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In front of me appeared her big breasts with large red nipples and white panties shifted to the left and not covering her moist, clean shaved pussy ... I opened my pants and dumped my cock right in front of her face, do you want your mom to suck you? My name is Andrey. I am 18 years old. But I am excited by women older than me from 24 to 45 years ...

Once a design institute, in which my mother worked, organized a regular field trip. This kind of vacation, now called corporate, was very popular in the Soviet era. Then I was probably eight or nine years old, so I remember well how we traveled to rivers and lakes, and this time to the largest and most popular lake in the suburbs of Alma-Ata, Kapchagai. The institute hired service buses that took us to a wonderful sandy beach. As always, on such trips, adults prepared themselves a snack and began to have fun in their own way. I met a boy named Kostya, and we quickly found something to do. Of course, we swam, and in the intervals between bathing we built “towns” on the sand, caught small fish and shrimp in cans with small holes in the lid, ran along the shore in search of lizards. It was probably half a day behind such exercises, before my eyes suddenly caught one small detail - there were no bottoms on Kostya.

During the Christmas sales, I worked as Santa Claus at a local supermarket. In general, this year was terribly bad for me. My wife, with whom we lived for almost twenty years, went to a younger guy, I was fired to reduce staff, and for a snack, the doctor said that I had high blood pressure (I wonder why this is so?). And believe me, the last thing I dreamed about was to work as Santa - to give joy and fun to a bunch of nasty young ones. But there was nothing to choose from, I needed a job. Any. The first working day was awful. My whole body itched from a damn suit, my hair from a fake beard strove to get into my mouth, but, fortunately, I met someone who had given me a festive mood.

When I came to the institute, I realized that I was already late even for the third couple. After yesterday's booze, my head ached a little, and I simply had no strength to get up earlier. It is useless to come to our lecturer after the start of the lesson — it will not let you in anyway, so I went to pass the time in our cafe. It was about half past twelve, and people began to gather in the cafe. The festive spring mood somewhat overshadowed the upcoming summer session, but nevertheless it almost did not affect the faces. To recover, I took a cup of coffee and sat down at a free table.

That day, in spite of the good weather, I did not make any attempts to get out of bed, which Kate was very pleased with, as it completely coincided with her desires. We basked in our cozy bed until the evening, smoothly rolling into the night. We caressed, made love, played with each other, did each other massages, went to the kitchen in turns for various goodies and fed them to each other, made love again ... Katya was lying by the wall, and I stroked her hand, nuzzling her nose in her shoulder while enjoying her smooth, velvety skin and her scent. But then she lifted the blanket with her hand and began to climb over me.

Hello, all zoosex lovers! Until a certain point in my life, I did not know that I belong to this category of people too. But everything is in order. My name is Elena, I am 40 years old, my husband has died. The only son married and lives separately. We never had animals in our family, because we lived all our lives in the city, in an apartment. Where are you going to start a dog, and I'm allergic to cats.

I woke up when the numbers on the clock showed 4 o'clock. NDA ... It would not be bad to do the cleaning in her three-room apartment, otherwise it was Friday and there was confusion all around. In general, while I was cleaning, evening came quietly. Today was a very fun lesson - the test of new developments in the field of intimate toys. Our laboratory was located on the ground floor, or rather, in the basement of the house where I live, but nevertheless, there was always a cozy and good repair.

I came home after work late at night. To my indignation, my husband Victor was sitting at a table with some kind of ambal more like a gorilla than a person. They drank vodka and played cards. I must say that my husband is a very reckless person, and when in our country there existed a casino, I could easily lose my entire salary in one evening, so I immediately noticed that there was no money on the table - it means they are playing for fun. My mood was lousy. At work they exhausted them, and then he also brought some husband into the house, but he didn’t want to make trouble, that's why I clenched my teeth in silence and sat down at their table.

- Will you, will you still do that? - the man has grown angry and has thrown the Amusement of the Fun on the table. He pressed his hand on his back and slapped on the ass. And he grins, shakes his hand - so he didn’t like the trick of the Fun! The fun came out. She laid her cheek against the table, one arm bent at the elbow and her nails dug into the wood. And the other - at first it was hard to make our way, and then, finally, stretched along the body. I put my finger on a tense knob in my pants ... And then I understood Zabava, that the eggs are man-like, ready to jump out.

It was already dark. I slowly walked home. My head was still a little dull after a good evening with friends, so maybe my imagination played up somewhere, alcohol did its work somewhere, but the story I want to tell you didn't begin with me. Oh, not at all. None of this would have happened, would not have taken place and could not have, if not for her. Devil was good, very good. Lush, flowing hair gently falling on her shoulders. Incredibly feminine facial features and complementary to all this, for my taste, almost perfect body. And at that moment, notice, I was still sober. I do not know who invited her. I do not know who came with her or maybe she was alone, but almost the entire evening since her appearance, my thoughts were occupied only by her. As soon as I didn’t dodge to get her attention on myself - and that’s that. And nothing. Zero attention. It only remained to have a good drink of unrequited love, which I actually did.

A string of assorted jeeps with a loud roar rode along the coast of one of the most beautiful lakes in the world. Mountain Lake Issyk-Kul. The water shimmered bright colors, playing in the sun. The hot sun mercilessly scorched. Sanya was sitting next to me at the wheel of his Defender and monotonously told about the advantages of his diesel engine over a gasoline engine. For several years he was fond of jeeps, went to various competitions, constantly reworked something in his iron horse and considered himself one of the adherents of the sect of jeepers. I was here almost an occasional guest, although I bore the proud title of navigator.

