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CONCESIONARIO FAMILIAR - PARTE 7 (Relato Erótico)

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Take your imagination to another level of hot stories. Today we present family dealership. Part seven. Don' t forget to subscribe so that you don' t miss any of the stories in front of jime dog possibilities. I woke up early it was six in the morning and I did it by listening to the women moving around the house preparing to attend the wake room. The mate started preparing it. Me. They had already had breakfast and there were no

pamperings or quickies or early mornings that were worth. It seemed that the closeness of the cremation of my father' s body extinguished libidos attentions and loving manifestations to him who had become the man of the house. And I didn' t like that. Not even a half hello Ramiro greeted my sister when I left the bathroom.“ Good morning, son,” my mother said from her room. I never answered. I changed, I left the math stuff, and I slammed out. I got in the car and went to breakfast

in a little bar near the wake room. If I told them something at that time, it was likely that the day would become something much more Fun, because, letting them do what they wanted or deciding how to treat me did not commune with my way of looking at things. They called me on my cell phone a few times and sent me a couple of audio messages asking me for forgiveness for not having dedicated itself to me in the morning to understand. They had understood the message, but I didn' t answer them.

Then I went to the Mortoria house minutes before they closed the drawer I had already shed the couple of tears that came to me remembering my old man and nothing more for me. The dead are dead and nothing can be done for them but to wish them a good rest. It clearly hurts that the loss hurts very intimately, but nothing is solved with hair jerks, tears, hysterisms and self- tortured memories that make one ill in his surroundings and the dead

one never resurrects. For this reason I greeted some people who, according to stila, had come to say goodbye or to offer condolences to the widow and kept away from my mother and sister. Moreover, the sign with my hand was more than eloquent when they intended to approach the message that brought them was clear or understood our story according to what they had expressed in their surrender,

or let them fix themselves. Both had not learned that he did not fuck with me and that it was difficult for me to change my decision after I had made it. I fucked up because they were part of my deepest feelings. But just as I didn' t care about kinship to be in a

bed, I didn' t care when I decided to step aside. They were both clear that they had skated with their course in the morning and kept away and with their heads bent away the moment managed them before all those present, although I knew that their grief was double and would do nothing to relieve them something. That' s why I didn' t wait for them to put the coffin in the oven and get out of there to go see the

lawyer at his house. The previous afternoon I had agreed to an appointment with him and urged me to leave everything ready for my mother and sister to sign the availability to move and decide on all the goods. Besides, I wanted

to find out other things that mattered to me. While driving. I had already decided that I would continue to live in my own apartment, because regardless of what was lived with them and the moments of dedication and passion as a whole, my mother and my sister had incorporated the treatment that they gave my father and somehow moved him to me, but that would not work with me. Besides, I was feeling like I was just putting myself in a golden cage sort of settling in to the two of them and I wasn' t

prepared for that. So, yes, they wanted to see gay, no doubt I loved that. They' d have to walk in my own house. The priorities would be different. I felt better making love or fucking with either of them, but I had no desire to change the freedom I had been experiencing for ever or to endure any imposition that would come up enough with that I would take over the business and decisions so that they would continue to

have a good time. I convinced myself that it would be just another ass, although that is, until his coming private life would be decided according to my convenience. That too I wanted to consult with the lawyer, because widow one and single the other with huge backing of capital and money. It merited the rapprochement of vultures of both sexes prepared to make the most of it and even with the experience that Diana had had, it would not be so easy

for them. The family lawyer, who had been friends with my father, hugged me strongly and apologized to me for not having come to say goodbye to him. I told him I understood. He knew that my father had forbidden his closest friends to approach in the event of death or terminal hospitalization. I don' t want tears or sorrows from my friends. He repeated as soon as a gall appeared next to another living abroad. They had promised him. He put me in a private room and asked me how I planned to face

things from now on, I think there' s no will involved. Therefore, it would all happen to my mother, but both she and my sister want me to take care of everything as if it were my own father. It' s the most logical thing to do. You have a study if you' re ready. Instead, your mother and sister don' t take this the wrong way. They always used the profits and took care of it

