Take your imagination to another level of hot stories. Today we present sugar part three do not forget to subscribe so that you do not miss any of the stories. The next few weeks continued on that same tonic, except that Patricia took more confidence with me, although it wasn' t always. Sometimes I already asked for something I needed, that if a cable to charge his mobile,
that if some helmets to listen to music, some sneakers. She thanked me by showing herself to me without being shameless and when we said goodbye, she would give me a beak on my lips, grateful for according to her, to be her consent. I' d kill myself with straws thinking of Patricia. We' d even given ourselves our phone number and texted each other.
I often knew I wasn' t doing anything wrong. The girl was already of age, eighteen recently completed years according to the DN and who taught me, but I saw her so young, so childish, that she seemed to be doing something forbidden. In addition, it looked so fragile, so innocent, that it inspired a great tenderness and made you want to embrace it and eat it with kisses. The day our confidence level rose even higher was
when I arrived at the mall and found her looking at clothes. He looked at some long- sleeved poles and when he saw me, he came towards me, hung over my neck, gave me a beak on my lips and hugged me. I really wanted to see you. I missed you, my girl told me. I missed you, too, I said looking at her with affection. Tell me what you were looking at. You show me. When I saw what he wanted and that he didn' t reach five euros, I told him to choose two that he liked the most and go try
them on. She told me to go with her, but I was stoned. When she invited me in to the dressing room with her, I looked at her astounded and it was when she, naturally, took off her sweatshirt, letting me see her tits lying in a black bra, I was amazed. That girl wearing such a loose garment, she didn' t guess her chest, but now she was proud of those two tremendous tits who cried out to be devoured. Patricia saw my look lost in her and asked me as
if I didn' t know the answer. You like them pretty, he asked very sensually. I think what' s the nicest thing I' ve ever seen. I said excited, tried one of the poles, then the other looked and looked and then did something that already changed everything between us. He took off the pole he had on and putting his hands behind his back, got rid of his bra, showing me beautiful, haughty tits that challenged gravity without problems, with a tiny brown areola and a hard nipple like the
diamond. She was in front of the mirror, looking at me behind her, watching as if what was happening was surreal. And now you like them better. You don' t think they' re really a little down. Honey, I said drowning with my own drool, they' re perfect. Patricia tried the pole again, but without a bra. He adapted to his perfect shapes and without a bra was a temptation. It seemed that his little weights were going to pierce the cloth. You imagine me going down the street
like that. He said provocative. He supported his body against me and his ass rubbed against my already grown dick. He pulled out more of his chest while our eyes were sticking through the mirror. My hands under that pole were caressing his gut. It had extremely soft skin and went up to reach those two perfect flesh balloons. I closed my eyes and heard Patricia moan. Oh
yes, my love is yours. Patricia was small and small, but with everything very well, I lifted her up and left her standing in the dresser ' s seat at that height, her perfect tits that gave to the height of my mouth. I took his pole off and my hands didn' t
hold on to his little, childish, delicious ass. My hands covered both buttocks and my fingers crept between his legs or side lasciviously above his pants his pussy, while my mouth sucked his nipples and my tongue licked his tits for my love, to groan very short in my ear, Patricia, we cannot continue here. We' re gonna get our attention. Come out and wait for me with affection, but with firmness. He separated me from her and
made me leave. I was looking at the door in a daze what I ' d been wishing for months since I first looked at that little girl was happening. It hadn' t been more than 30 seconds when a maid showed up and smiled at me. It' s all right.“ He doesn ’ t like the way he looks,” he asked interested. Well, I think it suits you, but you don' t know which one to
decide. You know how teenage girls are.“ I am hearing you, ” Patricia said,“ from the inside the dependent and I laughed and at that moment there appeared that delicacy of a red girl like a tomato uff that is hot in there,” she said, coming out of the way, “ I like both of them I can take with me clearly affection” No problem. Oh, thank you, Daddy. I don' t know why that daddy was morbid to no longer be able to at that time. It is the image we gave, that of a father and a daughter who had
gone to buy. The maid smiled at me and we left the dressing rooms with Patricia holding my arm, she put me through one of the hallways and stopped me, she looked at me feverish and kissed me with ja. You can do the shopping tomorrow. I swear I came to help you, but now take me home until I left the car with the euro in it and the two clothes that had been tested. I grabbed her hand and the race. We went down to the parking lot inside the car and kissed me again
with fury. Her hand went straight to my crotch, rubbing my dick. Mine followed the same path between Patricia' s legs, which greeted me with a long groan. He was burning and his pants were wet. Let' s go, he said he' s quoted. Let' s go if I' m not gonna fuck you right here, I' ve never run as far as this time. I think I skipped some lights, but I don' t care. I just wanted to get home to undress that crud of desire and make mine. Patricia looked at me like a caged wolf,
