife and I decided to go to rest on the lake in a small town. We came there rented accommodation, we planned to spend a week there, we paid daily rent every day from the evening, but an unpleasant situation happened, late in the day when the sun was setting we decided to go swimming on the lake itself, we were alone on the beach we had a good time, got a little drunk champagne, but as they returned to the shelter they found that they had robbed us, stole all the money and some things.

Everything that I tell was in fact. My wife is a very beautiful girl with a beautiful figure, and she also knows how to dress with taste. All my friends and strangers men want her. And even my friends. She knows about it and she likes it. Sometimes it gives them such pleasure. On one such case, I will tell you now. It was at the apartment of one of my friends named Zakhar. There were four of us: me, Zakhar, Lesha and Ivan. We are young, we had nothing to do, and we just drank and watched different videos. Of course, when watching, we paid the most attention to porn. This excited us, although we did not show this frankly. Then my wife called and said that she was coming. Well, let him come, especially she does not interfere with us, the evening was just beginning.

Frost on the street was just the way they portrayed in a movie. Quiet leisurely snow streaks the ground. The nose tingles slightly, but in warm clothes it is cozy, comfortable and you can spend more than one hour on the street before you start to freeze. It was evening and covered, already becoming grayish drifts, clean snow glistened and shimmered in the light of street lamps and passing cars. But with all the romance of the weather and the inclination of Andrey to walk at such a time, there was no desire to spend the night outside. He hesitantly hesitated on the threshold of a neat two-story house, thinking about what to say to his mistress, from whom he had left two hours ago.

I read many stories about how people share their wives or about sex with other couples. I also decided to talk about how I met with such a couple. Wandering on the Internet in search of a partner for a fun pastime led me to one of the sites where, it is not strange, a man wanted to meet me. During the dialogue, he suggested that I meet with his wife, but one of the conditions was his presence during sex. At first, I was a little embarrassed by this prospect, since I had no such experience. When he sent me a photo of his wife, then doubts evaporated by themselves. For starters, I set a condition, meet in a cafe and meet.