the vultures would eat it. Besides, your father always trusted you. I knew full well that you had become a capital of your own and kept up with yours if I had made a will, I would have left you in charge of everything like that. I had no idea my father knew about my investments and their results. Your father was a special guy, maybe a little twisted. He always kept the parody of spending money on a monthly basis, but he knew well how you moved with what he gave you. He seemed

to dissociate himself from everything. Instead, his head was walking to me and he was paying attention to the least too much for my taste, because that he failed in the confidence deposited, destroyed it and some of that must have happened. Why do you say it doctor, because a week ago you consulted me because I was having a series of differences in spare houses and they thought they were stealing it for more people of their full confidence and that was very

bad. Something was decided with that he did not have sufficient evidence if he ran the risk of being involved in an apparent theft of cars for the use and sale of spare parts. He left to consult me if anything came up. Something he found out I found apocryphal invoices for sales of spare parts that weren' t listed in the inventories and to make him feel bad, he must have discovered that the trusted managers had to do with this. I' ll have to take care of this too. You can' t get completely

involved in that. You have to start using your head before you decide something of this kind and you' re not able to mess with bad guys are defending them. Don' t be ridiculous. What I told you about learning to use your head. You may forget that your father was my childhood friend and we kept codes of friendship. When I talk about using my head, I mean putting people capable of discovering all this mess and what comes up after

deciding what needs to be done. Excuse me, doctor, the inexperienced asshole is playing me against, which is what he recommends. I have people who can figure this out. Like the one who says, they' ll declog the ants. Everything will be done under rope and the final decisions will run on your own. And don' t ask me what I would do, because they, in a way, killed my friend and they don' t deserve my pity. I was thinking of selling all that to get trouble off

my back, but this thing that you tell me changes everything. I' d rather hang on a little bit and wait how it would be done. On Monday, at noon, he passes by the studio. I' m going to have a meeting with the manager of these people. They do that, so they know how to proceed. For the time being, I' m going to write a letter that your mother and sister will have to sign to leave you in charge of all the goods, in addition to releasing the

bank accounts to put them in your name. I didn' t find anything about that. I don' t know if there was or how much the balance would be. Everything came to the studio. There are three current accounts in national banks and one abroad at once. I' ll pass you the balances, and I assure you, you won' t have any cash problems for life. So much so, your father grabbed the best time of bonanza with the theme of car sales, the boom in Japanese car consumption, and

he didn' t snoop. There are even properties. I did find that. There were deeds from three apartments and a weekend house that are rented. The weekend house is free. Some improvements have to be made, but they are minimal. You' ll tell her if you fly her to rent or not. What I' m sure is that you don' t know that

the building you have the lod is your father' s, too. It ' s six floors, twenty- four more apartments, yours than you give four without renting, and that' s what we administer to shit, too. It takes me completely by surprise, but it tells me in the other idea that I have and that I should consult is with regard to my mother and my sister and the possibility that they will remake or remake their life maximum. That you spoke of vultures hahaja I understand you more than one or one.

They must be dropping their drools and they will soon show you the fangs you want to do about it, in principle, that they get a good monthly amount to move comfortable, but I would like to decide about possible arrivalists and in itself not to know everything Dad had left on my own. You convince them to sign it we certify it with the scribe and they will be subject to voice even for the choice of their prospective partners. Something like that

your father had with your mother, though not so exhilarating. That' s why he missed your sister. I' m sorry how you say if you don' t look at me looking surprised. Your father found out about your sister and what you did. He got bad because he couldn' t foresee it. The guys were upset because you sent them to the hospital and they ' re still in a coma, but even if they recover, they won

