Somebodys lights flashed on the hill, but it was too late to stop. Nothing could keep me.

Left hand I grabbed her handbag Nona. Right, I stuck a steel nail file directly into the throat of Blanchett. He issued a short bleat. I climbed out of the car.

Nona waved approaching car. In the snowy darkness, I could not see it properly, everything that Ive seen, the two dazzling ray of light from the headlights. I hid behind a car Blanchett, watching Nonoy through the rear window. The voting was almost not be heard in the growing noise of wind. " . . .

Happened to a lady? " " . . .

My father . . . the wind . . . a heart attack! " Could you . . . " I made a short rush, rounded the trunk of the car Norman Blanchette, and cautiously looked out.

Now I could see them.

Nona flexible silhouette next to a high figure.

They stood next to the pickup. Then they came to the " Chevrolet" on the left side to the place where Norman Blanchette hunched over the wheel, nail file and Nona protruded from his throat.

Driver of the pickup was a young boy, dressed in something like aviation jackets. He peered into the car.

I came back. " Oh my God, lady! " - He said. " Yes, this guy covered in blood! " What the . . . " I squeezed his neck with his right hand and left hand took hold of his right wrist.

Then, abruptly pulled him up. His head struck the top of the door, there was a dull sound. The guy went limp and fell into my arms. We could not continue. He had no time to properly see Nonu, but I did not see at all.

We could not continue. But he was the man to interfere in our affairs, yet one man, who stood in our way and trying to hurt us. Im tired of insults.

I strangled him. When it was over, I looked up and saw Nonu in the rays of headlights pereseka.

Eschihsya Chevrolet and pickup. Her face was a grotesque mask of hatred, love, triumph and joy. She opened her arms to me, and I went to see her. We kissed.

Her lips were cold, but the tongue - warm.

I am deeply ran his fingers through strands of her hair. Around us, the wind howled. " Now bring it all in order, " - she said. " Before we will be somebody else. " I gave everything in order. It was a sloppy job, but I knew it was all we needed. Win some time.

Then it will not matter.

Well be safe. The body of a young guy was easy.

I picked him up, moved across the road and threw it into the ravine. His limp body several times a somersault on the way to the bottom, just like a scarecrow stuffed with rags, which Mr.

Hollis made the pass on my cornfield every July. I went back for Blanchett. It was harder, and blood flowed from it as from slaughtered pigs.

I tried to pick it up, did three false step, and then the body slipped from my hands and fell onto the road. I turned it over. Nalip fresh snow on his face, making him look like a mask of the skier. I leaned over him, grabbed him by the arm and dragged her to the ravine. His feet left deep furrows in the snow.

I threw it down and watched as he slides down the slope on his back, throwing his arms above his head. His eyes were wide open and watched closely for falling directly on them snowflakes.

If snow will continue to go well, then by the time when there will be snow plows, the place of his eyes will be two small sugrobika. I went back on the road. Nona had already climbed into the cab pickup. She did not have to explain in what kind of car we drive. I could see the deathly pale spot on her face, black holes of her eyes, and thats all.

I sat in the car Blanchett, right on the pools of blood gathered in the recesses pupyrchatogo vinyl pad on the seat and put her on the shoulder. I turned off the lights and turned on the alarm of front.

Then I came out of the car. For every man is a passing scene will look as if the car broke down engine, and the driver went into town to find a repair shop. I was very pleased with his improvisation. As if my whole life I was engaged in that killing people. I hurried to the pickup, climbed into the cockpit and turned him toward the entry to the outpost.

She sat down next to me without touching me, but still pretty close. When she turned her head, her hair tickling my neck sometimes.

Like me touching a tiny electrode. One time I needed to put his hand on her hip to make sure it actually exists. She laughed softly. All of this actually happened. The wind howled, tossing handfuls of snow into the windows.

