Story with a friend's mom I'll start in order. At that time I was 19 years old, I had a boyfriend as a friend, let's call him Kostya. He was about 2 years younger than me, but we were friends and I was a frequent guest at his home. He lived with his mother Olga and father Alexander. Olga is an ideal woman. Red long hair, about 37 years old, height about 170, slender, with a smart figure, attractive round ass and a magnificent breast. I liked her since our family settled next door. Olga often came to visit my mother, and sometimes in a rather flirty way. That in a skirt with a cut to mid-thigh, then in a short house dressing-gown. I glanced at her and she noticed it, but did not hide her merits, but on the contrary, showed them off display. He sits in the kitchen, talking to his mother, and his very leg is on the leg, the floors of his robe will part so that you can see the ass. The eye does not take. I think she had a lot of fans, and she used it, because her husband Sasha, to put it mildly, abused alcohol, constantly, as I do not see him - drunk. I addressed Olga in no other way than “Aunt Olya”, she smiled in response and said, “Well, what kind of aunt am I, I am still young”. We often talked to her, spoke in the youth language, and it was easy to talk with her on any topic.
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