To be honest, Lisa answered very embarrassedly!
Suddenly, joyful laughter was heard, Igor went to find out what had happened, in the room Oksana kissed her father on the lips with words of gratitude, noticing Igor they were distracted from each other, and announced their trip to the resort in three days.
The people were already drunk, the music played loudly, so the ugly scene did not work out. Lesha pulled Igor away from me, but they did not have time to find out the relationship. I hurried to hug them and coo with an innocent look: "Boys, I'm a whore, so let's get out of here and you will fuck both of me." There were no objections, and we followed the familiar path to Leshka's room.
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Yes, that's for sure, even though I was on top and between her wonderful legs, but it seems that it was she who had me ... Well, the night is ending and you need to sleep at least a couple of hours when the girls' husbands move away from the alcohol "anabiosis". The girls took off their belts, but did not take off their stockings, unbuttoned their bras and the three of us lay down. Closer to the morning, I wanted to use the toilet, and when I returned, Natasha deftly spread her slender legs and pulled me towards her, motivating that I had Rita twice, and her once. We ended well, and when I returned from the bathroom, I was a little stunned, the girls sweetly kissed and stroked each other. Well, the scene! Natasha then sat on the bed and caressed my dick with her wonderful hot mouth, saying this gratitude to my "friend" for the pleasure the girls had given, especially since you will celebrate the New Year ... And we met him just fine! I confirmed it with great pleasure!
What kind of pussy do you have...
Keese, I'll have a drink and come back in 5 minutes, ok?
After a while, the embarrassment passed and while having sex, I asked my wife to imagine that someone else was fucking her, she moaned with pleasure and said: “Yes, a!”. Some fantasies, after a while, it became not enough for me and I gradually began to persuade my wife to fuck with someone else. And so, in the spring, fifteen years ago, my friend fucked my wife, when I pretended to be drunk, after a party at our house, was in the next room. I stood under the door and eavesdropped and managed to finish without even touching the dick.
- Yes, I hope the broom does not deteriorate from these terrible underground ... - Hermione did not listen further, and was not going to. Whispering "I need to go to the toilet," she hurried to the bedroom with all her things. She didn't care as much about Harry's broom as she did about a real live troll. There had been no school this morning because there was a Quidditch match in the afternoon, so if she hurried, Hermione could do it all.
We cleared the rest of the treats and utensils from the table and folded the table. I gave Olya an old T-shirt and shorts as pajamas and sent her to the shower to wash off her makeup and freshen up in general. While she was splashing, I laid out the sofa in the living room on which I was going to sleep, covered it with linen and took out a blanket and a pillow. Then I prepared my bed in the bedroom - on it, as on a more comfortable bed, I was going to put my guest to bed.