bit her lip and played with her hand or between her legs. It was the vivid image of desire. When we came in, we hugged each other while our clothes were flying. When I had her tanguita in my hands, I sparked her scent, smelled like bath gel and a mentioned ham, we were completely naked admiring ourselves. Patricia was perfect to the smallest detail, but when she saw me naked she marveled at arturo fuck. I love you look like a donis and I gave you that Polla exclaimed by holding her with her
hands. This isn' t gonna fit me. It' s huge. He said scared you' ll see how all heaven comes in. Trust me, I grabbed her from her perfect ass and picked her up. She hugged me with her legs as her arms clung to my neck. We kiss passionately until we run out of air. While I was on my way to my bedroom. When I laid her in bed, she pulled back to stay in the middle and spread her legs, called me with her arms outstretched to lie on top of her and make a missionary. Patricia' s pussy was a
beauty, as it was everything in her. Lampy, little, small, pinky, brilliant of the excitement that seized her at those moments. For me, I' d have loved that little pussy and drunk everything that came out of it. Patricia was looking at me almost begging me to fuck her I knelt between her legs and passed my fingers through that little thing that was saying goodbye. Fire, Patricia arched her back and I' m begging you. Fuck me for what you want the most fuck me. I thought I was
gonna hurt him. I could see the size of my cock and her vagina, which seemed like a very closed toy, but it was because of or my glande over her little one and it opened like a flower I did some pressure and my cock started to enter it without any kind of impediment, little by little, opening it noticing how her sex was clinging to my cock, but allowing me to enter without problem. I saw the expressions of Patricia'
s face were of pleasure, of extreme pleasure until it exploded. Keep going, don' t stop, keep fucking going I run, I run. Patricia shivered like a leaf as she ran like a wounded cat. I noticed the contractions of the muscles of her vagina, preventing me from advancing Still giving a good piece of cock outside, but as she relaxed, she curled her legs in my waist and with her feet I was forced to reach the end a hip stroke and my balls bounced off her straight ass profile. My body
was on top of her and she had me very hugged. He opened his eyes wide and ran again. God, what a pleasure. Yes, Patricia, he looked for my mouth and we kissed comfortably. Her pussy squeezed my dick in a way that made it hard for me to concentrate so I wouldn ' t cum. He burned me, hugged me inside as his hips moved frantically. I started a slow pumping doing some pressure at her point that by putting it in, that drove her crazy. He ran again and again and
again and again. My child groaned wounded with pleasure. We had been around for about an hour and it had already run a lot of times and my endurance was beginning to betray me for. I can' t do it anymore. I' m broken. Let me, let me, rest, I said weary, I got in and pulled my dick out of her inside. With the excitement of the moment I had not even put on a condom. We were doing it by the hair. I lay next to him. She turned around and got a little ball attached to me, hugged her with affection
and almost fell asleep on the spot. I' m not gonna lie to you That totally fucked me up. I had my dick about to explode and my eggs full of milk and when I was about to cum it goes and falls asleep. But I' m not going to deny that I loved having her naked and being able to fuck her for pleasure. I don' t know how long it' s been. When I noticed something very pleasant on my dick and eggs, I looked at the watch on the bedside table and
it was still half past seven. Patricia played with her little hand and had my dick like a flagpole, while masturbating slowly. I saw her ringleader and she looked at me laughing. You' ve rested. I asked a little, but I' m upset. You haven' t run. You don ' t like me, Patricia, don' t be silly. You' re beautiful and I' m looking forward to it, but we were doing it by the hair and I wanted to run inside you, even though you didn' t know if you took care of yourself. Patricia climbed on top
of me, leaving her pussy in touch with my dick. I could tell how much moisture was spreading and how hot it was still. He kissed me tenderly and lay on my chest. I can ask you something clear, that you do what you want. What did you mean when you gave me so many gifts and please don' t lie to me. A few months ago
I had noticed you were like a being shining with its own light. I was crazy about You and when I saw you that day in the phone department and the memory cards next door, it was the right time to get close to You. I pretended to like you accepting me, even wanting to have a drink with me. The age difference advised me to be cautious and this thing that is happening between us was not drawn in my head, even though I wanted it with all my might. Wow, two started by saying Patricia.
I looked at you, too. I' ve always liked older men a lot and the day I saw you I remember you coming or running or from the gym, sports shorts and a muscle that left your arms and shoulders in the air. I didn' t know if you were married, divorced with a partner or what, but what I did know is that one way or another we would end up like this. And today I prepared myself very well for you. I knew in advance that this was going to happen.
