view webcam video Everyone was afraid of him, but respected.
He was the owner and in the military camp, which was stuck on the edge of the Kyrgyz village.
Several three-story houses, a cafe, a club — that’s the whole town.
They traveled twenty kilometers on duty, where the underground complex was located.

From the very beginning I became friends with two guys.
Both were lieutenant-captains and both were married.
With one, Kolya Smirnov, we were familiar from Peter.
His wife, Tanya, eclipsed everyone at the graduation party at the academy.
Before that, I did not know her, but then I really liked her.
Tall, black-haired, with an excellent figure, she looked very cool and was rightfully chosen as the queen of the ball.
And it was necessary for such a thing to happen that Kolya Smirnov was sent into this hole.
His Tanya, at first, refused to go at all.
Indigenous Leningrad and suddenly in the Kyrgyz steppes.
He walked like he sank into the water.
But two months later I arrived.

By that time, we were friends with her Kolya and very often gathered in a warm company in the evenings.
There was really no place to gather the truth, and so we usually started in a cafe, and then moved to his apartment.
He was lucky – got a two-room.
The third in our company was Kostya Lazurenko.
He often joined us, although his wife, Julia, did not really approve of our evening feasts.
With the arrival of Tatiana, our company almost collapsed.
I continued to live in a garrison hotel and in the evenings we met not very often.
True on holidays, and sometimes on weekends, we still gathered at one of them in the apartment.
Kostya lived in the neighboring house and also had a two-room apartment.
In this company, only one I was single, which was the reason for talking at almost every meeting.
Especially tried Tanya.
She was very worried about the question. Webcam feet porn. Why am I still single? Her jokes on this topic sometimes even freaked me out. best cam porn videos
Once she even crossed all boundaries, having doubted at Yulia in my male abilities.

Julia giggled and left the kitchen, where I helped them cook on the table.
The guys were in the room and Tanya and I were left alone.
I clamped her in the corner, pulling her hips and, although she immediately put her hands on my chest, she probably felt the touch of my penis through the fabric of her pants.
– We will check or how? – I asked the reddened beauty.
“Or whatever,” she called me over and turned away.
That evening, she no longer allowed herself such a joke, but I often caught on myself her studying look.
Of course I was not going to finish the service and go to the monastery.
It was just that there was not a suitable party in the garrison, – a woman with whom one could tie his fate.
I limited myself to casual contacts with cafe waitresses or hotel maids.
Some of them were married, but this did not prevent them from sometimes relaxing in my society.
After that evening, the thought of which I had lost peace sat in my head.
Touching Nicholas’s wife was amazing, and her reaction to it gave rise to a vague hope of success.

Of course, I understood that it was not worthy of an officer to care for, and even more so fuck, the wife of a friend.
But still this thought did not give me rest.
Then one day fate itself smiled at me.
On the day of the Soviet Army, Kolya Smirnov was sent on duty.
We were going to celebrate this holiday in advance, and here is such a bad luck.
For him, of course.
That evening I tried to drink less, but I did not get tired of adding to Tanya, who for some reason was sad and often remembered her parents who remained in Leningrad.
The evening turned out to be not entirely successful, but when Kostya turned on the tape recorder and invited his little wife to dance, Tanya was also accustomed.
She, too, went to dance with me and, having pressed herself tight enough, spun around the room to the beat of the music.
Her brown eyes glittered insidiously when, as if by chance, she was keeping her leg between my thighs.
Gradually, she achieved what she wanted.

My dick got up, so much so that it was awkward to move.
Then I pressed her even more tightly and forced her to temper her ardor.
After a couple of such dances, I was literally sweating, not to mention what was going on below my belly.
Tanya smirked, sending me eloquent views, the severity of which I refused to believe.
We drank something again, chatted, danced, but I was on the alert.
When the hosts went to the kitchen to prepare the sweet table, Tanyusha and I were a seductress, we just danced and she pressed herself to me with her front end, as if she wanted to immediately put on a live skewer.
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