The story I want to tell you happened to me recently. Just the other day.

I am 36 years old I work as a teacher at school. Divorced, children. You know how teachers earn in our country. On our salary not only you won't live, but also you won't pay for rent of the apartment. It's not a paycheck, it's a mockery. Therefore, many, like me, are forced to engage in tutoring.

I'm pretty good at it. The language is suspended, I know the material well, so there are no problems with customers. Most recently, the parents of the future final class asked me to speak to them at a meeting to decide whether their children should go to the teacher before the exam or will do.

I made, in the end, no skin off my nose. Had success and applause. A dozen people signed up for my class. Yeah, that's the smart guy. First of all, of course, I used my charm, because the audience was exclusively female, a little younger and older than me. I'm not handsome – a couple of extra pounds have, but the broad shoulders, erect and proud posture and piercing gray eyes but it got the job done. Oh yeah forgot to tell you, I'm just irresistible simple grey suit, which I wore specially for the performance.

Time inexorably and now it's time to work with children. I allowed parents to visit my apartment to see where their kindred blood will attain knowledge under my strict guidance. Took advantage of my proposal only two mothers, one of spite, and here is another …

Martynov Dima-a boy was a good, but not collected. I knew it perfectly well, since it was not the first year I taught him at school, and the statement of his mother Snezhana Leonidovna was not a revelation for me. I remembered that woman at the parents ' meeting. She smiled at me sweetly and asked many questions.

Probably, to complete the picture and create the right atmosphere it is necessary to describe it: medium height, slim, fit, around my age, blonde with a neat haircut under the caret. She visited me in the evening after class, apologizing and saying that, unfortunately, I could not get out of work earlier. I knew that Snezhana was a single mother and raised her son alone. I must say, it turned out this good. At least the guy didn't grow up to be a stupid brute. After seeing the room where it will engage her son, sitting at a table behind which he will write and setting me two dozen of meaningless questions, the woman awkwardly smiled and said that everything is pretty and she should go home. I walked her to the door and waited for Snezhana to pull on her cute dark blue boots with a neat heel. She did it a bit awkward and this is even blushing. I stretched out a spoon for shoes a couple of times fell out of her sleek handles, and the leg did not want to stay inside. Finally lost, she kindly smiled at me and waiting when I open the front door crossing the threshold. It turned out she was so-so.

Right boot heel caught the threshold, and Snezhana flew flat on the floor. At the very last moment I managed to catch it. That's just too much squeezed the left hand mothers and she onnov, pressed it to his chest. She even had tears under her eyes. How lovely. Like the kitten from the movie Shrek in the eyes looked.

Apologizing, I led her back to the apartment, closed the door, put on the nightstand and began to gently stretch his hand. For a reason. I can.

The woman first writhed in pain, and then began to smile. By her behavior, I realized that everything turned out as well as possible. Only now I noticed that Snezhana smelled very nice. I know each person has his own smell, but the few he mixed with spirits or some other feminine wiles gave a unique flavor. I drew him in with my nostrils unnoticed and immediately regretted doing so. Snezhana froze in place. Then jumped on the tables in the hallway and headed for the door.

I wanted to say to her and even took two steps after her. Probably planning on apologizing for his behavior. What the hell did I do, though?

In General, when this thought came to my head, I already crashed into a woman who turned to me sharply. Now it's my time to know that. Painfully hitting his nose on her forehead, I began to RUB it. I didn't even want to get a ripe plum on my face by tomorrow morning. Here there will be laughter.

I stopped rubbing my nose when I felt Snezhana kiss me on the lips. Tightly, passionately, playing with my tongue. I stared at her in surprise, and the woman again poured paint to the ends of her hair. To somehow smooth the situation, I also kissed her and felt her pressed against me with the whole body. Know so can cling only cats to his strange host.

"Uh, honey, you just haven't had sex in a while," I thought.

In General, I didn't mind, Snezana was a girl in all respects a pleasant, well-groomed. Though not beautiful, but quite pretty. I've never had sex with my students ' moms before. Not because that was not the case, but simply as something not wanted, but just then it happened and the planets were lined up thus …

After a couple of minutes we were in the bedroom, and I pulled off snow blue jeans and a green sweater. Under jeans it turned out to be an ordinary blue panties with doves bearing the olive branch, and under the sweater a bra with the breast of the second size.