We drove to the south. Across the bridge from Harlow, when you drive on highway 126 to the direction of the Castle Hythe, you pass by a huge, newly renovated facilities under the ridiculous pretext of " Youth League Castle Rock. " They there are twelve lines of bowling with faulty machines to install the pins, a few old arcade machines, a jukebox with the best hits of the sample in 1957, three billiard table and stand with cola and chips, which you also are available for hire for bowling shoes that look like as if they had just taken off the corpse. Name of institution ridiculous because most young people go to Castle Rock in the evening or in the outdoor cinema in Jay Hill, or on the road race at Oxford Plains. Here, however, usually stapled cool people from Gretna, Harlow and very Roca. On average, in the parking lot is a fight for the evening.

I began to appear there since the second year of high school.

One of my buddies, Bill Kennedy, has worked there for three nights a week, and when the next one was not, allowed me to run the ball just once.

It was not such a great entertainment, but still better than returning home to Hollis. There I met Ace Merrilom. No special no doubt that he was the coolest guy of all three cities.

He went to a shabby Ford 1952 release, and it was rumored that if necessary he could squeeze out of him one hundred and thirty miles per hour all the way from home to the Youth League. " He served as the king, his pomaded hair was smoothly combed back. He came to the bowling alley and blew the ball several times, paying ten cents for each game. Does it good?

Do not even ask. When included Betsy, he bought her stake, and they went together.

You might even hear a quiet sigh of relief, pulled out of those present when the door slammed.

Nobody has ever fought with him in the parking lot. Nobody, except me. His girlfriend was Betsy Malenfant, I think the most beautiful girl in the whole Castle Rock. Maybe she was not too spectacular, but when you looked at it, this was not important.

She had the most perfect complexion that I have ever seen, and not because of makeup, no. Black as coal, hair, dark eyes, big mouth and a beautiful figure, she was not averse to demonstrate. And who would dare to climb to her, when far been Ace Merrill. No normal person.

I was attracted to her. Not as my lover and not as None, though Betsy and looked like her younger sister. But in its own way it was as serious and just as hopeless. Next to her, I felt sucker. She was seventeen, two years longer than me.

I began to appear in the Youth League, " more and more frequently, even on those evenings when there was not Billy, just to catch a glimpse of her. I felt like a hunter of birds, but I had no chance of success. I came home, lied to Hollis about where I was, and trudged to his room.

I wrote long, passionate letters, which described her what I would do with it, and then tore them to pieces. Lessons in school, I dreamed of how he proposed to her and together well run away to Mexico City.

She must have understood that happens to me, and it seems to her a little flattered, because when Ace was not there, she treated me quite nice. She approached me, sat on the chair, allowed to buy her a Coke and gently touch his hips. It drove me crazy. One evening in early November, I was hanging around the institution, from time to time playing with Bill in the billiard and waited for her to come. Zalchik was empty, since there were still eight hours.

Outside scoured the dreary wind, heralding winter. " You better stop this thing, " - " Bill said, sending the ninth number in the right corner. " Quit what? " " You know. " " No, I do not know. " It was the turn of Bill and I went to omit a dime in the jukebox. " Betsy Malenfant. Charlie Hogan told Ace about how you prowl around her.

Charlie seemed all that funny, well, that she is older and everything else, but Ace did not even smile. " " It is for me does not mean anything" - I said with white lips. " Well, if so, " - said Bill, and then came two guys, and Bill went to the bar to give them the biliary balls. Ace came about nine oclock.

He was alone. He never paid me any attention, and I almost forgot to mention the words of Billy. When youre invisible, you start thinking you are invincible. I stood at a slot machine and was fascinated by the game. I do not even notice how around it was quiet: people stopped bowling and billiards.

Then I felt like someone threw me right on the machine. I collapsed to the floor like a sack.

He stood and looked at me.

Neither strand of hair is not all cried out his perfect hair. His jacket with a zipper was half unbuttoned. " Come here to hang out, " - he said gently, - " otherwise Ill have a little touch up your appearance. " He went out.

All eyes were on me. I wanted to go down the drain, until I noticed the expression on most people envy. I gave myself up with an indifferent manner and dropped another dime in the slot machine. Two guys on their way to the door, approached me and slapped me on the back, without uttering a word.