' t be able to open their mouths. That was already planned. Your father was always one step ahead and knew how to use the money and the power he had. He' s always denied crime. What happens is that he was too good with everyone around him and these many times they are wrong. It got really bad with this. It' s up to you to stay on the same path and not make the same mistakes. After agreeing on some things, I said goodbye to him and left for my apartment. What

the lawyer had told me left me with my ass up north. I had found out about my father, who was completely unaware of it, even if he didn' t prove it with us. He was always one step ahead. What' s more, at the time I thought I knew everything about my mother and me, but like between them, things didn' t work

anymore. Everything was at home and he looked the other way. I had known friends or contacts at the highest levels, and the lawyer gave me the impression, besides that I would already be aware of other things, among them that, without being a lender or usurer, I had given important loans to entrepreneurs and politicians who, while it is true that they were still paid,

it was also true that they generated certain dependencies in these. He also gave me copies of keys to the Quinta house and the apartments in the building in which I lived, which were not in use and I wanted to see them. I was parking the car in the garage and my sister called me on the phone. I attended her almost knowing everything I would say but at the same time I had prepared what I would say to them Ramiro already understood that

we were wrong. We were worried about Dad' s goodbye issue, and we didn' t realize that we were letting you go why you didn' t come home and talk about it. Mom' s bad at asking for you, and I' m not good either. We need you with us. Put the speaker on,' cause he probably must be listening. It ' s to let them know I' ve come from talking to the lawyer. All this is going to take a lot of work so as not to lose what exists in capital and not to be left in the balls and in

the misery. I' ll take care of it, because that' s how I stayed with you. I have only one word, besides knowing that both are totally useless for that and losing everything in a very short time is fine. There' s nothing to say about that. We already decided that we would sign whatever was necessary and we will comply. We need the man with us and in our beds. I hope they don' t put sticks on the wheel, because I doubt both. When I was needed I was

there and I didn' t ask for anything in return. Only I know what I risked with yours until you offered up as a slave and something similar Mom promising the gold and the Moor. But on the first chance you had you behaved like you did with Dad you took care only of you or what you thought, leaving me completely aside. It' s not like that. You' re wrong. It was for something special on a special day. I' m wrong that something special you speak to me the living. It

' s still me and I barely got a ball. You both know I ' m not wrong. Look, Diana, if I had accepted your so - called slavery, as you said, I should have punished you just as or worse than what your comatose little boyfriend did, and with Mom according to her promises, I would have to do something like that. They' re the worst. No, no, please, we' re willing to do whatever you say. I don' t believe you anymore. I just need

a display button, and you guys already showed it to me. If they weren' t my mother and my sister, I' d be completely sidelined. And I' m not touched by tears or apologies. Ass. I have the ones I want to have and I thought it would be different with both of us. No, son, don' t tell us like that Ask us what you want If we listen to you, don' t abandon us. My mother was heard begging with a shout. No one said to

abandon them at least not immediately they will be able to keep me. But whenever I want, as well as as I want and think well how they will use their supposed freedom, when I cannot be watching them you know how I think and a betrayal would not tolerate them in any way. No, brother, we don' t think of anyone else, much less betraying you, Diana, it' s just words if they changed overnight about what they

said to me like that for a few hours. Who assures me that they will not come out to rebolar the shell with the first or the first one they like. I hope not, because I wouldn' t know how I ' d react. They' re going to have to row a lot for me to change my mind with both of them. They threw away all the trust I put in you. I didn' t want to push them anymore.

I cared if they signed everything they had to sign. It was clear to me that they should feel sorry and guilty until they initialled their full disposition. In writing. Then I would become almost a owner of both, but for the moment I couldn' t stretch anymore. The rope. I heard them whine at both of them. When I cut the communication and got out of the car to go to my loft before I arrived, I stopped the elevator in the room. First I' d go through the two apartments on

that floor, which were vacant. The two were three bedrooms, dining room, kitchen and bathroom. The master bedroom had an en suite bathroom and a dressing room. I didn' t know the layout of those apartments and it occurred to me that with a couple of modifications it would give lov type and

much wider, even if you had to remove a smaller room. The other apartment was the same, but it came with surprise I opened the door and, like the other one, had the kitchen with its artifacts, but in the dining room there was a small table with two chairs and a bench with short legs. In one of the corners of that dependency there was a square and a half mattress lying on the floor, with a pillow and bedding without making a pair of slippers and on a ledge books women' s underwear ready

to wear next to a jins and a t- shirt. I was gonna leave when I heard the sound of the shower. I got to the door to retire, and I doubted that I' m the fucking owner. I don' t have to run away I thought and sat in one of the chairs waiting for the intruder to appear. I didn' t have to wait too long. From the side of the room a totally naked girl appeared.

