Elena Zhemarkina. Part 1 ⇐ General

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..I am 47 years old. The children grew up long ago, and even earlier the romance in the relationship with her husband disappeared. I came to terms with this course of things and, as my husband, Ivan, says, I was preparing to meet old age. But... At the very beginning of February, my friend and classmate, Vita Orlova, persuaded me to go to an alumni reunion evening. I hadn’t been there for a hundred years, but then, unexpectedly, I agreed. That evening turned out to be so-so. Poorly prepared, no organization. Groups of people of different ages walk from class to class. Noise, din. Vitka and I never met our own people. We ran into Ira K., the former Komsomol organizer of the school. She was older than us. But this did not interfere with our communication. We remembered the past. Ira works at the same school, teaching mathematics. Behind the closed door, opposite which we stood and talked, we could hear noise, bursts of laughter, and applause. Then the door opened and a cheerful group rolled out towards us. Apparently these were graduates of very recent years. They were in their early twenties. /a> “Hello, Aunt Lena!” I heard a familiar voice. Having looked closely, I recognized the son of my friend and colleague among the young people. We are both nurses, I am a manipulation specialist, she is an ophthalmologist. Yes, it was Danila himself! “Hello, Danya!” I warmly greeted the young man. “Mikha!” he turned to someone from his company, take a photo of us. Let's capture the inextricable connection of generations! With these words, Danila wedged himself between Irina K. and me and hugged both of us by the waist. I didn’t see how he hugged Ira, but I felt his hand on me much higher than my waist. [imghttps://i.postimg.cc/5NgsBSvZ/B.jpg][/img] “However!” I thought, but didn’t do anything to avoid focusing on this. I was already at home when Danila sent me a photo. Looking at him, I saw that the guy's hand was indeed too bold. “How did he like you!” the husband who approached laughed. I playfully slapped him on the lips. I couldn’t sleep for a long time, I kept mulling over the young man’s prank in my memory. A couple of weeks later Valya, Dani’s mother, calls me. /a> - Lenka! Can you lend me your sewing machine for a week? I desperately need it, mine is broken. - No problem. Come, take it, use it. Always at your service! - I was fooling around. - No, I won’t come myself, I’ll send Danka! /a> “As you wish,” I agreed, and something skipped a beat... He appeared late in the evening. By that time I had already come home from work and had time to change clothes. Giving the guy the typewriter in a case, she warned him jokingly. - Make sure you don't break it! Otherwise you won’t get even with me and pinched his elastic belly...

Late in the evening Valya called. - Cool car you have. Just a miracle! Do you mind if I hold her until the weekend? Danya will bring it on Saturday. - Fine. There are still four days until Saturday. I was surprised to notice that I was already looking forward to this Saturday and began to understand why I was waiting! In the evening, lying in bed with my husband, I lightly patted his stomach. “You’re kind of flabby, you’ve grown a belly.” I gave up my sport. — We are playing football this Saturday. Don't wait until evening. We have a tournament... “Well, play if you need to,” I agreed, experiencing intense delight in my soul. I could hardly wait for Saturday. Danka arrived at eleven; my husband had not been home for a long time. By that time I had not yet properly dressed, I walked around the apartment in a jumpsuit, stockings and slippers. Hearing the bell, I put on my robe and went to meet the guest. He came in a T-shirt and jeans, as many people dress. I was a little disappointed, I expected Danya to dress something more smartly or something. “Mom thanks you for the typewriter,” he said after greeting me. She praised her very much! “I like her too!” I continued the conversation. I sew some of my own clothes. I recently sewed a combination. Do you want me to show you!? Danila hesitated and did not answer. But I didn't back down. “I’ll still show you!” and took off her robe. The guy looked at me slightly dumbfounded. I, of course, understood that I was no longer a girl or an inch. But I really wanted the young man’s attention. However, not only attention! And I went all in. I don’t know where the strength came from! Grabbing Danka around the waist, I carried him to the bedroom! She dragged it like a sack! In the bedroom, she laid him on the bed and, without letting the guy come to his senses, began a sexual game with him. She kissed him, stroked him with her hands in various places. Danya quickly came to his senses after a short-term shock. He began to respond to my caresses. Sluggish at first, but then more and more active. Now he was already snoring above me like a locomotive! I would never have thought that he could have such sexual experience, but his caresses were much more professional than, for example, my husband! Like all men, he was most attracted to my breasts. Having moved the strap of the jumpsuit, Danya caressed my nipple with his tongue. I froze, sensitively listening to my feelings. The nipple literally trembled from the gentle and wet touches of the tongue! I presented the other nipple to the guy and again gave in to the growing wave of passion. Danila, apparently, decided that the combination did not give him the opportunity to fully enjoy himself, and removed it from me. Then slowly, as if savoring it, he pulled off my panties. I would never have thought that a woman of my age could count on cunnilingus from such a young partner. But, nevertheless, Danya gave me such joy.
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—Where did he get such experience!?—I was perplexed, experiencing intense pleasure. My pussy quickly rewarded the guy with a portion of her juices. This only infuriated him... Having received a good portion of pleasure, I decided that it was time to reciprocate. “Do you like blowjobs?” asked Danya. “Umgu,” he mumbled. Stupid question, of course. Who doesn't love it! I just wanted to hear his voice. My blowjob quickly brought the guy to ecstasy. I immediately slowed down and gave him the opportunity to come to his senses. - I didn’t finish! It’s already good!” I said out loud. < /a> “Yes, I didn’t even think about cumming,” Danya answered calmly. I'm not a snotty boy. “Oh, my Casanova!” I exclaimed and pounced on him, no longer fearing an inadequate reaction... < /a>
Given my age, Danya fucked me so that the main physical effort fell on him. I mostly lay on my side and enjoyed his cock. Only at the end did I climb onto my partner and, like a rider on a stallion, allow myself a short gallop. However, pretty soon I was out of breath and decided to finish the job orally. Danya didn’t mind and very soon my mouth was filled with his sperm. For a few seconds I decided what to do with her. Looking at the guy, I realized that he was waiting for my decision. I understood perfectly well what Danila wanted. Therefore, I demonstratively swallowed the seed, giving the guy great moral pleasure. “Can we do this again someday?” I asked Danya when he was leaving... He smiled, but did not answer and closed the door behind him.