At eleven oclock, when the institution closed, Billy offered to take me home by car. " This could end badly for you, if you are not careful. " " Do not worry about me" - I said.

He did not answer. After two or three days, about seven appeared Betsy. Besides me, there was only one more wonderful guy named Vern Tess off from school for a couple of years before. I hardly noticed him. He was even more invisible than I do.

She went to the place where I played, so close I could smell her clean skin. From this, I felt dizzy. " I heard that Ace did to you" - she said. " I am now allowed to talk with you, but Im not going to do, but I know how to fix it. " She kissed me. Then she went out, even before language tack out of my throat.

I returned to the game in full trance. I do not even notice how Tessie went to tell everybody the news. Before me stood her dark, dark eyes. Later that evening we met in the parking lot with Ace Merrilom. He did not leave me on the living room.

It was cold, terribly cold, and by the end I started crying, not thinking about who can see or hear it, and hear and see me, could do practically everything. Lone Lantern mercilessly illuminated the scene.

I never even managed to really hit him. " 0key" - he said, crouching down next to me. He even does not breath. He took out his pocket knife and pressed the button. Jumped seven inches drenched in moonlight steel. " And this is in store for me next time. I will engrave your name on your eggs. " He stood up and gave me the last kick, and left.

For ten minutes I lay on the frozen mud, shivering. Nobody came up to me, no one slapped me on the back, even Bill. Does not appear, and Betsy, for all to fix it.

In the end I went alone and ride to get home. I told Mrs. Hollis, caught a ride to that, driven by a drunken man, and we slid into a ditch.

Never again will I not show up in the Youth League. " After a while Ace threw Betsy, and since then she rolled down the slope with increasing speed, just like a loaded truck with no brakes.

By the way, she picked up the clap. Billy said that he saw her one evening in Levinstone: she begged the two guys ordered her a drink. He said that she lost several teeth and her nose was cut. He said that I would never know it. But by the time I did not care.

In the pickup were bald tires, and before we got to Levinstona, alloy steel tie in fresh snow. It took us forty five minutes to drive twenty- two miles. Man on the outpost in Levinstona took sixty cents, and asked: " slippery on the road? " None of us answered him.

We drove to the place where wants to go.

If I had not kept her dumb this mystical connection, I could only say that all the way she sat on a dusty pickup truck seat, clutching the bag tightly and staring straight into the road and an unusually intense gaze. I felt that I was shivering breaks. We drove on Highway 136.

There were almost no cars: the wind became stronger and the snow tumbled down thicker than ever before. Passing Harlow Village, we noticed on the sidelines of a healthy inverted " Buick" . Position blinked, giving the alarm, and in front of me suddenly came a ghost- twin machine Norman Blanchett. Now it has probably drifted snow.

There was only a shapeless drift in the dark.

The driver of the Buick tried to stop me, but I swept past without even slowing down the progress and pour it filthy zhizhey from under the wheels. Adhere to the windshield wipers of snow. I leaned down and shook one of them. Part of the snow fell, and was seen a little better.

Harlow looked like a ghost town: everything was closed and submerged in darkness. Ive included a right turn, about to turn onto the bridge leading to the Castle rock. The rear wheels started to slip, but I straightened the car. Across the river I could see the dark silhouette of the Youth League. " Institution looked empty and closed.

Suddenly I was sorry, terribly sorry that I left a pain and death.

It was at this point, Nona said the first sentence, since we are left with gardinerskoy outpost. " Behind the police car. " " Hes . . ? " " No, the flasher is turned off. " But I got nervous, and maybe thats why something happened. Highway 136 makes a direct turn before the bridge at Castle Rock. From the first corner I managed, but then the highway was covered with ice. " Damn . . . " Ass pickup truck skidded and before I had the car, he crashed into one of the most powerful piers. We glided forward, like a rollercoaster.

The next moment I noticed the blinding lights going for us a police car. The driver hit the brakes - I noticed a red reflections from the brake lights on the flying snow - but he got on the ice. He ran straight at us. When we touched the next pillar, there was a sharp rasp. I was thrown to his knees None.

