Old, but well maintained, "penny" Boudreaux fought off a cacophony of broken road. Past the stretched meadows of raznotsvetie, stitched sun eagle misty birch forests and spruce forests....! Yesterday Volodka persuaded me to help him chop wood in the country. Under this "brand" he begged his grandfather's car, he obviously wanted to go, because he recently received a driver's license. And that's another reason why he invited me, the old "driver" – for insurance.
Seduced and Volodya me a bath, she had a ball of a noble, chopped, on the banks of rivers. But about this can be in the other times. Well. If there is a bath, then why not take the girls with you? Conspired.
But then there was a bummer. About this trip found out Volodkina neighbor and immediately sat on his tail, they say, give a ride to the country, and then her belongings to carry on the bus hard, good that on the way. There's no way out of it, roomie. Volodka, picked me up at the appointed place. I rushed was on a forward seat, but it was already occupied by the heavy woman of uncertain age, with seedlings in a box on hands. I sighed and climbed back. Here, too, were boxes, but not only. In the cabin stood tickling the smell of tomato leaves, mixed with a slight smell of women's perfume.
In the opposite corner sat a pretty girl. "Square" black hair, bright, plump lips, upturned neat nose, large, skillfully summed eyes, made an exciting impression. Unfortunately, I couldn't see anything else because of the high tops. Well, the journey has begun.
- Hello, me name is Alexander, can be Sasha. And you might be? I introduced myself.
- I Maria Petrovna, immediately muttered the woman, but home, for some reason, call me Banana. And this is my granddaughter-Irisha, came on vacation. She is a student, studying in Moscow, clever, excellent student....
- Bah!! – interrupted the tirade grandmother's granddaughter - Well, just a movie! I'm not a bride of marriageable age! Enough about me.
- Where are you going? she said, turning to me.
- Where? To Volodya to the country. Chop the wood.
- Maybe a river trip is quickly interrupted me Volodya.
And I realized that the bath is better to keep silent, you never know what his problems at home.
- Oh! And take me to the river, and then have all day to stand in a pose " ZYU " over the beds.
- Ira, I thought you'd help me. Look how many seedlings-put Bamana.
No. My hand is heavy, whatever you plant, nothing grows - were justified by the Ira.
Baba Manya sighed heavily and began the story about what a good seedling she has. Then I moved on to a short course of lectures on gardening. We listened and cheered. While driving through the city and the highway, the car went smoothly. But here we turned on a narrow asphalt road, but not repaired for a long time. The sun had risen by this time and began to warm. In this turbulence, to remove the jacket and not to damage the seedlings - not an easy task. Volodya turned to the side of the road. Everyone except Baba Mani came out to warm up.
Irina stood with her back to me. Stretched, sporty legs apart, shoulder width apart. Her butt, tightly wrapped tights, attracted my eyes and hands. The search for traces of cowards led to thoughts about their absence. Or were they"strands"? Wide windbreaker on elastic, with the hood still concealed from my sight other cherished charms Irene.
But she took hold of the bottom of the windbreaker with both hands and began pulling it over her head. There was a strip of bare back. Golden hairs, between two dimples, played a breeze, and they shimmered in the sun. I held my breath. Naked strip all expanded and has already reached the place where there is usually a clasp bra. But there was nothing there. And that's of jackets literally jumped chest. Dense, with no signs of sagging, but feminine, not girly. Iran felt this moment, unhurried movement released a t-shirt, which was taken along with a windbreaker. Pulled off the windbreaker from his head, sent the shirt and turned to me.
Straightened hair and call looked me in the eye. I smiled and silently raised my thumb. My 21st finger followed was behind him, but rested in the folds of clothes and whined in pain. Without hesitation, I put my hand in tights and corrected it, pointing up. Irina looked at me curiously, slightly bowed her head, then sprinkled and got into the car. I took off my jacket and, hiding behind it, climbed on the seat. Volodya finished poking around in the engine and stood, wiping his hands with a rag.
Are we eating? And the whole seedling will wilt – spoke Banana.
- Eat, eat ' said Volodya.
And we moved. An old "penny" cheerfully beat off the cacophony of the broken road. Past the stretched meadows of raznotsvetie, stitched sun eagle misty birch forests and spruce forests....! Seedlings really faded and drooped, revealing to me the review on the charm of Irene. Now I saw the smooth naked shoulders, on which hung the thin straps silky short shirts. The fabric of the shirt not only did not hide the charms of the female breast, but also emphasized it, outlining the large, as it seemed to me, excited nipples.