We kept quiet for endless minutes. My hands were caressing Patricia' s little body and that little ass that became more and more addictive. Gentle, hard - headed, he would put my hand between his buttocks, caressing his anus, making some pressure on him. My little girl purred like a mimosa kitten her tits stuck to my chest. I needed to fuck her again, I
needed to cum arturo. You know what a gardad is. Of course I knew it and I had once thought of making the mesenas panty iron of those college girls who for a few powders asked you for everything and lived at large at the expense of their body. That was a form of prostitution and I didn' t imagine my child doing that. Yeah, I don' t know why you' re asking. You gave me stuff and a little while ago. We fucked. You don' t think there' s anything like
it. Patricia I said seriously you, you wanted, this I asked more scared than my life. I wanted it a long time ago and I know that whatever I ask of you you will give it to me, but I want to give you everything too, so I will ask you things and even if you don' t give them to me I will still love you and give you everything you ask me. You, for me, are my sugar, Daddy. It' s not like you' re a very good businessman.
You' re gonna ask me for a cell phone. Mine' s old and it' s already gone, I get it and what you give me. In return, Patricia joined me, kissed me and looked at me with itch. She got in four, showing me her red pussy from the fuck and her bright clean pink anus. You' d like to fuck my ass, I sat on the bed, grabbed that beauty' s hips and brought her to me for a feast. For a while. I' ve
been licking, sucking and fucking with my tongue that delight. My fingers would easily enter his ass and at the same time stimulate his clitoris until it exploded in another orgasm. When I noticed her ready from a drawer, I took a bottle of lubricating je and packed her ass and cock well. When I put my glande in that hole and saw each other' s dimensions, I freaked out it was an ass like I said childish honey. They fucked your
ass once only once I said excited you just do it come on. I was rushing, I did some pressure, and I saw it open and let my glans pass without a problem. I noticed he grabbed the bed sheet hard until the knuckles turned white. My cock gave pleasure spasms to see that ass offered those buttocks and my dick, starting to enter, was the most exciting and morbid thing there was. I did a little more strength and saw how I was going in. Little by little, slowly, little by little,
my love groaned Patricia, I stood still. I noticed the contractions of her sphincter on my dick and noticed how she caressed her pussy to relax soon. She' s the one who put some more than half of my bullet in her ass. God, what a rich jimió wound is all inside. No, honey, there' s a little less than half the fuck left I ' m so full, but I want it all inside I started to get in and out of it calmly, even though I wanted to impregnate it.
The vision of my dick going in and out of that ass was a lot and my orgasm was getting closer to his ass I accepted better and better. My cock pumping inside her and with a strong hip stroke, I impounded her against the feet of the bed and my eggs collided with her pussy. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, split me in two, and for God' s sake, I blew it up. That girl was pure vice asking more and more and I didn' t hesitate to give it to her. I was mad and my dick drilled it mercilessly.
In the room you could only hear the shock of my pelvis, with its perfect ass and the groans of both maddened, with our pleasure, screams, sighs, insults, incoherent phrases. We were just two people giving us the ultimate pleasure. My hands left her belt and looked for her tits to knead and twist her nipples That ended it and exploded in a brutal orgasm, dragging me with her, God, I run off, I fucking run. Yes, Patricia' s body began to tremble uncontrollably and her anito strangled my
cock. He was running in such a way that I noticed like his pussy. There was a stream of liquid coming out of my legs. I had had a squirt The contractions of his anus on my balano accelerated my already uncontrollable orgasm and exploded into his intestines, throwing jets and cum jets. Patricia groaned,
cried and fell into bed exhausted. I stood on top of her with my dick still stuck in her ass, with the last stertors of orgasm, the two tired, recovering our breaths, kissed the fine neck of that nymph and her shoulders and noticed how her skin stood up. My cock was starting to lose its erection and I gently pulled it out of Patricia' s ass, who groaned like a kitten with a loud plub finished coming out and saw with amazement as I had left, the ass of that totally open girl,
given herself prepared to receive my cock again. If necessary, my love has been beastly. I' ve never felt anything like this said Patricia, still tired you' re fantastic, I said tedious lying next to her I saw with her fingers examine her little anus and look at me scared fucking. You left my ass open like a tunnel. When he opens his mouth, he ' ll see the floor. He said laughing," Haha," I laughed at his occurrence. I don' t know, I don' t
know, they' re the exaggerated one. You' ll see how in a few minutes he' s recovered his appearance and tomorrow he' ll be locked up again, but with some pain, but not for long. Truth He said getting on me and kissing me because this I want to repeat very often for me daily and for me as many times as you want. I said hugging his fragile little body. I' m sorry, by the way. I' m sorry I peed when I was running.“ I couldn