Even for a brief moment I could feel happy smooth, taut flesh of her thighs. Pickup stopped. Now, police emergency lights switched on. She cast a blue glow pulsating on the hood of a pickup and snow- capped piers between Harlow and Castle Rock. When police opened the door of his car, the cabin was lighted lamp.

If he had not hung out with us, this would have happened. This idea has continually revolved in my brain like a needle stuck in the players damaged groove.

I laughed hard, frozen smile, while my hand on the floor sharila cab pickup. I fumbled for an open box with tools, took out a wrench and put it on the seat between Nonoy and myself. The policeman looked through the window, his face took on the diabolical traits in flares flashers. " Do not you think that youre driving too fast for such weather conditions, and, boy? " " But does not it seem to you that you went too close, eh? " - I asked. " For such a weather? " " I do not Will you be rude to me, son? " " Im going, if youre going to continue to ram me in his wheelbarrow. " " Lets take a look at your rights and the registration card. " I pulled out his wallet and handed him his rights. " The registration card? " " This is my brothers truck. He has a habit to carry a registration card in his wallet. " " You speak the truth? " - He looked hard at me, trying to force me to lower his eyes. When he realized that its not so easy, he looked at Nonu.

I was ready to scratch his eyes out in retaliation for an expression that appeared in them. " Whats your name? " " Cheryl Craig, sir. " " What do you roll out the dough with him in the truck of his brother in the midst of a snowstorm, Cheryl? " " We are going to visit my uncle. " " The Rock? " " Yes, sir. " " I do not know anyone named Craig in Castle Rock. " " His name Emonds.

He lives on Bowen Hill. " " You speak the truth? " He went to the back of the truck to make out license plates. I opened the door and looked out. He wrote down the number. He came up and I never got back into the cabin, staying in the bright light of his headlamp. " Im going . . .

What are you, boy? " I did not have a look to understand what I mean. I used to think that leaned out of the cab just absent- mindedly, but now as I write this, I think differently. The point here is not the distraction. I think I wanted it to be noticed.

I took the wrench. " What do you mean? " He walked another two steps. " But you seem to be injured. Youve got to . . . " I swung the key. His hat fell off during the accident, and his head was uncovered.

I killed him with one blow, the upper part of the forehead.

Never forget the sound of a stroke. Like a pound of butter fell on hard floor. " Hurry up, " - said Nona.

Michael Cassidy was awakened by the howls Ultrasonic. This crap beat him on the eardrum until it has gone beyond the threshold of audibility. He slid his feet into the darkness.

Several times the hurt on the wall, and feeling his bruises, he tiredness discovered that his hands were studded with numerous small korostok as if they were stabbed repeatedly with a mass of needles. The sound drives him mad.

Run! Hide from it slowly kills him cry! A tiny scrap of light appeared on the left. He turned and walked out of the darkness.

Gradually, the bright spot has grown and it became clear that this doorway.

Michael ran through it and froze, blinking in the dazzling sun hit his eyes.

Naked and sweaty, with his head filled with fog, he did not quite understand the difference between reality and the recent nightmare dreams. The top and all sides inarticulate rumble, like he was surrounded by an invisible crowd. However, unaccustomed to the light of Michaels eyes almost nothing is seen. He blinked, defending himself against a violent lights. A little farther Michael distinguish bulky dark figure.

Overcoming spontaneous, sudden convulsion anger, he ran towards the unknown. In my mind the question: " Why? " , But the answer to it and was not found. Naked feet of Michael Cassidy suddenly entered the hot sand, but he paid no attention to the pain of the burn. What a miserable part of his brain continued to ask unanswerable questions: " Why? " , " Why? " . But all the brain as a whole seemed to be driven by someone else.

Stop! The legs themselves stalled, raising a cloud of acrid burning dust. Before him, shamelessly legs apart, stood a naked woman, beckoning his manicured nail. Michael swallowed noisily and then waves of fire took place at the level of his waist. Groan, he slowly turned to the woman.