Looking at Irina, I again felt a strong erection, which could not hide light sweatpants. I straightened my dick through the fabric. Irina watched my manipulations with a slight blush on the cheeks. Her lips slightly parted, and her nipples even bolder protruded the fabric of the shirt. If it wasn't for the seedling crates, I would've hit them long ago. This thought so excited me that I did not immediately hear the voice of Bamani.
- Here we are.
Volodya stop in-he at the gate. While the machine clumsily maneuvered on a narrow country lane, Bamana, surprisingly fast for her build, ran into the house for the key and opened the gate. We unloaded boxes and boxes with seedlings and brought them into the shade. Bamana began to bother, over the boxes, then watering the soil, then correcting the stems. Volodka started the car and began to turn around.
So I'm driving. - Toli asked, toli stated Irina.
- Go on, what can you do? Towel take - Not looking up from her work, nodded Banana.
Irina, as a little girl jumped and clapped her hands. Her heavy chest bounced under her t-shirt. I hurried to get into the car, to my surprise, in the back seat.
You liked it? – with a smile asked Volodya.
Yeah. I'd love to fuck her.
Who's stopping you?- again surprised me Volodka
- I've been playing doctor with her for six years. So go ahead, but without being rude, she doesn't like it.
Irina ran along the path in short shorts, waving a large Terry towel and a bag. Her every move lifted my mood and not only. Rocking her Breasts to the beat of the run as the pump pumped my loins. She ran to the car, looked at Volodya, me, and plopped down in the back seat, leaving the package on the front. I melted with pleasure, anticipating what would happen next.
The car taxied on the road and slowly, rocking more and more, rolled to the village, which was seen not far away, stretched along the Bank of the river. I moved closer to Irina. Our thighs were touching each other, causing me skin crawl.
- And where you such a neighbor grabbed? - I turned to Volodya - and I want.... I didn't have time to finish. The car was thrown on a pothole.
- So what do you want? - playfully asked me Irina, swiping in my thigh from the bottom up.
- You. I want you.- My hands are already gently hugged her body, groping on silk shirts.
- You're a jerk.
She exhaled and stuck out her chest. My hand felt nothing more than not covered with a velvety Breasts, the elasticity of excited nipples. I lifted my shirt and pressed my lips to them. The car shook mercilessly, the nipple jumped out of his mouth, and I had to catch it again and again. Irina was breathing deeply, and her hand felt through the fabric of my cock, already ready, it seems, to burst. My hand is lagging behind his chest and began to slide across the soft stomach. Felt the navel, played with your fingers in the recess and ducked under the belt shorts. But the belt was tight and so restrained my movements that he was forced to take out his hand. I looked for the clasp, slowly undid the button, easily slipped out of the loop. Feeling relaxed belt, Irina froze, only her hand continued to methodically squeeze my cock. The zipper slowly slid down. Irina tumbled down on the seat next. Now I had both hands free. One continued to stroke his chest and stomach, and the other dragged the zipper lower and lower. There were curly hairs covering the plump pubes.
Not in forces to constrain passion, I both hands began to pull down shorts. Irina lifted her ass, making it easier for me to fulfill my plan. And here's the shorts flew to the towel. Irina threw one leg on the back of the seat, and the other lowered to the floor. My eyes appeared a magnificent bouquet. Neatly shaven acute triangle, thick brown hair, covered, I would say, rich pubes, so plump, that his and why like expect to bite. The tip of the triangle rested against the cleft of the large lips. Absolutely smooth skin and pubes, and groin, and lips, and crotch all spoke of caring care for your body. Delicate scent coming from her, dizzy. Divorced legs, slightly stretched big lips, and from a crack the magnificent, gently-pink inflorescence similar to a wavy scallop was beaten out. Hands themselves were reaching to this magnificence. My touch caused the woman to wince, and her body leaned towards me. Spreading the petals of the scallop a little wider, I saw a smooth hollow, one side going into the depth of the coveted body, and the other rested in the excited clitoris. My mouth opened on its own, and I greedily clung to this source. Turning over the lips one or the other petal, I gently sucked them deeper, pressed their tongue to the sky and drove on the velvety surface.
Parting her lips with the tip of the tongue, I then deepened it into the vagina, then licked, sucked and nibbled the clitoris. Irina all tensed, arching his whole body and putting my lips what with one thing and another place, quietly sighed, what excited me even more. With one hand I squeezed her Breasts and the other fingered the clitoris. She felt a fine tremor. She lifted her legs and pressed them to her chest. My head was right in front of the vagina and I began to lick it. But this was clearly not enough. Two of my fingers dived into the wet depth, and the thumb pressed against the clitoris. Clenching my fingers, I quickly began to drive them in a circle and from side to side.
