I did not like to travel to the country, the TV and computer are not there, but the mosquitoes and the flies in full kit, and even snakes sometimes you can they crawl, confusing my composure. And frogs and toads? I understand the character of Daniel Troickogo major Kamenskaya, who can not stand this kind of communication with nature. But that had and no matter what, very nice. And I wanted no part of it...
At 4 o'clock after work I had to go-my wife and daughter on the ticket of the trade Union Committee went to the sanatorium, so do not throw the same cottage-everything will dry up. And at 7 o'clock in the evening - on the last bus hammered with a chock. I managed to get into the corner-here blows from the window of the last window and lean back on the wall. See here barely breaks such an elegant young lady of about 35-4o, spicy, short hair, and behind her a young man. Stretching out her hand, I literally drew her to him, face to the window, and the guy climbed to the handrail, becoming her face. More=less, but at the next stop got even gardeners and the lady pressed me specifically, as they say. Well if that's the case, then at least to diversify the trip, I lowered my hand down her round buttocks, closed tacu skirt, was in my palm. I began softly stroking and squeezing her supple ass, enjoying the permissiveness-the girl couldn't and to make a point and move away. And suddenly she just threw back his head and put on my chest-Sharman, she doesn't mind or even like her? Then the light fabric of the skirt quickly under my palms crawled up and I'm already stroking her on the delicate fabric of panties-even the heart was knocking faster and louder! Her buttocks so wonderfully springy in my palm, I squeezed and released and they played in my hands, bringing me very naughty fun.
They got off at the bus stop before me, a girl, or rather a young lady, waved to me, leaving. The next day we drove together to the cottage, talking. Now I looked-a girl more than forty, closer to forty-five, but the figure! And the young man is her son, they go together and live together. Well, in the evening, after seven o'clock a little dark, obviously going to rain and in the intimate half-light of the bus I'm pretty cheeky stroking her ass and chest. I specifically was inflamed, and then they leave, right at the door, just a wall of rain.
- Pass still a stop, - I advised.
They passed, no rain, we jumped together and I invited them to my house -the rain apparently "chased" after us. We managed to jump into my entrance and then thundered-hissed, the storm terrible and heavy rain. I invited them to his home, saying no one, we have to help each other in difficult times. Laughed, joked and agreed.
My wife left the sea for me, so we had a good snack, and when the rain and the storm were over, it was already night in full swing. I invited them to stay, lots of room, three rooms all the same, and in the morning and I have to work, and then again to the cottage in the heat to water, so everything will burn.
That surprised me, so after a shower they went together-Sharman! quietly listened, and here hi-this quiet shadow sailed Larisa. We still with an hour frankly talked.
The son of her 17 years, and he just looks so grown-up. Funny as it may seem, he has to be "sprinkled", and he, like his prodigal daddy, who escaped to nowhere ten years ago-falls asleep only after a Blowjob or anal. Well, I caressed her tight body, stuck his hand in her panties and received full consent with my actions. Soon I lay between her long thin legs and gladly hammered into her, oddly enough, tight vagina. Well, she asked me to finish her hot whisper in her ass, which I did with great pleasure. And then the lady swam to her offspring.
In the evening we again settled in the corner of the bus and I, again excited by her charms, lifted her light skirt and Larissa, lowering her symbolic panties, began to crumple and stroke her elastic ass, quietly baldeya from the silky hot skin of her buttocks. So this trip was very nice, but from the meeting, she declined, citing son and his eccentricity.
So, check out the "evening of the horse" with our villas, I am very hot Polska in the wild cramped ass Larissa, lubed her tight hole laid up with vaseline and inserted it in your head
"old friend." The bus rocked on the road and also rocked and I moving in the ass ladies and having fun. I finished, clenching my teeth and moaning softly. Then, pulling out his limp and happy cock, I pulled up her panties and dropped her skirt. And Larissa turned and winked, whispered in parting, - "my Son is so baldeet from my moans. I'm high too, it's okay." It turned out, she whispered to this hefty boy in the ear, what happens to her ass, and he was then very excited and running, with a member who rose from this, on a date to his girlfriend. And if she did not, mother "rescued lubimoe his offspring with his magic mouth. How many more wondrous works in our lives and her intimate details!
So I went the whole month until the arrival of his wife, now she began to ride, while I stayed at home, doing lessons daughter. But one day I made a small discovery - the panties of his wife, thrown in the bathroom after her shower after giving, were wet from behind and clearly smelled of sperm. It seems that she was in the crush of the bus getting pleasure from an invisible partner in the form of anal sex. Well, okay-then she's in our bed was completely relaxed after the trip
allowed me and oral and anal sex. But if her panties were dry-I have a "span". So everything is relative!