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I tell him – without anger, I barely restrain from laughter – he disarmed me (and then I punched him for mate) – “oh, you, adviser.
With children you carry such dirt. ”
He apologized and we passed each other.

I imagined what my wife felt.
and he “swam” from excitement.
And then, as if it were a sin, people met all the time.
Never on this path was as crowded as that day! Five minutes walk to the car, we met about 10 people.
No one else spoke to us, but everyone was squinting, whispering, smiling.
And we pretended that nothing was happening, and chatted with the children cheerfully – the wife only looked at her nipples with a half smile and held on well – she didn’t twitch, didn’t hide behind, but calmly walked and led the children.
All this made me “float” like a piece of butter.
Finally, we got into the car, drove off, wearing the kids – the wife raked them all to herself in the back seat, fondling them, not without a thought (probably) to cover the shameful places with them.
But this was not the end of her ordeal: we stood in traffic jam all the way back, and it seemed that all the drivers of the city saw her bare wife.
There was unbearable heat, it was unbearable to sit in a closed cabin, the kids drank all the water and began to whimper – and of course, we opened all the windows wide open.
Hips wife somehow covered, sitting daughter on his lap, and her luxurious breasts were available to all views.
All the time it seemed to me that the drivers did not bibikal each other, but personally to us, and stared at our windows. Indian hidden camera xxx clips.

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