Irina jerked once, twice, filled my hand in a spasm of orgasm and stopped. Relaxed legs lay on my shoulders, on her lips played a satisfied smile, the lashes of closed eyes twitching. One hand she stroked her chest, kneaded the nipple. The other lay down on my hand and guided her in caresses. Strange, but I was happy too. Continuing to stroke the clitoris, I raised my head – we were standing. I looked around. Volodka stood at the door, his head resting on his arms crossed on the roof, and watched us. I felt embarrassed, but his hand is not removed.
- Well, Mirelle, yours, Matthieu, got the buzz? - he turned to Irina, clearly hinting at their similarity.
- Aha. opened misty eyes – not so Long ago went mad.
- How many times have I told you not to cum on the covers? whether in jest or in all seriousness inquired Volodya in a harsh tone.
- I won't do it again, honestly. her index finger stroked her half-open, moist lips playfully.
- That's how I believed you. Wash the cover.
- It's not my fault, he passed! quoting it Svetlichnaya.
- I'll deal with him later. And you will be punished. - Volodya did not let up-Take off pants.
We burst out laughing. Irina in the form of a scarf dangled only crumpled t-shirt.
You're funny. Come over here.
Irina pulled Volodya's belt closer and began to unbutton his jeans. She pulled them down along with his underwear. Volodka had a classic phallus. Neither big nor small, neither thick nor thin. Like Michelangelo's David. Irina gently played with heavy testicles in his scrotum. Some time spent on the already swollen member. Moved up, sliding back to the edge of the seat. Head Volodchenko member was closed by the foreskin. Hanging his head from the seat Irina pulled Volodka to him and absorbed, slowly sucking all his cock in his mouth. Volodkina the pose was not very comfortable. He leaned his hands on the seat, one leg Shin rested on the sharp edge of the threshold, the second half-bent knee is widely set aside to let the head of Irina to his farm. Making a few swallowing movements, she released the cock, and he jumped out and reared in all its glory. Pink head gleamed in glossy leather, freaking out the flesh, liberated the crown and neck, the veins stood out, giving the penis even bigger manhood. Irina pulled the skin and again plunged the head into his mouth. Several times I walked along the lip of his cock, each time as if stuck in the crown.
- Throughout. Let's change positions. Uncomfortable, finally could not stand Volodya. - Let me lie down for a while.
I got out of the car. Reached, my cock, though not sticking out excitedly, but was also in a fighting mood. Meanwhile Irina turned over, got on her knees and started to back off. The sight of her wide shamelessly bared ass, mouth-watering, still moist Patty, made me to liberate its economy from the clothes. I approached this magnificent, white marble statue and pressed my penis first to the notch under the coccyx, then to the cleft of the pie. Irina took her hand back and for the first time I felt her hands not through the fabric. So I rubbed until, Volodya, with protruding member, lay back in the back seat. I didn't see it, but I knew what was going on, on the other side of Irina's ass. As soon as the rhythmic rocking began, I put the head of my penis to the cleft of the labia and began to slowly sink into the moist warm depth. Knees Irina was reduced and her lips tightly clasped member. Lubrication enough, and I enthusiastically felt every movement, every telephone contact First, the head of the penis slipped to the clitoris, and a few quick movements caused the woman to gasp.
What a pleasure to feel like a scrotum hits the labia, and the hips slam on the ass. I almost pulled out a member and again deepened to the clitoris, putting the sweetest thing for later. And here I heard postanyvaniya Volodya is coming closer and closer to climax. I grabbed the hip bones and drove the penis into the vagina to the very eggs. Irina cried out in pain toli toli surprise, and maybe, I hoped, pleasure. And I started to work, sinking slowly, then quickly, taking out quickly, then slowly. I especially liked to put his penis deeply, grope head the cervix and led around the end. At the same time, the root of the penis rubbed against the walls of the vagina, and the buttocks slid over the stomach and thighs, and the hands felt the supple female body. It feels amazing. Waves of pleasure covered me with increasing force. At the next deep dive Irina screamed, the muscles of the vagina squeezed me with such force that when I tried to take out the end, it was filled with blood to such an extent that it seemed that the vessels would burst.
