Heated, I sat with edge, not at his place, raised the eye and ... caught admiration-surprise vlzglyady our friends and from under the forehead, killing angry serooky-shot my husband. After a while Dima add what was in his glass, and told us to assemble, saying, go to another place. His tone of the objections had left the place. Our friends get into a flap, zasobiralis, Dima got up, walked up to me, taking me for a shoulder forced to stand ...
-- We go, go - I tried to defend.
-- You! ... You cowards without why? -- Shipel me in the ear Dima.
-- You what! I do not dress them and ... -- I tried to eye.
-- They you in the bag, damn! I checked! At! ... -- With these words he opened my handbag and my panties treacherous zabeleli at the bottom of a large office. (Russian Virtual davalki! - Good advice)
-- Marsh to the toilet and oden cowards! -- Dima simply sparkling eyes.
-- Do not oriented to me!
-- Come to the toilet and to present with cowards, pussy vonyuchaya! -- My husband was clearly vzbeshen.
He reinforced his claim that heavily szhal me shoulder, launched in the direction of the toilet and pushed legonko.
-- Yes, the favorite, you still pozhaleesh about this ... -- I whispered.
I returned to where we were sitting, ext cocktail, dissatisfied with the type of glass placed on a table and went to the toilet. Nadew panties and nakrasiv lips, I went to the hall. From our already nobody was. I tried to Bar winks when I walked past him slowly out ... .
In the street waiting taxi. Dima was sitting in front and erzal impatiently, trying to the safety-belt. I, of course, the village ago. Dima watched silently forward, in the emptiness; his neck fixed vidnelsya over the front seats. When I closed the door, suddenly someone zatarabanil in glass.
-- Dimka, where you going? -- A young man I saw the first time.
-- And, greetings Vovchik. -- The voice of my husband has regained confidence and calm. -- We are currently home to us, I need "visa" to take, nalichki not quite. And then in "Fashion Bar", where we agreed to meet with children. And what?
-- Listen, I have the same problem. Podbroste me to ... -- He called the address. -- Neither shekels not, and does not give the ATM, end of the month Shoot ... .
-- Garden, of course - agreed Dima. -- What conversation, although this is not quite on the road ...
I had to move, and Vovchik vtisnulsya at my place. On the left rear seat lay newspaper, and I sat middle. Quite near, I felt heavy breathing Vovchika. My husband looked forward and obviously all the way to configure silent. And we started the movement.
I recovered hair right arm, and when it falls, palm accidentally hit on the leg Vovchika. I do not odernula and left her lying The femur its neighbour. And then I got as dernul features! I became his iron leg, bringing your hand to tuber in stages. Vovchik looked at me obaldevshim eye. Put his hand on his penis, I began legonechko Memory. For several seconds he nabuh under my pressure. I tried to lightning undone, but I have not got the first time. Vovchik rasstegnul trousers himself, in posherudil shirinke and outwards vyvalilsya eregirovanny already a member. I understand that we have a little time, so raised a hand to mouth, severely naslyunila palm, made several roundabouts on the head is a member, then added another saliva, and has adopted a barrel for the cause ...! Left hand, I raised the dress and began kisku iron through panties. Periodically, I distracted from laskaniya kiski terebila and chest, ah, how was this nekstati lifchik! A right hand, I brought to orgasm Vovchika. Fair, it must be said that he tried his hand to replace mine, ottyanul little panties, zasunul fingers under them, reached the clitoris. But I pushed his hand and continued to iron themselves ...
And then I noticed that the taxi driver in the rear view mirror to see us, especially me around the middle, sees all, what we are doing at the back seat. This only added me excitations, I arrogantly looked into the eyes of driver and caress clitoris. I was already close to orgasm, as Vovchik began to end. I developed a little, extended a left arm and she became an obstacle to spray sperm, which flows from my hand back down to its member Vovchika and my right arm. A member of my palms dernulsya several times and dried up the flow of sperm.
My neighbor showed kiss lips and the word "thank you", makers of wet pants member, and otkinuvshis back, relax.
-- O, I just go ... -- Suddenly to shoot Vovchik. -- Any driver to stop somewhere here!
Hlopnuv door, saying a few words Dime, Vovchik escaped much further in a Tel Aviv nightclub. And we went to our house ...
To go was very close. I tried to entertain the fact that iron chest and under the attentive gaze kisku driver in the mirror. Ponyuhala hand, all in sperm Vovchika, sliznula slightly viscous liquid with the fingers. But a pleasant excitement has passed, a pity. I was in complete confidence that we are going home, and that the house waiting for me next scandal ... .
When entered the narrow streets between the two houses, one of whom was our, Dima asked to stop and wait for him.
-- I quickly - he began to explain something in Hebrew I, or taxi drivers - only the top lift, will take Visa and back.