She was tall. I calculated a meter of beauty full of curves on haughty tits and hard buttocks between smooth, total hair removal and clearly delineated thighs. That' s all I could see, because he had his head covered with the towel that he used to dry off hairs that seemed not to be long. He left the towel on the mattress and I could notice that, indeed, the hair was not long. I had a semi- male cut with

my back always crouching a little to reach for my underwear. The show would be deadly for a heart and after he put on the thong, I carrassed to let my presence know what you' re doing. Here degenerate, go, go, don' t touch me. I' m going to call the police and say loudly screaming totally hysterical and trying to cover up with the sheet he hit. Call her if you want, but first get dressed and then we explain. I' ll tell them I own the apartment and you

' ll explain about your intrusion into an apartment that should be empty. You ' re the owner. He asked surprised and toned down. How do I know that you own it and not a sick looker who wants to take advantage of it? He asked to raise his voice again. That' s easy to know. At the administration, I got the keys to come and see him. And since the lock is the same, I gather someone gave you the keys to be here for the administration. It can' t be ergo.

It' s got to be the doorman. How much he charges you for using the place, or maybe nothing, there' s no chance and he doesn' t charge me because he' s my uncle. Well, I' m not gonna spend any time arguing with you. Call your uncle and see me at the top- floor apartment if you want me to consult the administration, but I think you' ll have to give me a very convincing explanation. No, no, for me, I can explain. He told me to finish wearing the shirt without the bra and with his eyes full

of tears. My mother can' t afford a rent like your name. Jimena. Okay, Jimena, I want your uncle' s explanations. Tell him I' ll be waiting for him. I don' t like being fucked in the face. I had made a good impression and was more afraid than outrage. He was not more than twenty years old and I didn' t think he was a girl from the city, used to quick answers and dealing with imponderables, and I didn' t think he was with men either,

although of course he was thinking well on the sidelines. I loved her physique and I was just about to put her in a painting. After making her scream with pleasure, I went up laughing to my apartment and there I realized there was nothing to eat. I had only eaten breakfast at the bar and hunger. I was having an ugly attack on the pizzeria on the sidewalk across the street and I asked for a big ham that his and his morrons would take a short while and while I waited, I prepared the things of

the mate burned in desire to have some rich mates. I was going for the second. When the delivery boy arrived, I took care of him, paid him, and saw the doorman come down from the elevator. They like

to be called building managers. For me they will remain goalkeepers and the niece, the pendeja had managed a little and kept her eyes low when I put them inside Loud Jacinto, who was called the goalkeeper and was a big gringo and campechano who was around the middle fifty years he stuttered when he addressed me. Mr Ramiro, I' m so sorry about your father It must have been a tremendous blow. I was coming to explain this matter to my niece.

Well, I hope it' s convincing. You know your job depends on what you can tell me I confined you without alluding to your condolence. Yeah, I' m clear. They even told me in the administration that any inconvenience I have to deal with you well. Tell me what' s going on with your niece and know that if there' s anything bothering me, horrors are that they lie to me or try to take advantage of me. Nothing to see. I don' t get used to it. It

happens that she' s studying in college. He passed the second year. It was her dream to come to study at the University of Buenos Aires, but my sister is a widow and could not pay all her expenses just if she stayed in town with her pension. I help Jimena with food, mobility and some clothes, but paying a rent is impossible and I have no place to accommodate her. Don' t follow the rest. I can imagine. It' s always good that there' s a vacant department. What you