We moved quickly and soon the clothes on us left, however, there is more initiative I showed than my partner. As soon as I pulled off her last piece of clothing, she buried her face in the crook of the elbow, hiding thus from me. Though his feet she pushed in front of me so that I without any problems could appreciate her inner world.

And look at what it was. In addition to a toned tummy with a small scar from appendicitis, I was instantly excited by one look at her pussy, which was shaved in such a way that the hairs bordered the lips in a circle, without getting out on the pubis. Their was more than enough, but they were there, where need, framing a cave. I knew that such a "hairstyle" is not so easy to do, and only to endure it is not given to each, because the hairs tickle the delicate flesh, climbing inside. What to say to me today got my favorite kind of intimate haircut.

By the way Boobs Snjezana have the Leonidovna, too, was beyond praise. Know other melons slightly elongated towards the bottom, but not lost, not beauty.

As if smelling bitch in heat, male, I brought his face to the female pussy, sniffing her. She was offered to run to the bath to wash, explaining that she went to the bathroom to pee a few hours ago, but I explained to the waiters that I like so much more. I hate the smell of fresh soap at the entrance to the vagina. Much nicer, a little noticeable, urine and secretions. What do you want? The natural fragrance of the female body excites many men, and much more expensive and useless aphrodisiacs.

In General, grunting with pleasure, I clung to her lower lips and began gently but passionately to work there tongue, while thrusting inside the first finger, and then two. The second hand I sometimes squeezed one of the Boobs, getting from this incomparable pleasure.

After a while Snezhana started crawling under me, clutching my head with her feet and trying to jump off my tongue. She accompanied these movements postanyvaniya and biting lips. The woman no longer covered her face, and clutching both hands in the sheet ruthlessly crumpled and tormented her.

After playing with her pussy and so and so: biting, sucking her in the mouth and pulling her lips, tickling the clitoris and urinary hole, pouring all abundantly with saliva, I turned the woman on her stomach. I must say, it's the three bears a little taken aback and she even tried to get off the bed.

Of course, I did not allow her to do it, it hurts to bite his ass. Spreading her buttocks, I looked at the ring of her anus, which glowed from my saliva. Like most women who gave birth, the skin around the hole was a darker color, but the hole itself was pretty. Tiny and with rays of folds around-like the sun.

I touched the pillow of the index finger of the anus and gently pressed it in a circular motion. Snezhana moaned and tried to to remove my hand from priests. Slapping her on the buttock, I plunged my finger into the body.

And here I was expecting a new surprise. Without resistance, I put my finger almost the entire length, not colliding with the muscles pushing me back. Whether peeping into the pillow Snejana so relaxed and plunged into the abyss of pleasure, or she was a big fan of anal sex and anal Masturbation. I was leaning more towards the first option.

She tried to drive me away from her hole again, but I disobeyed. I licked her ass tongue, inserting it inside, massaged the edge of the hole with your finger, slightly immersing it inside and pulling out. Then the finger became two and then three.

In the end, I had to think about myself. Turning the three bears into the back of me, wiggle your his cock in her volosin that framed the entrance, drove him inside.

Over the next five minutes, we were so active in intercourse (in another way it was impossible to call it, because we growled, moaned and pawed each other with such passion) that we were raining sweat. When I have a little having got a bit tired toppled back on the bed, my partner forgetting all confusion, let a long string of saliva flushed into my body and straddled me like a real cowgirl. That's just a member is not inserted into the vagina, and directly into his anus. He calmly entered it at full length, and my balls slapped her on the ass. The orgasm was just a space, and we have reached it at the same time.

In the morning I woke up in bed alone and nothing about my partner in my bachelor home did not remind. While there, smell the sheets still bore the aroma of her body. I was a grown man, but I have to say I was a little sad that it was over. At least write a note or something?

Then I again plunged into the work, lessons, curricula, filling out unnecessary forms and tables, twos, fives and an absolute lack of understanding of our needs from the management.

The routine made my memories a little more faded than they were that morning.

It's time for classes with Dima, which, of course, knew nothing and played the role of exemplary student. However, after the end of the lesson, the boy suddenly told me the following:

- Vyacheslav Igorevich me wildly uncomfortable, but my mom somehow told me to tell you that now the fee for tutoring will log you ... itself.

When the apartment door slammed behind Dima, I stood in the hallway looking at himself in the mirror and trying to gather my thoughts.

Tapping a bent finger on the surface of the glass, I asked myself:

- What do you say Padfoot, you rejoice or sad with this fact?