Then I continued rotational movements. Irina pressed her buttocks to me, the spasm passed. But now her vagina is working like a milking machine. Several such movements and I seemed to explode. The vibrating jets of semen erupted from me. I had no idea that orgasm could be so violent. And Irina all "milked" and "milked" me until I exhausted fell on my knees in front of her ass. Drops of my sperm mixed with her juice and slowly dripped down her thighs. I rested, falling off to the door. At the end of the something me opened the review, on what was happening ahead. But this was already the endgame. The magnificent Volodkin dick was defeated. More recently, elastic, with a proudly raised head, ie head, now it is limp, and if not persistent lips Irina, all would have shrunk. Not a quiet mouth continued to gently suck the head, drop by drop licking the ejaculated seed. But these movements died down. Irina turned over, arranging his head between his legs Volodka and dangling his feet rested in my farm. The sun relentlessly aspired to the Zenith, and as if we was not good, had to continue the journey. Volodya got poltorashku water. Rinsed. It was interesting to watch as Irina not much stepping aside, not hesitating, sat down, celebrated a small need. She asked me to water it. Sat down again, and began to drive a wet hand, still slippery with sperm, PI....de. Useful and Terry towel, which we wiped. Having cleaned up, we silently went to the village. On the site we drove through the rear gate,and stopped near the bath. Volodka on the master's opened a bath, - Let will be aired. - And we went to a big, good-quality village house. In the house where in the winter no one lived, smelt damp, was very cool. -
- Let's do it. Volodya ordered. - Ira, set the table and have Breakfast. Sanja, you light the stove, and then cool and damp, and I'm going to the bathhouse.
Oven, large, intricate, like a fireplace and a Russian stove at the same time, did not want to ignite. No traction. I opened the door of the pack and burned a dozen Newspapers in it before the chimney got traction. It was a lot more fun. I sat cross-legged on a fur rug in front of the stove and fed her splinters, splinters, poleshki and finally laid in the furnace logs, which quickly engaged and fun crackling, filled the room with warmth. I took off my shirt and enjoyed looking at the fire, warmth and peace.
- I'm cold. Irina came up behind me and put cold hands on my shoulders.- Warm.
- Come here.
I put her in front of me. Wrapped his hands around her waist and nose buried in a thin, fragrant neck. Hands themselves began to wander around the stomach, chest, and then, trying to slip under the tight belt. My lips pinched the delicate skin of the neck, sucked the earlobe. Irina stroked the back of my head and was breathing irregularly. I knocked her on her back and kissed her on the lips. She answered by hugging my neck. Nimble tongue parted my teeth and began to play my clumsy shovel. Without thinking twice, I unbuttoned her shorts and pull them off with my toes. Hands gladly groped already familiar contours of her body, fingers dived into the hollow of her large lips to the clitoris and on. I've got a solid mound with wet fingers and began to masturbate him. Giving a passionate kiss, Irina pushed me and she perched on top. With a quick movement, freeing me and yourself from the burden of clothes, she sprawled on top of me. The fire in the oven broke out and began to bake the scrotum. Amazing feeling. Nice, but I had to move. Our bodies were sweating, and Irina started sliding over me. Then kiss on the lips, then gradually falling, play a member. Erection reached its climax and she seemed, only this and waited, impaled himself on my spit and it froze. Began a new game. We were lying motionless bodies, only hands scurried back and forth slowly to memorize every curve, every corner of our bodies. And invisible the game was inside of her vagina. She rested her cervix at my end and periodically squeezed the muscles of the vagina (how did she do it?). The member strained, head rested on the cervix, and is touch member responded already. It turned out that the penis was maximally tense almost all the time, and Irina, apparently liked the elastic twitching of my penis at her uterus. After playing, so she moved to another erogenous point.
Standing on her knees, she leaned back and leaned her hands on the floor. My hard cock now rubbed against the front, ribbed like a washing Board, the wall of the vagina. The movements were small and smooth, though she found her only known point and gently massaged it. The edge of the head rubbed against some ribs, causing long-forgotten childhood feelings of sweet pain of the first Masturbation. But her motion was accelerated, I had to put hands under his ass, to expose the member higher. She straightened, and a member of the included in the impacted flesh as the dagger in its sheath. She twirled her ass, and my cock, like a pestle in a mortar, rubbed all sides, about everything that met. If not for the morning violent ejaculation, my orgasm would have been long in the past. She lay down on me and slid her Clit on the penis. Then began racing. I was just sticking out of the sight of my chest Bouncing around with my nipples swollen. So I wanted to grab them, dig my lips into the nipples, but half - open mouth, closed eyelids, head thrown back, occasionally wrinkled nose said-Yes, soon orgasm. -Ah! Ah! .... Now! AH!! and then her hips started working like a sewing machine. I've only seen that in movies. Nothing could save me from the denouement. We ended up together, the pulsating movements of the sperm-spewing phallus coincided with the pulsation of the vagina.
