indian girls on webcam porn My dad appreciated the dress of Marina, whistling loudly, for which he received a smack from the mother.
– Marinochka! No words.
You are wonderful! – Thank you, Sergey Alekseevich.
– Marina theatrically and coyly smiled.

– Look there for her.
And then they will lead away and do not have time to blink an eye.
– winked at me father.
“Dad, don’t lose your mom yourself, otherwise we won’t find it soon.”
– Everyone laughed and decided to quickly spend the old year with a glass of champagne.
I rang the phone, it was Cyril.
I asked on the way to buy a box of whiskey.
The booze promised to be grand.
I called Marina at we went.
I must admit the cottage was not a cottage at all, but a real palace.
Kirill’s parents earned very good money and this was not their only home.
Three floors, each with a heap of rooms, a swimming pool, a bath, a bar, a pool table and a lot of everything else.
We arrived at about 11 o’clock.

Already played in full music.
The basses shook the walls and a lot of young people promised good fun.
Marina’s eyes were burning with happiness.
She just loved dancing and parties.
I was calmer and preferred something more comfortable.
Although drink and dance was also not a fool.
There were a total of at least 20 people.
All different ages – from fifteen teenagers to 30 year old men and women.
Marina quickly noticed her best friend – Albina (156 cm tall and fourth piles !!.
size).
They kissed and immediately disappeared somewhere. bongacams devockakiss sweet private
The first thing that caught my eye at this party was a huge amount of alcohol — it was everywhere: on the tables, on the bar, just on the floor were full drawers.
And the second thing that stood out so beautiful girls.
Alena worked in a modeling agency and invited many of her friends from there.
All the girls were as on selection, long slender legs, beautiful and stylish makeup.

A smile never left my face, a cheerful mood quickly got the better of my boring kind.
My ancient friend Kirill brought me back to earth.
We greeted him and went to a huge table in the living room on the first floor.
I will not bother the reader with unimportant details of the meeting process itself — everything was as usual: chimes, desires, crackers and so on.
By one o’clock I was already pretty drunk.
Began dancing.
We went with a few guys to play billiards.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Marina.
She had a wonderful time and just just drank brotherhood with Albina.
The atmosphere was getting hotter.
Sveta, my friend’s wife, got up on the bar and started dancing in the best traditions of Las Vegas parties.
Her husband, Zhenya, is already somewhere else.
The time was nearing 4 o’clock.
The ranks were already very thin.
Marina danced a slow dance with Cyril, just with the one who fucked my mother.

I hope this bitch will not look at my Marina.
Six or seven people remained alive.
Suddenly, on the street, I heard the noise of cars approaching.
Through the window I saw two black SUVs.
What was my surprise when one of them left my father with his friend Uncle Slava and his wife and two other elderly men – he was at least 55 years old.
And from the other my mother and a huge and fat Oleg Viktorovich – a businessman, acquaintance of friends and his wife.
And a few more people.
Among them I recognized the owner of the house — Kirill-Sergey Dmitrievich’s father and his wife Kirill, Victoria Vladimirovna.
Their whole company immediately began to loudly shout songs.
– Hey, youth! What are we sleeping? – Sergey Dmitrievich with his loud voice woke up, probably the whole neighborhood.
Cyril immediately ran and bustled.
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