The advice of all the "educated" boys is that when you meet the militia / police officer, you should not look at him. It is impossible for me. He is my countryman, from the village where I "infiltrated" as, in fact, he did too ... We're ... Venetian. The man does not manifest in any way, but I, crazy, or stupid, or stupid, give the right signal and park, very close to him. Canned food:
"Long live you! ... I consumed about seventy-five milliliters of Chivas and I fell to pieces, to a pussy that has nothing to do with my family! ... Come on, please, arrest me! ...
The reply comes abruptly:
- Boss, slow down, because I have a colleague who is struggling with I don't know what, but, of course, he's pricking up his ears ...
I'm, I don't know why, hardened. I head to the area where Radu, from the mimicry, indicated to me that he is my colleague. I see him, so I ask him, in a certain style:
- Baby, call me ... and ask him to call you to the report, or are you a good boy and do you understand the joke? ...
The answer does not surprise me:
- Long live! ... If you want, I wasn't here! ...
I smile. It's simple:
You were here, but no one stopped me in traffic! ... Clear?
- Yes,
A week passes. I call the beautiful blonde, but she rejects my call. I receive a message: “meeting. text. "I agree:" How are you doing with your hair, has it grown? " He responds quickly with a text and an emoticon that bursts into laughter: "where?" I answer: "In ... the nose!" This time the answer is longer and is accompanied by an emoticon that frowns at me: "My hair doesn't grow on my nose!" If I'm still in the garage, I ask, "Did you get the tattoos I was talking about? " He replies, "No, I'll let you make them for me, with a pen, to see if they fit me." I take it for granted: "Yes, with white paste!" I get another emoticon frowning at me, then, after a few seconds, another text: "You see, when we meet!" If I kept taking it "downhill", I ask: "What makes you think that a let's meet again?!? "He sends me a laughing emoticon, plus a text:" You don't give up ... my talents so easily! " I answer: “Aha! So you're talented? "I think, already, she's either bored, or tired, or forced to pay attention to what's being discussed, that she just warned me that she's in a meeting:" If you want me to leave you THERE, behave nicely! " I write to him: "Call me when you get out of the meeting." He answers me, relatively elaborate: "I don't want to call you! I want to fuck you! Can you?" I'm watching the clock with the TV news program. It's nine minutes, so if I do a math, I can. I ask her: "Weren't you the one with ... the talents?!? ..." She gives me a dubious answer, I say: "Come when you can, but without a car, because I want to drink!" She also returns with another text: “Wait for me at the confectionery. Drink a cola, it's your job! ... You know you can smoke on their terrace! "I don't know what makes me feel bad, because, in general, it's not in my character: !? ... "Here comes the answer:" I have a dick, no matter how much! I want a man, which is something else! "I have no idea what is happening to me ... I think that in the morning, when he put my coffee in my cup, my wife, in addition to the brown sugar, poured me some seeds of scandal, that I'm too grumpy: "The man in me, you know, is someone else's!" The answer is neutral: "Wait for me at the confectionery."
I am already at the third cigarette when the beauty of "my" blonde appears out of nowhere ... I know very well that she is not mine! ... It can be of the whole neighborhood, or municipality, county seat, or country, or continent , that he just has no obligation! ...
She sits in the chair in front of me, and I, elegantly, ask her, so I know what to order:
- What do you want?
The answer comes abruptly, accompanied by a smile that resembles the famous one of Mona Lisa:
- I want languages!
I admit, why should I lie, that I have all kinds of problems - respiratory, cerebral (that they all just leave). I sweat, I feel it, abundant ...
He jumped his precious ass from the chair he had just sat on and, turning his face to me, threw me:
- You know the address, you don't need GPS! ...
He leaves, in a hurry, but gracefully.
I think, I have no idea if seriously, gracefully, with a pussy mood or, why not, all sorts of other holes or ... cracks, whether to make my way through Alexandra's apartment or simply to I move my anatomy back to my own home and marriage ...
The rational part of me, namely the head on my shoulders, tells me to take the subway and go home, that I only have a wife, a child, I am a well-to-do man, with a certain social status, that is ... respectable, things ...
The other "head" tells me that ... "what my dick", I made so much effort, so many gestures, and now, like that, to give up?!? ...
It looks like I'm overcoming hormones, despite the neurons, so I go and politely ring the doorbell of the ... "stubborn" ...