' re studying, Jimena. I' m in economics and I finished this year with an average of nine. It' s a career that I love and if they didn' t do what I do, I' d have to go back to town to be a warehouse dependent, to work as a maid. I' m on vacation right now. If I have trouble coming back because I don' t have a ticket here, you don' t get a part- time job. There are many people who work and study, it' s true, but they finish the race at ten or twelve

years old. I can' t wait that long, already lost years because of the economic issue. Besides, I don' t have a computer, I can' t buy books or notes. I have to go to the library and that takes a long time. Tell me who has the chair of statistics and who of macroeconomics. And he' s a single teacher for both subjects is called x x X. You mean the peel x x X. You do know him. It' s terrible stuff, but the guy explains

it well and I exempted them comfortable if I know him well. Well Jacinto, as we arrange this, your niece is eager to push conditions and looks like she' s a good student, but she can' t keep busy. In addition, I am thinking of occupying the empty departments and making arrangements for them. How do we not force her to return to the village? I don' t know, Mr Ramiro, I don' t know what ' s going to happen to me either. Forget it I' m not

taking any action. I hope you never stop remembering it and you jimena how you would work with bed in the house of a licensed economy. You know how to cook, clean and keep your mouth shut. Yeah, I know all that, but what else should I do I don' t know him. That man has a wife, children. He' s trustworthy, he ' s not single, but he' s fucked. He likes things straight and he doesn' t admit bends. He doesn' t want other people

in the house and boyfriends or friends to the door. Listen even though he always has the last word and is very respectful in that house. You' ll have books to study, computer, to use piecework time and a good salary, with social charges. Think about it with those facilities. I don ' t have much to think about. That man lives far away, I tell you, but now go to that door and see what' s in the library. Then we go on. She went to see him and I talked to Jacinto. That' s all I can offer you. I'

ll have to find another apartment for my friends. Hahaha, but we can ' t screw up his career. I know what it means to burn your eyelashes to become. As for respect, stay calm. I' m of the idea that where you eat it doesn' t defecate. I don' t have a problem. She' s an adult and she' ll have to decide, but it' s a unique opportunity. Thank you very much, Mr Ramiro. You' re a jerk. That library has economic books that will be used until the last year. It' s the most complete.

You want me to work here and ask Jimena out of my private. Yes, the decision is yours. Then we see about the salary and what my conditions will be. You' ll be very quiet, because I' ll probably spend much of the day away from home. You go when I start this is fantastic. Me or my mom will be very happy when I tell her pity she doesn' t have a phone. I' d tell you to bring your things, your clothes and books first, just the other thing. That' s not necessary. Your room is very comfortable and has

a private bathroom. Then we' ll talk and give you a salary advance so you can go see your mother. How old you are and where your mother lives. I' m twenty- two and my mother lives in Chillar, is passing Blue about three hundred and fifty kilometers. After that conversation, he left with the guy who thanked me again and I felt good. Jimena had fallen on me and, apart from how good she could be, her

anxieties were true and valid. The hunger was on and while I was waiting for her, I went into about four slices of pizzas and continued with the mate. I had been intrigued by the place where the mother lived. The name didn' t even ring a bell and I turned to San Goug.

It turned out that Chillar was a hundred and eight- year- old village belonging to the town of Azul. It was created from an old important agricultural ranch of the place that motivated the creation of a train station, which, for years, by a nefarious policy of eliminating infinity of railways, did not work and the former flourishing people went away dying, something that happened with many

other villages in the province of Buenos Aires. It currently had about two thousand nine hundred inhabitants and, as a result of the different population censuses, it declined year after year. From the photos I observed that the streets were of flat earth. The central place consisted of some houses, very few shops, the infallible church and a central square that should serve as a meeting place and its worthwhile merits. A little away from the radiocenter there was also a huge

convent that should serve as a school and seminary. When I didn' t imagine there was no possibility of growth and expansion there. The young and not so young that they could try to emigrate and in the village they gave only those who aged and died in it. I always liked them. People who lived in similar conditions. They were humble, frontal, with few loyal words and used to survive. But internally, I had tremendous anguish, possibly a