I was driving home from a party - drunk and excited. The whole evening, the landlord and I crumbled in the corner, but we didn’t go beyond petting, simply because there was no place to fuck. My lips were burning with passionate kisses, lights danced in my eyes, and an irritated clitoris languidly wailed in anticipation of detente. I only thought about how I would come home and get my favorite vibrator. Carried away by this thought, I impatiently fidgeted my ass on the seat of a city bus.

I've been following her for two weeks now. Sweet, beautiful girl. Taking up this case, I assumed that she was a spoiled bitch. Still, at such money. The representative of the golden youth, burning like a carefree moth their lives. Thinking that everything is allowed to her and everything is possible. No, Lyuba Isayeva turned out to be very modest if this word is appropriate for a girl driving a convertible on a black Mercedes, dressed in the most expensive boutiques and never holding anything heavier than a pair of books. Luxury is perceived by her as a given. For her, this is - a given, since childhood setting. Modesty is manifested in the other. There is no contempt and boasting, as a rule, inherent in the people of this circle. She does not put herself higher and does not consider herself better than ordinary people. Her friendliness and goodwill, disarm. The more I watch her, the more I find attractive. Not just attractive, damn it, she is beautiful.

Night city, empty streets, lonely beautiful girls who are trying to get to the house all alone, where no one can help them if they are suddenly attacked and raped, yeah, how I like this verb-raped, I adore my hobby, I enjoy women's screams, I’m the one they are afraid of, fragile, tender, weak, women’s bodies, unable to protect themselves, that’s why I’m looking for them) welcome to the female hell of suffering and torment, tears, sadness and fear, violence and humiliation. But you will probably be wondering how I lived to see this, and why I like it all ... I will tell you how it all began ...

I want to tell you about how once a crowd of guys in a student hostel raped me in all my holes, letting me in a circle and not only with members! This story happened to me when I arrived, and applied to a prestigious institute. I was sent to one of the student hostel for the time of the exams. I am a pretty, attractive, leggy girl. Such an entrant immediately noticed. Soon I already knew all the people on my floor. And here passes my first math exam, and I look forward to the result. Then the guys came with champagne, began to cheer, to say that I would definitely have five, and they would be happy to study with me at one university. When the champagne was over three students went for wine, leaving me with two of my friends. I don’t remember what we chatted with them there, but soon one sat down closer to me and began to stroke my knees. I silently removed his hand, I thought his friends saw and would make a remark to him now, but I made a remark about rudeness and coldness. Their hands began to reach out to me, touch and stroke me. I wanted to get up and go out, but they rudely restrained me. Of course, I could scream, break out and run away, but for some reason, such insolence of the guys excited me and could not resist.

Opening the swimming season for me is always a holiday. At the end of April, I usually watch the weather forecast with aspiration. And whether the water will be warm, and whether the dibilny jellyfish will come up, and not to dump the sewage system onto the beaches, these burning questions have occupied me the whole past week. These, and even buying a new swimsuit. As a rule, at this time of the season in stores prices are crazy, and the choice, by the way, is small. But I firmly decided - by all means today, today, I buy a swimsuit and go to the beach. Even if the sea is cold - it does not matter, at least start to sunbathe.

Morning. I woke up from the annoying sound of an alarm clock. Bath, douche, breakfast .. everything is as usual. “Sunny,” Mom said unexpectedly, “a little more and you are already 16. I can't even believe it.” “Mom,” I said, “don't start.” I'm going to school.

The most vivid memories of the first days in the modeling agency - I am finally in my world. The first fashion show with girls, a sense of strength in how I look. Scraps of memories. I go putting my feet on an imaginary straight line and see my reflection in a large mirror. Every step and what I saw excited me so that my cheeks were burning. The first Asian contract and a lot of thoughts alone with him on the plane. The classmates in the academy sit in the tourism class, and I fly over the clouds. A small room in a high-rise building overlooking the city. Boys from another Kiev agency. Hike to the club, alcohol, flirting and dancing.

So, everything is in order. I am 30, my wife is 28, mother-in-law is 50. My wife went to her city to take exams, and her mother, my mother-in-law Natalya Pavlovna, came here, to Moscow, about her business. She was a penetrating woman, energetic, with character, but not a despot. In general, the mother-in-law from the jokes is not at all like. I remember, even before the wedding, when I stayed with them at a party, she often at home dressed up in something frank and did not hesitate to defile in front of me. It was pleasant and interesting for me to watch the mother-in-law, but none of us took any steps. I’ll notice right away that Natalya Pavlovna had a rather slim figure, a chest of the second size, and frizzy curly hair of medium length. In general, the commodity aunt in the juice!

The situation was such that Danilo needed medical experience to continue his work, and he could only train, being an athlete by occupation. Good luck turned up, work in a sanatorium in the south as a coach. They gave accommodation and food and a meager sn, but that was enough, because experience was more necessary. And I learned this situation put a lot of effort in order to get to Anapa in the sanatorium where Danil worked. Danil was somewhat younger than me. I'm 32 I do sports, which we met and Dane. Not an athlete, but there is a small build-up of muscles and the belly is not hanging. Well, this is of course some modesty. My legs are pumped up as I drive on the bike, and the butt does not hang, but “very much” from the words I am giving. And of course we did not live in the sanatorium where we had a room, but in a house that I booked in advance! Danya came a little earlier and worked, settling down.