- Eyyy!!! I growled.
- A-O-E!!! she said incoherently.
Another couple of movements and ..... All, she fell off on her side and breathing heavily, continued to occasionally shudder with the whole body. My hands are numb and out of my ass. I lay there unable to move and went mad.
- Thank You. she smiled, kissed her cheek sisterly, jumped up and disappeared behind the door, not even taking care of the clothes lying around.
Tough girl. Got up, swaying, went to the pile of firewood, which was lying crumpled clothes, found his panties and wiped his already limp dick. Threw firewood in the furnace, closed the door of the stove and went outside. The sun was already high and warmed well. Standing on the porch, I could see the whole area, but focused on the bath. Bath was only a metre seven from the flowing sleeves of the Creek. At this point, Volodya's grandfather dug a pool. Over time, the pool was tightened, but still water reached under the chest. Well, so, in this pool frolic our mermaid. Crouching in cool water, Irina snorted, with noise jumped out, shaking Breasts, and tried to spray Volodka. Volodya sat quietly on the steps of the dressing room, smoked and, smiling, looked at the wet naked body shining in the sun. Something like jealousy stirred inside, and I headed for the bathhouse.
- Hey, the hero's lover. Totally fucked the girl. Won, even in cold water to cool climbed.- Volodya smiled at the sun squinting his eyes.
- Okay, you weren't in the distance either. Yes, and who wear out - it is still a question.- I muttered, sitting down nearby and enjoy the view of naked female bodies.
To my surprise, the penis began to stir again. I glanced at Volodya, or rather on his pants, that's all it was. His hand, running under the elastic band, masturbated protruding member, but he did it somehow lazily, without passion.
- Come out, you'll catch a cold, it'll be from Bamani. - he carefully called Irina.
The, as a small, with trembling chin, crawled out on bridges. Volodka took a towel and began vigorously rubbing the goose skin that covered Irina's body. She raised her hands, which raised her already protruding Breasts. And Volodya Ter them Ter sunken abdomen, Ter the back Ter the buttocks, legs Ter, Ter, no, not rubbing, gently wiped her crotch. Irina turned to face him and kissed him on the lips. She wrapped her hands around his neck, his hands, as if continuing to wipe, slid on the body. My cock, seeing this picture again reared, ottoperuna leotard clad naked body. Volodka broke away from Irina.
- Have a nice little one. Let's do some business, and then we'll have a good time. OK?
- Aha. - Irina said pulling Volodkin shirts, which made her look even sexier when a chestnut arrow on the pubis, through the divergent floors, pointed to the groove with a Bud of velvet obscene lips.
- Where's the ax? matter - of-factly asked me, barely taking his eyes from PI...yeah.
- The woodpile.
I took the axe and went to the pile of birch wood. Short churbaki, neatly sawn in size, all as the selection in diameter and not too knotty, smelled of freshness and resinous birch bark. It went fast, I loved to chop wood, and they even knotty, didn't really mind. I stabbed, Volodka collected and attributed to the woodpile, and Irina carefully laid poleshki, bending down, exposed naked ass or showing his chest in the lumen of the shirt, buttoned at the bottom of a couple of buttons. Idyll, nothing more. The woodpile grew quickly, and I was not tired. Polished the shaft of the axe, right lay in the hand without leaving even a hint of corn. There are about a dozen wood when he protested,
- Let-pay ponosi you, and I pokolyu, back crammed.
- Easily. – sticking the axe into the block of wood, I went to the heap chop me wood.
And indeed, carrying and folding logs was more tedious than stabbing. Irina was tired too. She sat down on the half of the block, leaned her back against the rack of the woodpile. Took in his mouth a long stalk of juicy grass and framed the face of the sun. Half-bent knees legs swayed, then converged, then diverged, opening shamelessly naked labia. Looking at them, we Volodka accelerated the pace of work, trying as quickly as possible"to do business." And here is the last log of wood lay in a pile, the axe took its place. We decided to eat here, with the addition of a table instead of a rickety stool. While Volodya wash their hands, Irina moved out of the house simple supplies and covered. In anticipation of the bath ritual, we quickly had a snack, washed down with tea from a thermos and after a short break went to the dressing room. Along the walls hung brooms, birch, oak, juniper and some other exotic type of eucalyptus. Bunches of herbs exuded a fabulous Symphony of fragrances, I will not take time to list, especially since I learned nothing except mint, oregano and St. John's wort. Quickly threw off clothes.
