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The beginning of the concert was delayed, as it always happens with great foreign groups, and the public began to get nervous.
From this somewhat nervous crowd, a group of young people stood out, in the amount of 3 people, dressed stylishly and expensively.
Tall, tall young people, having drunk too much, shouted jokes towards the stage.

There was no foul language, no excessively loud phrases, they just had fun, what attracted the attention of others who came, including ours.
After 5 minutes of such “fun”, my wife was in the company of fervent youngsters and shouted jokes with them, supporting them.
For a drunk and general merriment, the concert was simply breathtakingly good, and we, having met the whole company during the concert, decided to move to our home after the end of the concert, since it was only one quarter to go.
The tipsy wife all the time hung on the men around her, then one, then the other.
Often, jumping on my back with the demands to carry her gently exposed her ass from the skirt, snatching almost to her panties and exposing her slim legs in black stockings.
At such moments, the guys, as if casually lagged behind a little and tried to help me, supporting her around the waist and grabbing her almost bare ass.

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We got home without incident, cheerfully and loudly telling jokes and funny life stories.
Arriving home settled in the hall on the couches, turning on the music went to look for what they have at home from drinks and snacks.
My wife, who was almost completely drunk, tired and drunk, lounged on the couch, giving us a complete check-out for housekeeping in the kitchen.
Her skirt ripped up a bit showing the laced edge of the stockings and the most intimate triangle in black panties.
The blouse was disheveled from riding on her back and racing down the street, showing a beautiful bra and gorgeous breasts in it.
The intoxicating look and hair disheveled over her shoulders made her in the twilight of the room just a night goddess.
The guys did not pay any attention to the appearance of the spouse, thereby relaxing my attention.
Everyone was drunk, not only she, which made our company behave relaxed and easy.
While I was cutting an appetizer, the guys were smoking and whispering quietly behind me, I heard only chuckles and some phrases that I almost didn’t understand, or didn’t want to make out and delve into what was said.
Continuing drunkenness in the hall, I barely caught that my wife and I always poured a little more than them, and therefore my wife quickly got drunk and fell asleep right on the sofa in the hall, taking up

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Ass bare, legs braided in an unusual knot.
Hands slipped under the head completely pulled up the blouse, giving to see a flat stomach and a navel with a piercing.
– Guys, pour, while I take my wife into the bedroom! – I practically said with the words of D’Artagnan, but my legs did not obey me after drinking and coordination left much to be desired. Hidden cam beach nude.

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