My wife is a doctor and , of course, annually celebrates the work of their professional holiday "Day of the doctor". I especially remember one of those days. On an impromptu corporate wife went alone - I was left with my son at home, he was only 4 years old, and leave with no one. Late at night, putting his son to sleep , I told him a story and making sure that he fell asleep, went to the balcony to smoke. It was a beautiful June evening, the sun had set and the air was cool at night after a hot day. We lived then in a one-room apartment on the second floor of a panel dvenadtsatietazhki. From the balcony was visible passage to the neighboring yard, but the car drove through it very rarely. Therefore, staying right under our balcony taxi interested me - from this place to our yard and to the next was equally far away and wait here for the passenger or Vice versa to land - just silly. Watching the car I noticed that the car takes some sort of fuss, heard strange noises and creaking. The car stood there for fifteen or twenty minutes, I began to think it was suspicious and I began to think-not to go out for a walk and look out the window of the car, when suddenly the front passenger door opened and a curly female head popped out of it. I heard, that girl that the studiously spits out. From the height of the third floor was hard to see, but appeared white on the pavement spitting awakened imagination... And what else can a girl spit after half an hour sitting in a taxi?... Probably paid off a blow job with a taxi driver...

Fantasies played out more and from the fact that the hair and hair color of the girl from the taxi were the same as my faithful, but this girl was dressed in some kind of white cloak, and my wife went to the carpenter in red trousers and a red blouse. I tried to see the girl's face-I want to know in the face of a Blowjob lover-but to no avail, the girl disappeared in the car, the door slammed shut, the car started and quickly drove off in reverse in the direction of our yard. What a number! So the nipple is my roommate... I wish I could see his face... At least I got a good look at the Cape. White cloak, too, not a bad luck... I thought. You have to find out who that is... With such thoughts I stood on the balcony and would meet someday with this pacifier from the cab... about five minutes later I heard the doorbell ring, I threw a cigarette from the balcony and ran to open the door. Turning castle pondered whether to tell my wife about what I saw, and I decided that I should keep quiet. He opened the front door and froze - his wife was standing in front of me in his medical gown, worn over his trousers and blouse...