fight, because they didn' t take them into account. Almost unintentionally. I compared my sister to Jimena, and in this it had nothing to do with it. Feelings just a little common sense and evaluation. One scratched her ovaries and her life was a pass trying to enjoy her abundance. I didn ' t have anything to fight for. Everything had always fallen from heaven or our father' s pockets and, unless there was a sudden change, it

would remain so. On the other hand, with the other was different, I thought of a possibly happy childhood, but full of deprivations, a stagnant adolescence, although with dreams to transcend and desire to make them reality still overcoming deprivations and discomforts in some way, or in more ways, it was to applaud and encourage it. First I had been shocked by his physique and his face in which a pair of celestial eyes stood out that seemed to absorb you

to short blond hair. I had liked that there was always a lawyer for the female mane. Then, when I had her in front of me nodding at what the guy was saying, lowering her eyes by accepting her intrusion, but feeling proud of the dreams I wanted to get tired made me feel good and gave me a kind of attack of altruism close to the patron. I had a lot more than I intended. My dreams of studies and degree had

somehow vanished. My dedication would have to be focused on maintaining and increasing what the family had and of course, Jimena, her title and knowledge plus her gift of people could be important in that undoubtedly she would have to put everything on her own and I would be demanding, but one of the premises was to make her, as well as comfortable, feel happy and close to her

affections with a couple of ideas hovering in my head. I went to open the door and asked him to come in and show him where he would sleep. You' re sure about this. Ramiro asked doubting you already put yourself in the place of assistant and you forgot the tuo. I' m going to explain to you so that we' re clear, because I' m not going to repeat things. I' m pretty sure about what I do, but I' m not the owner of the truth. I' m

exposed to error. Part of your function will be to make me understand and for that you must appeal to your subtlety. Make me understand something on a whim or because you feel like it will be trouble. I don' t think cleaning or cooking leads to anything whimsical. In principle, no, but I don' t want her to be just the girl in the house and living together, even if she' s friendly and working, problems always arise.

For example, and even if it sounds silly, if I put an ornament on a shelf and you don' t like it even by the way, you can think of changing it without telling me first why you do it or convincing me why you did it. You understand, yes, you understand. My dad was the same. I' m used to that. He said it with some kind of pity that he noticed in his eyes. Here you will become an assistant, but your greatest obligation will be to be a

good student dedicated to receiving you and fulfilling your dreams. I' ll become something like a patron. However, with very few fleas, you will know how you adapt and fulfill, because I am not very prone to give second chances. You would win with this I say because this or everything is an Idaca shot. I' m not interested in winning right now. We' ll see later and as you respond and earn my trust. I have companies and investments and I intend to keep them after you' ve received them.

I take a risk trying to help you, but make no mistake I know how to lower the blinds or show you the door if you give me trouble. Now I' m going to go on with the mate and you' re going to tell me about your whole life or evacuate your doubts. Give it to me, I' ll bait it, I' ll cook and drink mate. I was born and raised in a rural village. I studied elementary school at the village school and high school at the convent My dad was a sort of manager of the largest stay in the place, but his work

was one thing and my house to another. I was the spoiled child. No one was messing with the gringo' s daughter. One night when I was sixteen years old, cattle were stolen from the room, he was warned and went out with a couple of pawns to chase the thieves. There was a shooting and he was killed. I can imagine the painting was still quiet.

I told him watching that he had a hard time counting. The owners of the stay gave my mom a nice house 200 meters from the town square, but there would no longer be the income that my father had and had to go out and fight it. We were selling vegetables my mom used to grow. We cleaned up some houses. My mom got my dad' s

pension, and that' s how we got laid. At the end of high school, I wanted to continue studying and then my uncle came up and after a while and talking to my mom, I decided on boyfriends friends with the right to rub or something for either of them. I had a little boyfriend at eighteen, but I didn' t understand that wanting to study and progress and cut him off. My mom lived and lives surrounded by Gavilanes,

