This story took place in the mid-seventies, when I was living with a man on a farm, near the village with us and our two daughters, who were then 21 and 22 years old, and I had 36 men behind me at the time, still turning, married I soon, as it was common at that time, the man was nearly ten years older. The girls studied in a husband worked on assembly, were not, often at home.
The holidays had started, the girls went into camps as an instructor, the man was at the assembly Slovak, only occasionally rode home on the weekends, and I was alone.
One hot day, the doorbell rang, I was wearing a blue shirt and panties after her daughter, which she wore on exercise in school, I went to open the door and stood tall, tall, handsome young man introduced himself as Peter, a classmate of my older daughter Anky out of high school after the holidays they both get on for the last year and pretty daughter swam in mathematics. “Hello, I’m coming for Anka, we spoke with before the holidays to help her with math,” I replied, but both girls are pioneer camp as a trainee, he looked startled, to me Anka told that I did not poison here twenty kilometers by bike … So we will not stand in the doorway, come on, I said, would you like something to drink or eat? It’s because we do not have a telephone, Anka was to be at home, but my sister is both talked a week ago, there guns Head and so she drove helps at, should return in a month, you probably she did not say it was quite a hurry. We sat on the terrace, Peter was a strapping young man, I’m a lot about him from Mia Khalifa Pornstar heard flew him all the girls in the class, was valedictorian, well learned a lot of sports. We talked about school, his hobbies, I liked his reaction, have been cultivated on its age very mature, time ran out and quickly pulled. “I get wet hay, I shouted,” I will help you harvest it, Peter said, we ran into the meadow behind the house, it quickly shrabali to pile and covered with plastic. It began to rain, we immediately were wet, we ran back into the house.
The bathroom, we have to dry over wet panties and T-shirt I shone through the contours of nipples and pussy, Peter looked at me and I saw his penis reacts. I could be his mom, I thought, but I was attracted by the desire for recognition. A man we had a nice relationship, but after the birth of her daughter we could not give birth to his desired son, the doctor told me that.