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I’ll visit.
Girlfriend, agree, such grandmothers on the road are not lying.
– said Ira.
Of course, agree.
You don’t have to regret anything.
Throughout the time, you will be treated like a lady.
Vaughn Irka will not lie.
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the door and listening to the whole conversation, I was perplexed and greatly intrigued.
Then my wife’s voice rang out and what was said further intrigued me more: The offer is certainly very tempting, but I have a husband, a child.
I actually agree, but my husband? We even have an open relationship with him.
fuck with anyone we want, but 10 days? And the son ?! I do not even know.
If the husband agrees, then I would not mind to try.
Great! We will try to persuade him.
We have a rule – Everything should be voluntary.
Besides, Irka correctly noted that the amount was not small, it would not hurt the family budget.
To begin with, let Irka start a conversation with him, and then I will join.
Well, I suggest to drink for it.
After these words, I went back to the room and waited for some strange conversation to begin with.
It was already 02-30 nights.
It took about 10 minutes and these two Caucasians appeared in the room, but Lenka and Irka were not there.

Nobody guessed that I was already half aware.
Only in the know of what – I did not guess.
Another 10 minutes later Irka sailed.
In the eyes of a drunken shine and storm it is much stronger than when they went to the kitchen.
She flopped down next to me on the sofa.

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Look, Lenka and I gossiped in the kitchen there.
So what? – I asked, expecting that she would now begin the long-awaited conversation, but this did not happen.
Oh, nothing, only your wife fell down on the floor and can’t stand up, but I can’t lift her.
Let’s go.
– She got up and dragged me along.
Going into the kitchen, I saw Lena, who stood on all fours on the floor with her ass to us and tried to get to her feet.
On the table are four glasses and an almost empty bottle of Armenian brandy, and on the floor next to the table is another empty bottle.
“You are Irka the bastard!” – I said raising Lena.
– Why the hell are you my wife so pumped up? And what a bastard at once, well, we sat in the kitchen, frayed, drank.
You know Lenka, she hasn’t announced yet – she will not calm down! Or did you think that she would leave sober today? So you know your wife badly.
Yes, and Vazgen with Karen.
– here she stopped short.
And who are these then? I haven’t seen them before.
This is nephew with uncle.
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Well, okay, we’ll talk about them afterwards, by the way, they have something to do with you, but for now, let’s take Lenka to the back room and put it to bed.
What for her to sleep here? I’ll take her home and lay it there.
– I took my wife from behind the waist and led in front of me to the exit.
Let’s take her home and come back faster, it’s a matter of your very important, she said slyly and drunkenly and smiled mysteriously, and I noticed how her gaze fell on Lenkin’s ass.
Good.
I put it down and come back.
I took my wife home, good to the next apartment.
She walked loosely, because in high heels, and even drunk, but I kept her tight, and she tried to say something, but she could only get some incoherent mumbling.
There was no one at home, the son was at the mother-in-law, so I introduced Lenka into the room, the partition and laid him on the bed, leaving her to sleep, hurried back to Irka.
I wanted to quickly find out what intrigue weaves around my wife.
And all the same, you Irka – bastard.
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