Sex Stories Beach dreams

We came, wife very quietly behaved, it's time for lunch. Well, after dinner, I kind of remembering, preparing for I - and the need for the country to pay, and then the light will shut off and the Grisha I promised to come, he'll take a strawberry mustache. And he has a cool strawberry - "Gigantella". Well, go right ahead, that's what matters.

My wife and I have long been going to go to rest in Sochi, remember how in the film "Moscow does not believe in tears", the main character says - "Every normal person at least once, but visited Sochi." So we're gonna be normal, and her daughter was taken to her grandmother, took quite a bit of things just one chemodan for my wife and my Hiking bag with shoulder strap-my stuff. Well, the adventure began as soon as we sat in the compartment of the train "Moscow-Adler".

I woke up on the deserted shore, foamy waves with noise beat on my legs, my body ached with pain, the sun blinded my eyes; where am i what happened to me I looked up and saw a dark-skinned guy looking at me, I tried to say something, but my parched throat made no sound ... I dropped my head on the sand and plunged into black oblivion ...

It was a small, two-story hotel on the outskirts of Amsterdam with the low-key name “Mary Ann”. Anya stayed here several times when she accompanied her husband on business trips. The dishes prepared by a native from the Middle East, who lived here with his wife and two children, were quite acceptable, and a half dozen rooms on the second floor greeted guests with cleanliness and comfort. At the height of the tourist season, the hotel was usually full, but occasionally there were times when most of the rooms were empty.

- There will be three of them, then another will join. It is possible in the mouth, point, pussy, also merge anywhere. Spanking, spitting, slapping by itself is allowed. Flog will be able to all but the head and whip. It can be used as a urinal. Almost everything that comes to mind is possible. And it is exactly at 15 o'clock. Will start at six in the evening. By nine in the morning she is free. If he wants. Will call you. If he wants. And maybe me. However, it will not be interesting to me. You also listen to her exploits will be interesting. Lick, clean, wash. But that is only if she has the strength.

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.

“Already 22:40, and he is still not there and no ...” - thought Olesya, home pan in the kitchen. This evening was special, because Olesya and her husband had a wedding anniversary, they were 2 years old. 2 years of marriage together. Although it is a short time, but the date was entertaining. After all, for a young 30-year-old couple, this period was really important. Before marriage, the couple Andrew and Olesya were like a fairy tale - they were even allowed to live together in a dormitory together at school, together with the university. No one could separate them and separate them. Gone are all: Fire, water, and copper ... but the only thing that worried her was that Olesya had been waiting for a proposal for about 6 years after graduating from university. Andrey so plentifully promised her to marry her at the university, all said: “We’ll finish studying and then get engaged!”. And he spoke with such passion that Olesya thought as if the engagement would take place tomorrow.

Dear readers in story 38, I will describe to you one more of my sexual adventures. For those who have not read my stories in a few words I will describe myself. My name is Ilona. Now I am 24 years old. And so I am an ordinary girl from Ukraine. Slender, medium height, with dark hair, breasts of the second size. It is quite nice and attractive. And now I begin my story.

On the birthday of my friend Igor, my wife Vika, so broke away that she was not able to walk to his apartment. Although we lived in the same house, but in the next entrance. And I asked the birthday boy to help me take her home. Sitting my wife on the bed, I once again asked for help to undress her. I took off her blouse, then undid her bra and took off. Glancing askance at Igor, I saw how he began to look at my wife's Breasts.

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.