because she' s the cutest in town. But as far as I went, she says your father was the first and only one and he' ll go on. It' s a shame because he doesn' t make it to his fifties and it looks like he' s 40 because he didn' t come to the capital with you. It was what I wanted the most, but I also knew it was an albur because nothing was safe and we

had no money to hold on for a while. Time we decided I' d try it myself, but you know how it turned out to me and she' s still in town almost like a prisoner, something I' m gonna fix when she gets me. It can be made long even with the comfort you will have. You' re at least three years older. You ' d like me to come and get closer. That would be another dream realized. We can' t even talk on the phone because we don' t have one and sometimes I don' t sleep thinking about how it should

be happening. She must have the same thing. It' s distressing, well, long to kill, by the way, it' s so rich and come with me. Then we' ll go on with your mother. Now I have to go see a house that' s gone to waste. It' s not that far. He always grabs you like this Let' s go Get used to it. You' re not depriving yourself of anything. He commented quietly when he got in the car and was pleased to settle in the seat. I didn' t answer him and set my way to

the house. Weekend. The lawyer had told me to make a couple of arrangements and I wanted to see her. First. It had occurred to me that if it was a fifth house that deserved it, it wouldn' t be a bad idea to put someone in charge. I' d have to meet Jimena' s mother, but it crossed my mind that they' d be close. Logically, I wouldn' t say anything to her until I came up with a couple of things. It took me almost an hour to get to the place, because I was in the area of the province and

to reach that town it was necessary to cross much of the capital. Besides, GPS never gave rise to a ball. Jimena looked at everything as a boy who discovers new things. You didn' t know this area. I asked him almost guessing the answer. If you take me off the path of the building, the faculty and the library and save some historical buildings, I ' m lost like a dog on the bowl court. If you get me out of the car right now, I' m scared to death, I

wouldn' t know what to do. Hahaha, I still have the village on my shoulders. Being a college student, it made you more mundane in college. I' m kind of a friquique. It' s really hot. I know that and you had a chance to see it well. Hahaha I recognize him. It was a wonderful show. You' re better. I' m not telling you my gift and sadistic because you scared me to death. While you were laughing, go, go, go, go on

with the college thing. I was telling you that there' s no shortage of those who invite me out or women' s partners who invite me to meetings or women' s meetings, but I' m just getting on my own. Besides, I don' t have any clothes, time, or money to waste. Okay. I hope that now that that' s going to change, don' t act like a bird that' s been opened up by the cage or crazy. It makes me that you don' t

like it and it' s not in my essence at most. I' ll ask you to advise me when I want to visit somewhere, but I ' m like the canary. I just feel good in the safety of my cage. I loved talking to Jimena and noticing how she got loose as she gained in confidence. When we finally arrived at the house, even I was surprised by a huge wall three meters high. It would cover the whole block, except for the place of the large gate of fences worked in filigree.

How they were done in the old days and the entrance door. Let' s say pedestrian. The bunch of keys I had been given had a large and long that they found that it was from the gate and when they tried it was the one that opened it, we entered the car and the improved road took us about fifty meters later, going through what would be the garages

to an immense house of stately style. The main door was double and it was accessed after climbing about five steps of a staircase with steps in marble, a glance in gross way made me see that it would be approximately three quarters of apple, surrounded all by the perimeter wall similar to that of the entrance to shit. This is huge. She put down the surprised little blonde. This is all yours. He asked yes, but he didn' t even

know it existed. I answered him without paying attention to his interrogator gesture. I entered the house and every step I took surprised me a little more large spaces immense kitchen, with all the artifacts that one could think of room for pantry living room separated only by an arcade, a bar full of empty bottles and two windows that occupied almost the entire wall and gave to a somewhat careless park, where one could appreciate a swimming pool of fifteen by five meters,

two bathrooms of common use and a corridor that led to the rooms. Six rooms, three of them in sweet, all fully furnished, although only the main one had a yakutsi and another two bathrooms in the hallways. Jimena would open her big eyes or open her mouth without articulating words or holding her hands to her head. This is ten times better than your Love apartment and that ' s a lot to say. He was able to say with his voice