She is waiting for me with a cold bottle, from the fridge, of Chivas Regal, two years old, with the related glasses, dressed in a thing that can fit both the fur and the nightgown, something of a flickering blue and lace on all edges and / or extremities, with her long, rich hair, abundant, with her eyes, now, of a dark blue, with her long fingers, of the pianist, a little trembling, before something, with her slender, rope-like smile that demands a blowjob, that she only specializes in something like that ...
He lights a cigarette and puts his only good dick in his armchair - so, of course, he doesn't want me to be at his fingertips, or ... she ...
On the table, in addition to the above-mentioned glass and the related glasses, there is also a notebook, like the one for the first-class idiots, plus a pen. I have nothing to do with children, but, being a little nervous, I think of all kinds of donkeys ...
He has a really sharp look:
- I don't know how much you ... you value me, or, on the contrary, you despise me, but I'm not willing to go that way anymore! ...
He makes me a ... scene, to express myself artistically ... He sits with his ass on the edge of the couch, crouched, making all sorts of movements at the linden, and verbally, he kicks me:
- I'm a whore! ... A bitch! ... I want cock! ... I want tongues! ... You don't give tongues, I don't give pussy, ass and everything! ... I do what I want, because it's life mine! ... You bastard! ... You bastard! ...
For such behavior, I get up in "two sticks" and leave.
She hurried past me and, reaching the front door, clinging to it, dropped to her bottom. I could, if I forced the note a little, move it with the door and get out. But honestly, I don't want to be violent. At least, not like that. As she was not wearing panties and she was speeding, her shirt, or as the textile was called, got up, so the girl sat directly with her bottom on the tiles. Noticing this, I held out my hand and said,
- Come on, you're getting cold, how are you sitting there, and now, that's it, you have to wash.
For now, he doesn't shake my hand, he's holding his knee. She burst into tears and, from what I notice, I'm really sincere:
- I do anything, but ... you don't leave; not?...
I bend down and grab her by the armpits, lifting her. I smile at him:
- Since you're upset, why should I leave?!? ...
He grabs me by the neck around my neck, hugging me, laughing:
- Forgive me! ... I'm a fool and I don't keep my nerves! ...
So, as it happens, she has who knows what problems at the office and she also gets away with it ...
Anyway, it seems that there is a lot of democracy in that company, that he manages to take free time when he wants to and, from what I notice, he doesn't feel bad about money either. But why should I think like that, because she's just not my relative or even my friend. Something, something I'm still thinking about. The woman, who has reached the age of thirty, is most likely aware that in a short time she will not look what she looks like now, and she, husband, child, no ... Well, the biological clock, as they say ...
I let her in the bathroom and take a shower. He left the door open and threw me a text:
- I would ask you to wash my back, but I'm afraid we'll end up with more ...
Smiling, I go to the living room and light a cigarette. I can't finish the cigarette because Alice also enters, in her bare skin, in her already characteristic style. She also lights a cigarette, then, clearly embarrassed, nervous, or ... I have no idea, she tells me:
- I don't understand what problem you have with resolutely refusing to approach my pussy with your mouth! ... If you hadn't done it with anyone, I could have understood. But, since you yourself admit that you give your wives tongues, don't drop my card!
If we're still at this, let's have a conversation:
- Little girl, since I was little, since I started these sports with her-n-trânsa, a girl who practically taught me a bunch of things told me that you girls, down there, are dirty, that you have all sorts of leaks, stuff. As I did not appear on the planet yesterday, I also heard of a bunch of men doing this thing as a kind of preamble to sexual intercourse and I simply decided not to do this thing except to my wife. What's so complicated? ...
He has a lost look. He answers me:
- I ... I still don't understand ...
- I also can't understand how, for example, in some African states, men, when women are in a cycle, lick and swallow everything that flows from them.
He makes a disgusted face, but answers me:
- Rest assured, that even in France, if various nations still came, this thing is also practiced. Some are even willing to pay women to let them do such a thing ...
- Honey, right in the Bucharest of my youth I heard of a guy praying for babes to poop in his mouth.
- Scatophagus. I've heard of these ...
Also:
- Listen, but we still have a lot of conversation?!?
I understand the hint, so I get up and start undressing. Alice helped me from the waist down, so I get out fast enough clothes and fuck that usually finds its abode in the beautiful futăcioasă's mouth. This time, I grab her hand and take her to the trailer in the bedroom.
On her own initiative, when she got there, Alice provided me, on the bed, with the expensive cream for anal sex and the box with napkins. He mentions in a soft voice:
- Be gentle! ...
I turn her upside down and, preparing to penetrate her vaginally, I have a surprise. From the rosette of Alice's ass, you can see the handle of the butt-plow sticking out. I enter her, asking her:
"When did you put it on?"
