Latina live webcam. “That’s it …,” he said, getting up on a chair and stopped short, peering inside.
I deliberately did not say anything and looked at the teenager, having understood that I guess what he sees, he blushed strongly.
When he began to descend awkwardly, I saw the reason for his awkwardness.
This “reason” was strongly protruding from his sweatpants, causing the boy to duck and turn away from me to go to his place at the table.

Strange, I suddenly also felt a slight outrage in my pants and was surprised that this scene began to excite me.
Meanwhile, the sound of water subsided, a minute later Sveta came out, fresh and smiling.
She did not know that we were spying on her, and therefore, waving her hand to me, as if nothing had happened, she went to “our” room.
Quickly washed, I joined her on the couch.
She already fell asleep.
I hugged her and fell asleep too.
When we woke up, it was already about three o’clock in the afternoon, and therefore rather hot and stuffy.

We got up and heard voices in the next room.
“The youth has come to life,” said Sveta.
“Let’s go get acquainted,” I replied, we got dressed: I wore shorts and a T-shirt, Sveta wore a short, light summer dress, a bra for which was not supposed to.
She looked her best, and I could not resist, hugging her with one hand and kissing her lips, I ran the other hand under her short skirt.
Quickly feeling the thin transparent panties, I pulled the fabric and launched the finger directly into her hot wet crack.
She moaned and began to break out of my hands: – Well, you, not now, we’re leaving, – she said already breathing heavily from arousal.
We left our “own” room and went to lively teenagers talking.
Dima was the same tall and slender young man as Misha, only a little awkward and angular.
They were sitting in sports pants on the couch and quietly discussing some novelty from the field of computer games.

We met Dima, sat in chairs around a low coffee table.
The conversation somehow didn’t go well; Misha probably felt uncomfortable with the fact that he accidentally caught sight of my wife, Dima didn’t seem to be a talker by nature.
Then I offered to go for a beer and celebrate our acquaintance.
The guys agreed together.
Sveta stayed to cook a simple snack from the food left in the fridge, and we went to the nearest store for a beer.
On the way, I managed to talk a little bit with the guys and even agree with them so that they could become guides during our stay in this city-museum.
The rest of the day and evening went to talk about beer, the guys were a little “unhappy,” and they all began to stare at my wife more boldly, with difficulty turning their tongues.
Sveta felt herself in the center of attention and she was flattered, especially since the cool beer was doing its job, and she, too, was rather drunk.

We talked to almost two o’clock in the morning, discussing all sorts of nonsense, ranging from the weather and monuments and museums of St. petite amateur webcam Petersburg, to brands of beer and the latest musical novelties.
Sveta comfortably settled in an armchair, having climbed onto him with her legs, which is why the little skirt of a sundress covering her already rose and revealed to us a beautiful picture of slender female legs and thin white panties between them.
I thought that the boys’ eyes would burn holes in the translucent fabric of my wife’s underwear, and she didn’t seem to notice anything and chatted merrily with us.
I saw how both teenagers began to crawl on the couch, hiding their exaggerated members in the folds of sweatpants, I was also forced to throw my legs to my side, so that my mound would also not be very noticeable, since this situation again excited me.
“Interesting, but I never thought that such a picture could be so exciting,” I thought, “maybe I’m a secret voyeur, or maybe I just drank too much.”
When I once again went “before the wind” almost immediately after Dima, I noticed that the guy didn’t come out of the office for a very long time.

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