somewhat hesitant. We went back to the dining room and through one of Living ' s sliding doors we went out to the pool solarium area. The water was clear and with a little bleach and chlorine in bulk it would get fast in condition. There was a large space with divisions and I estimated it was a wardrobe. Besides, the chimney you saw made me know that I opened

a covered grill. From there we observed that almost in the background there was another construction similar to the main one, but only in its façade inside it was much smaller. It was reached by a wide sidewalk of bars that started from the solarium and this one had two bedrooms, living room, dining room, kitchen and a huge bathroom. It was definitely a house for homeowners or landlords, and that was fantastic for me. This house is a beauty,

it has a special warmth. She shrunk the little blonde looking at the careless garden before her eyes. It' s just like the other one, it ' s just smaller. I expressed myself knowing what he wanted to say to me. She went to the back of the house and found a laundry room and a royal inner courtyard that gave her privacy. What are you going to do with this house? Well, if I may ask, he said with some caution to ask. You can ask, although sometimes I won' t

answer you. I feel like having her to get away from the noise. There are trees, grass birdsong. Nothing to do with what the city' s vortex is. If you let me come, I can use the pool in town. There was a municipal pool and I could go only a few times. I' m in a position to offer you something better. You think your mother could take care of the house as a landlady. But you ' re telling me seriously. There' s my God, my mom,

she can go crazy. Yeah, yeah, we' d be pretty close and I' d get out of that dying by a nickname that means keeping the town. Thank you, Ramiro, thank you. He told me exultant and hugged me by crushing his hard tits on my chest while kissing me on the cheek. Well, good for a little. First I' d have to meet your mother, see if I like her, and most importantly know if she wants to come here before I forget. The salary will also be

blank and with all benefits. Yeah, yeah, okay. You' re going to like it because the Viking queen, as I call her, is beautiful and with the basic salary will be fine for either of us. It will be twice as basic, because here things are much more expensive or there is possibly more to buy. I' ll also have to buy some more stuff for you, whoever works. It must always be blank for me. Are you an angel?“ You are an angel,” he said without

being able to contain tears by showing emotion and gratitude. When we went back to the apartment, I stopped at a grill and bought meat from churas bread salad and sodas to go and have dinner at home. Then I explained to him that I was going out that night because I had to go to my mother' s and my sister' s house to see how they were after I had incinerated my father' s remains and that I would return after midnight.

Then I told him that at five in the morning he had to make a trip.“ You have to take your father’ s remains somewhere, ” he asked grievingly. That' s not what my mother' s gonna take care of. I have to go with you, squeal, find your mom. I have to hurry all this up because on Monday I' m gonna have a nut job taking care of all my father' s business and I want to fix this business quickly. Oh, Ramiro, for God' s sake. You' re gonna end up killing me from a syncope with

you. There' s no heart that can hold. I' m telling you, mine is yours and my mother' s will be the same. You are and you will be our guardian angel. Let' s see if you say the same thing. When you see that I usually have black wings, it seems to you that your mother will come with us. I' ll be loyal to your voice and your wings. I don' t care about the color, and my mother' s coming with us until she' s traveling on the roof. You' ll see that if it doesn'

t burst with joy. As soon as we entered Lot, he began to prepare the table, the dishes, the glasses and the cutlery to serve me. Dinner was sick and she wouldn' t let me help her at all. I watched her move, noticing she wasn' t an impromptu woman in what she was doing. Besides, my eyes were fixed on his buttocks. The wounded jince marked a dreamy ass and his face radiated happiness strangely. I felt really good having her next to me and my dick gave a couple of

hints to imagine other things, but I wouldn' t rush anything. For the time being, if I wanted to put them, it was a visit to my mother and sister, it would bear fruit. The two of you would scream with my dick in your ass, I' d forgive you for your rag. I' d make sure they signed on Monday and I' d put them in too. He' s aware of Jimena' s hiring. I didn' t want them to show up at my house when they painted certain needs. So much for today' s chapter until the next one.

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