webcam models tits A large apartment, in her purchase her parents made a great contribution, a car, not a bad job.
Yes and sexually everything is just fine, we have a pretty hectic sex life.
We love sex without gum, she likes when I cum in her, she loves to suck dick, the only thing she does not like is anal.
I did not quite correctly put it, she does not accept anal.

For the thrill of sensations, we sometimes fantasize, representing different situations.
Especially we are excited by fantasies of betrayal, just blows the head.
I imagine my friends in my place.
Why friends I do not know myself, but it excites me so much.
During sex, I fall asleep with her questions – you like to change your husband, you like someone else’s members and others like you, on the same topic.
Christina plays along with me saying yes.
I call her a whore, b.
yu, slut.
She is terribly exciting (with her words).
And the more we fantasize about this topic, the more it captures them.

But fantasizing in bed, we did not take any action to translate these fantasies into life.
But fantasies, like dreams, are sometimes fulfilled.
It all started quite banal, with a phone call.
Called Rashad, my army friend.
We were together in the training, then together we got into one company and served further until the demobilization.
As it happened, we immediately became friends.
Why? It is difficult to say, we understood each other perfectly, helped out and supported each other.
No, I was friends not only with him, but with Rashad there was a special occasion, as they say, we were not spilled.
And then our paths diverged.
Over time, we found each other on the Internet and began to communicate, when just by letters, when on Skype.
Almost everyone knew about each other.
It turned out that Rashad was on a business trip in a nearby city and he would like to come visit us. teens on webcam masturbating
This made me very happy, and I invited him with joy.

On Friday, in the late afternoon, I met Rashad at the train station.
Then we drove into the store – bought brandy for ourselves and wine for my wife, and with a reserve, so as not to run, snacks.
By our arrival, Christina laid the table.
At first they drank for the meeting, for the acquaintance (Christina and Rashad), it was not without a toast to the hostess.
And then memories came.
It was a meeting of two friends who hadn’t seen each other for a long time, we couldn’t talk a lot about it.
At the table every now and then the phrase sounded: – Do you remember.
Christine listened to us with interest.
Sometimes she left us, came back again, and we all talked and talked.
Christina managed to clean up unnecessary dishes, and wash her, put her son to sleep and even change clothes, changing the dress to a dressing gown.
And we sat, drank and recalled, occasionally jumping on the balcony to smoke.

Time passed quickly, it was too late, and everyone drank well.
It was time to wrap up, but Rashad and I talked and talked until Christina dispersed us: “That’s enough, boys, for today!” Tomorrow in the morning continue.
All sleep! Rashad, I will bed you here in the hall.
There were no objections.
While she made him a bed, Rashad and I took the leftover dishes to the kitchen.
Rashad stayed in the hall, Christine closed the door, so as not to disturb him.
I went to the kitchen myself, I followed her.
She began to wash the dishes.
– Chris, let’s go to sleep.
Tomorrow we wash.
Come on, I want to.
– Sam (so my name is wife and close friends), go, lie down.
I quickly.
I spun a couple of minutes in the kitchen, then lightly slapped her ass, went into the bedroom.
I lay down on the bed, I lay and waited for her and somehow slid off to my eyes.
I woke up, my wife was not around, there was silence in the apartment.

I got up, went out into the corridor.
The door to the hall is open, I walked to the door.
There was no Rashad in the room.
Moved down the corridor, the light was burning only in the kitchen.
Through the corrugated glass of the kitchen door, nothing was visible.
Sounds were heard, but I could not understand them.
At once any nonsense got into her head.
My wife and his friend.
From this thoughts thrown into a fever.
I wanted to enter, but something was holding me back.
I stood in indecision in front of the door and did not know what to do.
If I went further everything would have gone the other way, but I did not.
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