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– And then she argues: what a good couple we will be, how much she will give birth to my children.
I’m tired.

– I can call a friend, a good girl and without complexes.
“Okay, go,” I interrupted her verbiage, “I will be at home.”
Have fun, – he began to gather in the store.
Then the day rolled along the rolled curve.
Mother was in the kitchen, I helped.
We did not return to the morning talk, although it was obvious that she was tense and worried.
In the evening around seven came Christina.
It turned out to be a pretty nice lady, as I understood the new boss of the mother.
She was the same age, perhaps a little older.
But the same strong sporty look.
And she was dressed accordingly.
Short slightly below the groin a spacious tunic and tight trousers.
Knee-type leggings, and below a wide flare.
I looked at her with interest when I started helping my mother, setting the table.
Slightly lower

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than mine, with wide hips, with a well-toned booty, which moved energetically, creating the effect that it exists separately from the rest of the body.
I already shuddered, so I wanted to pinch her, especially when the pants were taut, showing the relief hidden under them.
Clear as if drawn folds of the genital lips, protruding pubis and flat tummy.
Then we sat down at the table.
I, as the only man, were by default assigned to pour.
Opposite me, Christine was seated by my mother who sat down on the side, and with my back to the door.

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Still, the kitchen is 10 square meters cramped space.
After a couple of glasses, the conversation turned first to work, and then to the men.
Christina, not embarrassed me, defamed the entire male team, accusing them en masse of the inability and unwillingness to work.
And at the end of the phrase inadvertently added: – If only I could in bed that we could! Why, and there are middling! “Krista, stop it,” my mother suddenly asked, “again you are talking about this.”
Listening to their conversation, I was a little taken aback, and in order to hide my interest I began to fill up almost full glasses.
When I put the bottle on the table, I felt a stranger touch my leg.
As I understood what it was, she rubbed herself against my ankle, slid higher and nestled between her knees.
After lying for a while, I began to stroke my thighs.
From the conversation and these rather clever movements, my nature began to awaken, rapidly filling all the free space in my pants.
I flinched and caught Christina’s gaze.
It was the gaze of the hunter who took the prey.
And the prey was myself.
She turned her gaze to her mother, but she chatted, twisting a glass of wine over her leg.
She clearly did not notice anything.
But I saw and felt.
Christina pointedly leaned back in her chair and slid down a little.
The result appeared instantly, now the foot rubbed on my rearing hillock.
She smiled, agreeing to her mother, quietly continuing her stretching exercises.
I froze in place, trying not to show the kind that I feel.
And at this time the phone rang.
Everyone shuddered leg, exploring my crotch, disappeared, and my mother grabbed the phone.
Looking at the number, with a sigh, pressed the call.
She listened to the monologue of the interlocutor, inserting: yes; okay; but after all the holiday; I’ll call you back
Then she leaned over to Cristina and whispered something in her ear.
She nodded and said: – Let’s go.
Take a taxi and “one leg is the other one over there”! I would take you, but they will be too fat if we both come.
And hurry up.
The holiday is not over.
“Okay,” Mom replied, “I went to get dressed.”
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