I am like a person who is enough .Despite the fact that I have already served in the army, the style of the nerd did not sleep from me.Botanik I was at school, he was in the army, and working in his profession, a fraternal, a feldsher for ambulance, now, and I remain a botanist.I live with my parents in a very big home .The house was built by a father for a large family on two floors and the attic made of the attic, where I was located when I went to first grade, installing a telescope in the room, watched the attic in the stars pulling it out on the balcony of the attic, dreaming of becoming an astronaut and plowing the spaces of space .I did not become an astronaut, and observations from the stars went on to observations after everyone in the district where the eyepiece of my telescope could capture .Usually these are neighbors.
Most of all I was attracted by a neighbor in our garden Angelina . A woman of about forty -five, maybe a little more .Lady of large sizes .In the yard, she walked in some Asian robe, through the neckline of which they fell out, somewhere in the sixth size, breasts.The bathrobe was most likely a size smaller, as he circled her body and hips, he ate covered her ass.Her slightest bending forward, made it possible for her to take her dressed in red underpants almost completely. Angelina was not one of those women who looked like others who lived in the neighborhood, always digging in their yard .
She completely provided this lesson to her husband to Serge, so she called him, shouting out of the pool in the yard a hundred times a day.This very Serge, actually Sergey, was older than her, thin, forever in his specialts, two sizes more with the stained pants and sleeves, was wound from the garden, where he constantly filed to Angelina, listening and fulfilling her instructions . Angelina of those who believe that a woman is not a person is a special creature created by God as an icon that needs to be wiped, kissed and prayed for her such as her Serge .
Many of her husbands did not share this opinion with her most likely, and therefore serge was far from the first.Her main occupation is courtship, makeup, haircut, nails, clothes, really are not always successful and jewelry, chains of rings of the rings, earrings and everything according to the list.
The weekend turned out to be very hot and I hid on the balcony under the new marquise, sitting in a chair in shorts, I began to inspect the surroundings. Serge snapped up at his vineyards, Angelina sitting in a deck lying lying by the pool dropping herself this, not quite successful robe for her figure.In other courtyards that were visible from my observation, I was empty and I put all my eyes to the Angelina scorching in the sunny bath.
Serzh -Sserk -she shouted, rising .Yes, that of the vineyard answered .-Go here for a minute.-I’m running, and how the little dog sniffed from the grapes from the bushes to her.She bent down and he unbuttoned her bra, exposing two huge breasts that fell out on her stomach, closing the whole body from her neck to panties.So that the sun penetrates her between her legs, she took them off the sun lounger and put them on the sides on the platform lined with tiles.It turned out before my gaze, that very place, but covered with a red triangle of her panties.I thought, I thought, but I wanted. Having looked at this red patch, I switched to her face with her eyes closed and a newspaper’s bow glued to the nose, which was slightly covered with an side of her straw hat.
The sun fell well .Angelina’s body was already pretty blushed and covered with droplets of sweat. So that the tan was placed evenly, she removes her breasts, so that the sun penetrates and to the places that they closed .Either lifting them to the top to the face, then rolled them on the sides .
After an hour and a half, she rolled over with my back and ass in her underpants . Having lain so, thirty minutes, she got up, looked around, took off her underpants with a quick movement and lay on her stomach.This made me happy, but for a moment, since the tightly converging rolls of her ass was closed by everything that I would like to see.Even when she spread her legs, removing them to the ground, nothing was visible between them except the same rolls of her not small ass.But I got all the currents, my member burst out the shorts and I stroking it, mentally told him, a little while, a little more, we will do it, in full.
My desire to finish, the moment grew and now, she rolled over on her back, scattering her legs to the sides gave me the opportunity to penetrate that my friend and my friend in shorts were waiting for me.Of course, the very place was closed by a bunch of her black curly hair, but everything else I had to the house already on the move, masturbating without pulling out a dick out of short.Having finished in shorts, I looked at her face.Angelina was not mobile, with her eyes open and looked at my balcony, right into the lens.Goosebumps ran through my body.I got it -I got into my head .-This is all, shameful .I looked into the face of Angelina, afraid to move.
She raised herself, raised her hands and showed me twice opening them, and two fingers separately, then knocked on one wrist, as if pointing to the watch, then with a finger on our common gate between our gardens.I understood this at 22 hours at the gate.Having changed the shorts to others, throwing a T -shirt, I began to expect 22h wandering around the house from the corner to the corner, I didn’t find a place for myself, after which I gathered my heart, I moved to the gate. It was already fresh in the yard, the heat was sleeping, the sun was already rolled with anaashi at home, but it was still light on the street. But that is another story .
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