Seeing lust in the eyes of my wife and a painful unfulfilled desire, I myself offered to do what she wants. I was probably not myself, sobering was one hundred percent. In the end, I got behind the wheel and drove my, I repeat MY wife to fuck with someone else's man. Sitting in the car, I watched her enter the entrance. It is difficult to convey the feelings I experienced, a mixture of pain, love and incomprehensible longing. For two hours I sat and waited for my Ksenka to be fucked, knowing that she was a super woman in bed. She left HIM happy, on unsteady legs, eyes shining. I flopped into the car and said a phrase that I later repeated more than once: Beloved, YOUR WIFE IS A FUCK AND SHE LIKE IT! .. I don’t remember how we got home. Undressed himself, laid the limp body on the sofa.
Please. We are on "you?"
I answered and went to the apartment. Christina was wearing a short black top, denim shorts barely covered her pumped up ass, long white hair was gathered in a ponytail. Once again admiring the girl, I followed her down the corridor.
[url=love-girls24.com]click to see more.[/url]. “Hi Lera, me too,” he said, still looking at me.
Really? I did not know. she was surprised. But our family also does not walk around the house in street shoes. I thought that only the Japanese and Chinese had such a tradition. And it turns out the Russians too. Very unexpected. Only we didn't know what size of your feet you had to buy indoor shoes.
We met in the Dating Application. It was, I remember, in early June, then she only graduated from the first year of the university. I called her stroll, but she said everything that he did not want to walk in the heat. For the first time we saw only in August.
5.02.19
And then everything in the same spirit. Attempts to calm down, to persuade my dear, did not lead to anything good. My words had the effect of pouring gasoline on a fire. And then it was time for action. After changing into a dressing gown, feeling more confident, my dear moved from verbal battles to physical ones. At my next remark, innocent from the point of view of a sober person, she rushed to the attack. Spreading her fingers with painted nails, she aimed them at my face. Who will understand what a drunken woman has in mind? And I did not take risks, intercepted my joy and pressed her hands, clinging to them with my own.