In the sink washed her feet and dusting the dust and went to the steam room. Almost square steam room with a large heater in the corner, fenced with carved railing. A wide high shelves rather resembled a three-bedroom bed. Pristupom two tiers of steps led to the rookery. It was hot, but the heat was gentle. We were placed on a shelf, Irina between us, and began to warm. Volodka, as a connoisseur of the bath business, declared that the first approach to the first drop from the nose. Silent and intently listened to their feelings. I looked at Irina. She sat down, pushing her wide hips deep. Hands rested on the edge of the shelf, and hanging his head down, waiting for the "first drop from the nose." Meanwhile, on her shoulders, back, hips and thighs began to swell sweat. Connecting, they trickled down in thin streams.
- I'm all wet and not a drop from my nose. she was indignant.
- Wait. - our "bathhouse attendant" commanded.
It turned out that steaming with a woman, as boring as in the male company. Bath "blurred" all sexual differences. Heated to the first drop, went to the dressing room. Covered with crisp cotton sheets. The buzz was in complete relaxation. When it came to brooms perked up. First, put float me, and Irina sat on shelves away from the heater. Volodka gave a couple, adding some herbs for flavor. Soft, steamed birch leaves walked along the body, almost without touching, but dispersing the scorching air. The light touch was replaced by spankings with exposure and over sweeping attacks with a sling. When the execution over the back of my body was over and I rolled over on my back, Irina moved closer. The same thing happened, but when the broom fell on my farm, I gasped and covered.
- Let I'll hold-proposed Irina.
Trying to cover my real place, she moved even closer, and I had to put caviar on her lap. Meanwhile, Volodya even stepped on the Park a few times gave me a scathing sticky blows of a broom, and we, all three, Niederau heat, ran out of steam. I poured a bucket of cold water on myself, it felt better. Irina and Volodya hugged, stood under the shower, jokingly pushing each other. The mood has risen for no apparent reason. A little breath, again climbed on the shelves. Now decided soar Irina. Under the strokes of the broom she was aikala, groaned, funny kicking feet, for which he received a broom in the ass. He rolled onto his back. Flushed face without makeup, looked almost childish. Hands clamped nipples and brought her knees gave her a completely innocent and just "arrow" on the Loboc said that in front of us a woman. I also took from the pelvis steamed broom, shook off the excess moisture on the stove. While Volodka" processed " massaging a broom hands, I took his feet. Feet, calves, thighs and finally, a disputed territory - the pubis. We jokingly began to beat each other with brooms, not forgetting to hit Irina... They gasped and laughed and went into the washroom. Activis cold water, taking a little time to wash.
- We'll play the washing machine. - gave the idea Volodya.
- It's like? I didn't.
- What's the main part in the washing machine?
- Drum. not waiting for an answer said Volodya. - Well, someone will namyli and let spinning like a drum, the other two are going to cuddle up to him as brush. Let's cast lots first.
- Maybe let's just RUB Irina?
- Not-e-e! I don't want to. Let's cast lots on our fingers. The beginning of accounts with greatest. U agree?
Cast lots. Volodya. He got up in the shower to wet himself. Irina and lathered the washcloth, poured shampoo Volodka, and stood at the sides.
- Cool – said Irina.
Volodka began to trample on the spot, slowly rotating between us. I diligently rubbed Volodkin back, arms, chest, ie all that came across in the course of rotation. However, below the belt, I tried not to fall. Clinging to the greasy Volodkina body, I never focused their attention on the sensations. But Volodya turned to face me and I realized that Irina was rubbing not only Volodkin's chest. Our Moody collided, my hanging, slid on Volodkin scrotum, and his rearing "horse" rested against my stomach.
- It's not that far from homos. – Volodya smiled.
- What? Me after all all this is pleasant to me – Irina inserted.
- You're a woman. You are given it by nature, and men, I think not.
Although I must admit - feeling, though not familiar, but pleasant. As if confirming his words, Volodya rubbed his cock on my stomach. I moved away. There was something about it, I don't know, but not for me.
- No, better let's "wash" Irina. Everyone will like it. Yes? Irisha.
- Okay, but first to the steam room.
Next-Natasha