((Two men + one mature milf)), ((Open veranda with a dining table, sofa, garden, night)), ((a couple is sitting on a sofa at a table)), After some time, I noticed that the mature milf stopped pushing the matchmaker away, was tired of resisting and often lingered in his arms. And after some time, Mikhail was sitting with my milf, hugging, as if he was her husband, and not me. Moreover, Irina herself was pressing herself against him, (very little, of course, but noticeably), laughing merrily and joking. She was, of course, drunk and did not quite realize it, but my drunken brain noted that several times Mikhail, as if by chance, ran his hand over his wife's chest, stroked her hips, several times his hand ended up between her knees. And it was at such moments that the milf's head leaned on Mikhail's chest, as if encouraging him, perhaps unconsciously, ((wide ankles, barefoot)),