And the one dancing on the sand, was removed, still beckoning him to her. Adding a step, he caught her and tried to hug . . . But Michaels hands closed in a vacuum. And again - the wave of fire - now in his left shoulder.

But the woman continued to beckon him into a light dance. Squinting, he saw sticking out of the shoulder steel spokes. Blood stokala slowly down to the elbow. Before Michael could hear the roar of approval from a distance. . . .

The woman was again nearby. Quickening pace of persecution. But now the right shoulder of Michael burned steel fire. She disappeared, and he remained standing, shaking and sweating, trying to discern something far watery eyes. " The despicable deceit! - He decided. - I never play this game! " The woman appeared again, but Michael contemptuously turned away from her, vacantly swinging his head in hopes of kick out of her foolishness and fog.

When he realized his head, eyes, Michael is already focused on a very different figure: seven feet high, four strong, muscular arms. A person . . . Well, face, God forgive me!

In one hand was something dangerously shiny. Make out what it is, it was too bright harsh light. Hate suddenly was filled brain of Michael and he rushed at the stranger.

The pain struck in the side. " Wait a minute!

Hwa- a- atit! " Madness. Thats crazy! " - Told him, that, independent of the will of others, of consciousness. Kill me, Lord, if this is not an arena Corrida!

But I - a man, not a bull and I just can not . . . - Kneeling, he gathered handfuls of sand. Serious steps towards him approaching death, blinding, excruciating brilliance weapons in hand, the enemy.

The man got up slowly.

Dark figure swayed from it. Michael stepped behind. Now he remembered everything: he - a lawyer, lives in Brooklyn. Last night for him on the street approached the stranger and asked for a cigarette.

In the face of Michael hit the jet narcotic eyes with the smell of alpine violets. And then - the awakening in the darkness of the stall . . . Snarl, he threw a handful of sand in the face of substance.

Followed - the second. Michael could hear the sand squeak on the teeth of the enemy, as squinted his eyes. Abruptly snatched from the shoulder steel spokes, Michael drove her to the middle orbit monster.

Something hit him in the back.

In the eyes of darkness fell. He lay motionless. When Michael was able to move again, he saw a dark figure very close and tried to grab her. But the back pain became unbearable, and the feet dripped was quite a pool of blood. - You can not do this to me!

I am not a bull! Im a man!

In response, he thundered applause. Michael ran forward toward the opponent, once again trying to hitch a ride with him, keep him, kill him, if he can. But every time the pain became only himself.

Then he stood, panting, his mouth wide open.

Shoulders and back ached unbearably. At the moment, his brain cleared and he said: - God, your case is - to play the game? The answer, he was silent. Creature came and hit. Michael will rest at his feet, feeling pain in his side shiny.

Hand striker struck twice more and the pain pierced his chest dying. He felt numb. - Or do you - the devil? - He whispered growing cold lips. - No, not that . . . So where am I? Before his death, he had to feel the pain of another - a hand cut off the ears of Michael . . .

His head was splitting from the terrible hangover. A bright ray of sun hit in the eye and made him squint. Andrew slowly looked around trying to determine their whereabouts. His neck ached horribly, apparently gone to sleep in an uncomfortable poze.

On lying on the couch in his room.

One shoe propped his head another lonely hanging with his outstretched legs. Jeans pulled down to his knees, his shirt unbuttoned. The beautiful image, one slovom.

Andrey tried to sit up, but the first two attempts were unsuccessful. Then he decided to recall how ended yesterday evening. It also proved difficult, rather impossible.

In memory of all stored events of yesterday until the advent of the girls.

More proval. On again attempted to take this time it failed. With difficulty climbing Andrew went to the mirror.

What he saw made for a second to step back and headache and toshnotu. Iz mirror it looked something with rearing hair.

Her lips were bright red lipstick wearing makeup, in terms of eye smeared mascara. On the neck near the collarbone flashed two tracks of passionate potseluev. On hardly looked up from the magic show and trudged into the kitchen.

