teen ffm webcam Yes, – Elena nodded.
Volodya hung his head dizzy and seemed to turn red.
Maybe you give my panties? – she condescendingly addressed her husband.
Thank you, honey.

I have one.
I’m glad.
Mmmm
What are white? Yes.
How much did I wear them, don’t you remember? Several days.
Good.
Smell them.
– Elena smiled, gently and at the same time.
half mockingly – and think of me.
He received a discharge, standing there, in the corner of the closet, behind a screen.
Like a boy in puberty.
His fetish at the time of discharge was not the chest favorite, but her posture, her voice, the treatment of him.
Morally devastating relief.
Even earlier, on the same day at dinner, Volodya became an unwitting witness to a very difficult scene for himself, hard even now, when he already knew everything.
Igor at a meal behaved very cheekily, constantly applied to the bottle, laughed loudly, throwing back his head.
Natalya was sitting at the head of the table, and his son, who had already eaten, immediately ran, Sergey was sitting next to him.

Between Sergey and Igor got Elena.
Volodya was, as it were, accidentally shifted to a far corner; for the first time he was not next to her, sitting across from his wife.
Natasha was telling something funny in her opinion, everyone had to listen to her.
Looking from Natalia to his wife, Volodya, through her rounded eyes, saw that something was happening.
Elena immediately twitched and looked dimly straight ahead.
Long before that, she felt Igor’s hand on her thigh, his wet palm slowly crawling up and then rising forward. lesbians webcam real
Her thighs under the tablecloth for a long time felt and squeezed, and then the impudent hand spread them to the sides.
The panty woman now barely put on, so the path was open.
A finger like a splintery bitch abruptly burst into its dry nature and began to rotate.
Elena, of course, did not resist.
She only spread her knees wider and, wincing, hardly put on her face the old mask of indifference.
I ate.
I’ll go to the car, check the engine.
– Igor, rising, imperceptibly held up his hand, sweeping along Lenin’s waist.

Half a minute later, Lena also rose.
She was a little pale.
Going to her husband, she whispered that she would come out on the veranda to refresh herself.
Natalya squinted at Vladimir and looked away.
He read in her eyes a sharp misunderstanding, some contemptuous aggression and a little bit of sympathy.
After some time, Natasha called the baby and asked him to play while in the house.
Then we will go out together.
Good? The little boy agreed with his mother and, jumping up and down, returned to the toys.
Volodya felt how the blood rushes to his temples and, pulsing, begins to respond with a knock in his head – is Sergei really that talkative? Even if not, he thought, his wife had eyes, and it is impossible not to see what is happening more and more openly, right under her nose, in the same summer cottage.
If it were not for life with its realities, with its exaggerations, gossip and the age-old system of relations, perhaps everything would be different, Volodya decided, and felt how he was again overwhelmed by a wave of love for his wife bordering on despair.

Lena returned red and crumpled.
Under the summer translucent topic, her chest bulged out, the nipple halos clearly showed through, the hard tips were clearly outlined under the stretched fabric.
The dress became so frivolous that Lena looked almost naked.
When walking, ripe breasts, not restrained by a bra, excitedly bounced and swayed.
Natasha, glancing at her, pursed her lip disapprovingly, she understood where her bra had gone.
Elena, trying not to look at anyone, immediately went upstairs.
Volodya blushed deeply – both for her and for himself.
Came the second day of the weekend.
The company broke up before lunch, everyone walked separately.
Some went to the forest, someone sat in the gazebo, someone in a lounge chair on the site.
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