Smile:
- I had it in my purse and, after I decided to see each other, I went to the toilet and ... that's it.
Also:
- You know, when you get in with that thing over there, I feel you ... like different! ...
"I'll get you a bigger one." Then see ... sensations! ...
I stop the back and forth movement, letting Alice do what and how she knows, until she has her first orgasm. I stop it:
- Little baby, let me take out your toy, give you some cream and get inside.
I feel like she's a little stressed, but only a little. She takes her feet off my shoulders, but I won't let her. She is surprised:
- I'm not coming back?!?
- No, baby! It may be so, but it would be best if I put a pillow under your bottom.
Said and done. I help Alice with the pillow, then make her rest her soles on my chest. I spread some cream at the entrance to the buttocks, then, very gently, I propped his cock head, centered. on the rosette. I push, too, very finely, and Alice, a smart girl, stays relaxed. I'm more than half entered the beauty's ass when, with a surprised look, I hear her:
- Dude, I know you're in and ... really, it really doesn't hurt! ...
Baby, you're smart enough to know how to relax.
He wants to laugh, but stops abruptly. Probably the abdominal muscles gave him some sensation in the buttocks:
"But know that I still feel like I'm doing myself!"
- Chicken little, I had a friend who, while a fuck, comment ... shit, shit, shit! ...
- And?
"And he never shit."
In the end, I didn't even get to the balls, but I'm quite advanced in the woman's asshole, so I start, slowly, to pump her. I warn you:
"If you feel any pain, tell me."
I pump it three times, then, slowly, I start to retreat until I only have the head of the cock inside and I apply a small portion of cream at the entrance. Seeing what I do, Alice mentions:
"You know, I didn't mean to tell you, but it was about to sting me." Not loud ...
I enter it again:
- Now, how do you feel?
- Nnnnu, it doesn't sting me anymore ...
Suddenly, she stumbles:
- Ddddă mi! Give! Give Me ...
She has a very intense orgasm. I stopped, letting her calm down. Comment:
"I wouldn't have believed it!"
Honestly, I'm quite amazed at how easily he adapted to the new situation, so I decide to show him something else. I take it out completely and put it in my bag. protest:
- Băăăăăi! ... It's not hygienic!
"Don't worry, this isn't the first time I've done this."
Push me:
- Nnnnu! Please! ... Put it beyond me! ...
If she keeps asking me, I'll tell her, because I don't feel like arguing either. He asks me:
"When you feel close, take it out." Don't end up in me! ...
Strange request, but ... well ... it's the first time. After about a quarter of an hour, during which Alice shakes twice more, I feel like:
- Little chicken, how do we do that I want to finish ...
- Anywhere, me, but I won't take it in your mouth! ...
How do I know I have enough time, I decide. I get out of bed, jump out of the bed and go to the bathroom. I go into the bathtub and pick up my sanitizer. The little flower comes and, sitting on her knees in front of me, she also pulls me a portion of shampoo, then rinses me. He asks me:
"Did I dirty you badly?"
- No, little chicken, almost not at all.
- Did you get mad at me?
"No, love, but if you still didn't want me to end up there, I said I'll wash up and finish later."
- You know, I understand that it's hard to come out and you can hear all kinds of sounds ... You know I'm ashamed! ...
- Yes, little chicken! I put my cock in you through all the nooks and crannies, and you ... you're ashamed!
Laugh. Alice doesn't laugh, but she grabs me by the buttocks and takes my cock, quite flaccid, in my mouth. I dig my claws into her blonde locks and, as soon as they turn concrete, I pull her up and turn her back. She's scared:
- Wait, I didn't wash!
- Wash yourself, baby!
I stick it in her pussy quickly, firmly, until I feel her lick with the balls, then, when I withdraw it, I stick my thumb in her ass. He gasps, as usual. Turn to me:
- You should have told me!...
- Let me surprise you, darling, with something else, because otherwise, you get bored! ...
I leave her fingertip in my ass and pump it hard and hard. Finally, I explode between the beautiful pieces. I put my hand in the shower and wet her hair. Delighted, she passes me the shampoo and leaves it on the bottom of the tub, Turkish. I sit behind her and start the ritual of washing and massaging the blonde beauty.
I don't know what happened to me today, if I didn't slap the asshole. Well, days and days ...
He doesn't leave until he takes me to the subway station, but, civilized, we part with a hand kiss. We kissed enough at home, behind closed doors.
Maybe IT WILL FOLLOW