Steps trouble. My whole body ached, especially the lower back and . . . the terrible guess pierced Andrew. He, as much as possible, quickly returned to the mirror and turned back to him, lowered his jeans, and with them, and trusy. Vtoroy time this morning, retreated nausea and headache.

Looking at himself over his shoulder, he saw in the mirror of his white ass, striped with red welts on top of which the marker was drawn heart pierced by an arrow. Arrowhead pointed at the heart of ass. " What was yesterday? " : Mentally Andrei asked himself.

He drank two glasses of water in one gulp, he got into the bathroom, and began to carefully wash with a trace of yesterdays spree. The phone rang. - Andrei, well, you? - Hurriedly said the familiar voice - lets ow me of doctoring. I have a cold beer. Take a rest and chat.

Come quickly . - Kolyunya what happened yesterday? - Difficulty pronouncing words said Andrew . - Dryunya is a full mortality. But I do not remember everything, but it was cool. Lets get ready. Zhdu.

V tube sounded short gudki. Ne leisurely dressed Andrew went to the other. No sooner had Andrew click on the bell, the door opened, Nickys apartment. Nick, aka Kolyunya, aka Nick, aka Cole stood in front of Andrew in his shorts with dirty disheveled hair of a bottle of beer in his hand . - Come on darling, - is welcome, invited Nicholas, smiling broadly.

It was obvious that he had swallowed pivka. Andrey walked with bowed head. All the kitchen table was bottled beer. Two empty bottles stood under the table. Nicholas quickly got another glass and filled it with life- giving liquid foam.

The first glass of Andrew drank. - Go ahead, tell me - he said quietly, reaching for a cigarette . - Oh, and we pulled back yesterday - said Nicholas, after drinking beer from a bottle - at least you remember anything? " - Just as the girls came, and then fail. - They are, incidentally, now to the four promised to come. Wow, cool chicks! You are their muzzles pomnish.

Andrey shook his head . - Listen, why are we sitting here. I have the same camera was charged. Lets see what can and vspomnish.

Zahvativ couple of bottles of friends went into the room. While Nick was preparing Vidic Andrew painfully recalled yesterday evening . . . . . . here we are Kolyuney drink cognac. Here come the girls. How do they look? It seems nice.

A slender, red. Another dark- haired with short hair just below and replenished first. I have something to say.

Everyone laughs. Again drink. Dancing.

Hugs. Similarly, during the dance, I began to fondle her breasts. She smiles. Oh! She squeezes my cock.

I do not remember, and a member of the recall. Even now comes from the memories. Kolyunya lifted the skirt of his girlfriend and did not hesitate stroked her between her legs. What next?

Sitting on the couch naked to the waist . . . beautiful . . . they have breast haired something offers . . . Yes! Pills! Each one and drink cognac. Then . . . then . . . like naked bodies.

No, I do not remember.

Andrew eagerly emptied his glass. Nick turned Vidic and laughed loudly, apparently anticipating an entertaining TV zrelische. Iz heard familiar music.

Funny voices merged into a loud noise. That girl. Andrew frowned painfully: - Something I did not know.

Yesterday was like a sympathetic . - And you, my dear man, how many hours to dine? - Venomously asked Nick - you yesterday he was ready and the old woman to climb, and those still in full rate. Ah, damn. Camera shitty set, not all vidno. Na screen with Andrew Kolyuney, in his underpants, danced with naked girls.

Andrei pants were badly stuck out and she enthusiastically caressing his body hand . - Mila, I was ready - is clearly heard from the screen - raising svoego. Ryzhenkaya down in front of Nick on his knees and lowered his pants to start mashing member, and for those two kissing took it into his mouth. Nick groaned and his head in his hands, the girls began to move rhythmically zadom. Ekran darkened, and then automatically become established sharpness, this is Andrews girlfriend with the dance came too close to the camera. - Alla, help me.

Kohl something quite weak, - said Mila firing mouth chlen. Alla leaving him approached Nick from behind and began rubbing his chest on his back. Andrew shaking moment approached her from behind and slightly bent. She obediently spread her legs and bent her hands around her waist Nike. Andrew Panting was entered in her his penis.