With these words she izchez at Door. Through a window on the staircase, I saw a black silhouette climbs the stairs to the last floor.
Suddenly the taxi driver interrupted silence:
-- How are you? -- Duty Israeli phrase about anything.
-- By kajf.
-- I see. Indeed on kajf. " Want to go from a car, have a smoke - he suddenly proposed.
-- Yes, I do not smoke.
-- Well, let's just go, postoim.
He came out, opened the rear door on the left side, removed the newspaper prevents me and I, reluctantly, withdrew from the machine. In the yard was quiet as the cemetery.
The driver, suddenly, not to mention a word, approached me and began to kiss. In the mouth, in the neck, in the cheeks. Very warmly, dribbling and actively. I am not a very initiate and I, reluctantly responding to his kisses, has become potihonechku iron chest through dress and lifchik. Right hand right, left left. And excitement is not forced to wait a long time! Lascoux steel, I am pleased and I again lost his head. Indeed - at the opening Snog with strangers man in his yard, under the windows of their apartment - this can only mad.
Hand me the driver entered in the top panties through gum. I give up, just prispustila stringi, as far as I had the length of hands, because he tseluya, giving me body and not given opportunities To weigh down. He stroked me lobok, hoist dress, with surprise looked at my kisku.
-- Ty breesh why not there? -- He asked somewhat disappointed.
-- I do not want. -- Briefly, I replied and continued iron chest.
He launched a wet finger in my vagina and began immitirovat trachea. I became a move toward his thigh movements, fingers massive nipples, even slightly, and I would be over.
-- Do you have gum? -- Ask a taxi driver.
-- No. And you?
-- Also not ... -- He responded and continued to meet my fingers.
I have already abundantly flow into the hands of him, I was again covered with a wave of pleasure and I zastonala ...
It is understood as a signal to action. Sure, we deploying me back to him face to the car he rasstegnul their trousers and up a gun, ready to battle.
-- Nagnis, nagnis - he whispered.
I just departed from the machine, and strongly prognulas operlas hands on the glass top.
I felt like me ironing his finger anus. As soon as it left my hand kisku, I entered there and began their fingers rub clitoris. And he tried to enter me in popku finger. Almost that dry, razdvigaya folds around the hole, pokachivaya finger from side to side, and nadavlivaya milimetr for milimetrom protalkivaya it inside. Finally he managed to win my sphincter, and I felt as something rigid and koryavoe per centimeter deepened in my rear passage. But beyond my pop is not allowed. (Smochiv saliva in the primary heat popku heroine! - Prim.red.)
He pulled out a finger and prisel.
-- Yes, yes, language ... -- I pischala. -- I love, love it.
But he did not think I lick. Shmarknuv, collecting saliva in the mouth, he tasty plyunul me to brown hole anus and razmazal a finger. I felt the touch of its members to my popke. To him it was easier, I poshire hands razdvinula buttocks. He introduced a motion penis, bringing me a few painful sensations. Measure for a second, achieving full penetration, he started at a frantic pace pump me from behind. I iron chest with one hand and the second hand on my left kisku: I terebila clitoris, immerses fingers into the vagina, iron sex lip and the inner walls - and all this is a very intense and fast - very much like to ...
The driver pulled out a member, bent down again to my hole, plyunul again and to take trahat me with renewed vigour. A few rolling, I was on the seventh heaven, vtrutrennyaya evil forced to shake my hips to the beat, at nasazhivatsya member with the whole amplitude. I am busy from delight.
And then I noticed the edge of the eye, as in the ladder opening on the top floor of my husband appeared. The situation was critical, even I initially tried slezt. But he too badly treated me in the pop. And suddenly I was gripped by a new, incredible orgasm! Bringing my husband simply provoked it. He was very strong, permeated my entire; I head, to begin to tug, zamatala head, my hand is going clitoris and pleasant convulsions defeat bottom body. Shouting and I looked like Dima descending from the floor to floor and ends. Such strong orgasm I have never been!
At this point the taxi driver also started to end. And at that moment I understood that should slezt with the member. Right now. Immediately. Otherwise, the consequences are possible. And I slezla. Part of sperm he issued to me in the rectum, part came at popku, into the hands of a bit of the dress. When her husband came from the doors of our homes, the driver had already makers trousers, I odernut dress; truth panties, omitted below the knee, could extradite me if the husband went to on our part.
Again, we sat silently in the car and unsuspecting my husband called the address where we had to go. Because I derive sperm, I razmazyvala her on the seat and vytirala something horrible to me. The evening, is definitely a success! ... But we would still hold the balance of the night in "Fashion Bar". But there was such a ... . But that is another story.
All the original events. The names changed. Taxi drivers, I never saw. Vovchik repeatedly tried to appoint me to visit, but I did not want. Since we pomirilis husband almost immediately.