She passionately groaned. Andrew nor how he could not get where necessary.

Then Allah turned to him and kneeling down took his cock in her mouth.

Thoroughly licked it, she again turned her back to him and helped him voyti.

V the same time Mila tried in all over a member of Nike. Member has already begun to rise.

Mila looked up from his task and in a trembling voice: - Guys, come on divan. Ona took Nick for a member and led to the couch. They were followed and Andrew with Alia. Alla still holding Kolka waist, and Andrew continued to fuck her . . .

Andrew poured himself a beer. - Neither of which I do not remember - crushed " he said . - And I remember - Nick said wistfully, - suck it cool. Yes and it hurt my couch. There, look, look, now Im her first time in the ass planted. Polly from her - class!

You see, it slightly went wrong and now Im in a rage vhodit. S screen could hear a mixture of sounds from the music and hot moans.

Nick picked up the remote and began to see an entry in an accelerated mode . - Here, neither of which is not visible from the table.

And now the fun begins.

See ALLCA offers to swap roles.

Slushay. Iz TVs voice of Alla: ; enough you our popochki tyranny. If you want us to be a priest, then we also want you there too; . - Look, See - Nick fidgeted impatiently in his chair - I just finished Mielke in the ass.

On the screen came another voice: ; What are you saying? - Andrew could hardly recognize your voice, - , we then have something to please you, and you like?

Titten what? - Now youll argue - butted Nick poured himself a beer - in, Milk per bag and went away, now the show will be . . . Andrew eagerly drank his beer and reached for a cigarette. Kolyunya added sound: ; Not so with never go - the voice of Nicks TV - lets think of something. I propose to play cards for wishes, - offered Mila - you have a card? ; Nicholas accelerated again show: - There will be a long game to choose - he explained - but now you can see. On the screen of their bare the company has already sat in the circle table and excitedly played cards.

Next to the deck, lay an artificial member with straps . - So - heard the voice of Andrew - Mila, you lost and now you will in turn fulfill our desires.

Alla, I reckon the first . - My dear, now you guys are fucking in two holes, and youll lick my popochku - Alla said softly, rising from his chair and heading for the couch . - No- e, - Nick mumbled rewinding frames - are of little interest.

Right now I lose, I think.

Tochno. S screen Milas voice was heard: - All Kohl caught.

Alia, what do you want?

He will do. Andrew you too think. And I already know. Nicky, get up on the sofa with his knees and hold on to the back, now Ill teach you our craft . . .

Andrew took a nervous sip of beer. From the TV voices could be heard, but he did not hear them. All his attention was riveted to the screen. Meanwhile, Alia gracefully put dildos.

Andrew was struck by this amazing spectacle. Girl with manhood seemed unusually attractive. Her short black hair gave her resemblance to the boy and the white, tender breasts fucking seductive swaying with every movement. In addition, pictures are thin straps cut into the priest emphasized the roundness of the hips girl.

In short, Andrew began to recall the events of yesterday. The screen is lovely went to Alla and kneeling down began to lick her cock. After a few seconds Alla went to Nick and almost force bent his head to the artificial organ. Kolyunya surrendered.

He opened his mouth and Alla view of this they began to rhythmically move the member in his mouth. Andrew meanwhile, approached her from behind and put his arm around his chest. They have merged into a single tseloe. Razbila this track Mila. She climbed under the Nike and took him asleep in his mouth organ.

Andrew was left alone in front of his face. Alla, without wasting time, already was trying to flush the hole Kolyuni. In his tense posture could understand that it is already included vnutr. Andrey, uzrevshy an open heart Mila, was led by a member of the pink lips of the girl. All this he did, that is, under the nose of Nick.

Kolya stared a little bending in the mouth fragrant roses, which already was a member of Andrew.

And within seconds, his cock jumped out of the hot cave and found himself in no less hot mouth friend.

So he went on. Every Milla, once Kolyune. Alla already tried hard. The body of Nick just shook from its aftershocks. - Nick - a hoarse voice, Andrew, - off, let digest . - All right, - has agreed to one - will continue when the girls come.