’ t help it,” Patricia said, turning red. Not my life you haven' t pixed what you' ve felt is a skuert Don' t tell me you don' t know what' s good. I always thought that was an urban myth, for a woman to ellacule to come. Patricia skeptical already said, because you have experienced it and I assure you that whenever you want, I can make you run again.“ So, my love you are amazing,” he said kissing me,“ but I think
I have to go” It' s late. He said sadly. You want us to fight before you leave I asked evil uh u. She said with Patricia' s head in denial. If we do, I' ll be home too late and I' ll be punished and remember that I promised you that tomorrow I would help you make the purchase with pity. I saw Patricia get up and go to the bathroom. Soon he came out and let
me see his naked body again for real. Everything I can describe of her would stay at all, because at every step I discovered something new in her. She was very feminine and that drove me crazy. He dressed in front of me without turning his gaze away from mine and when he finished he came to me. He hung up on my neck and kissed me very fondly. I like the way you look at me, and by the way, you can run inside me. I' m taking care of myself You' re
bringing me home. I would have liked to spend the night with her that nonsense, but it was not possible. I' d wait for the weekend to see what we could do, because I needed to be with her. It drove me crazy. That girl I left on a street before her portal. Patricia didn' t want anyone to see her get out of a car and go gossiping to her parents. He lived very close to the shopping mall where he was shopping. That' s why I saw her there so often.
Before getting out of the car, he kissed me again fondly and wrinkled his little nose, said goodbye until the next day at the same place. The next day, Patricia was waiting for me directly on the third floor of the parking lot, which is where she always parked. As she saw me coming, she got in the car and when I parked she sat hanged on me and ate me to kiss. I was looking forward to seeing you again, and I kept kissing. We need to make the purchase now. He
can' t wait, honey. I look forward to it as much as you do, but I' m low. If we hurry in an hour, we' re home, shopped in a hurry and ran, but left nothing unscathed. It took us a little longer than the hour, but little more helped me place the purchase. She was just wearing her thong, she was constantly quoting me and my dick was going to burst. As we finished, we went to my bed and gave free rein to our passion. There
were blowjobs, pussy meals that were a delight and amazing fucks. Without counting on it, I ran into his mouth with my cock elongating as if it didn' t cost the poor one of mine choked and couldn' t hold so much semen but he looked at me with those little eyes full of tears and with a happy and laughing face. I ran abundantly into his uterus. I filled her up like a lighter and I know she reached more than ten orgasms, without her knowing it, she was multi- orgasmic and it was
a delight to see how she ran over and over again. Finally, and before we went to the shower to take her home, I gave her a squirt that left her broken by the pleasure received. He was a mature fifty - year- old man with very clear ideas or so I believed the youth, the vitality, Patricia' s uncontrolled passion dragged me with it. I began to feel something forbidden with that child, something that would destroy us,
but I was falling in love without remission. I wasn' t aware that we were separated thirty- two years, a whole generational leap that she could be my daughter and what. Although I realized very often, as people looked at us, I didn' t care what they thought she gave me the strength and the desire to move on. Patricia was very impressionable. As she sometimes told me, I wasn' t used to being treated with that love
and affection. I dazzled her with incredible weekend trips, as she told me she couldn' t show up at her house with very expensive gifts without explaining. Patricia opened up a lot to me and began to see me as more than just her sugar. Dad. She told me that she lost her virginity at the age of thirteen with the father of a friend of hers, who, textual words, was very good. She was tender and delicate and had sex with him until her friend caught them in the dust and threw her out
of her house. At the time, she knew she liked men much older than her. Then he told me how he met a 17- year- old boy, self- paid, superficially conceited, the typical gym pimp who thought he was irresistible, the one who threw himself in middle school, because aunts are assholes, according to Patricia and we don' t see beyond our noses when we see a good guy. It was disappointing Patricia told me the first time we saw each other naked. He showed up in front of me
like a peacock. I looked at him sceptical and thought a lot of rabbit for so little carrot and I wasn' t wrong. He went in and ran like a beginner with a sorry chick. I barely spent a month with him and I think I was very generous in front of that piltrafa. He didn' t give me any orgasm. When I asked her about her loss of anal virginity, I noticed how she got uncomfortable as if something upset her
in an untimely way. That, that was a mistake. Apart from something very painful and inexhaustible, it was with a cousin brother ten years older than me. I' m not going into details summer vacation with my uncles, Vikini Pool, very suggestive. We were left alone in the water and fucked
my ass. That' s all. And finally, he talked about me he had only been with four men, including me and as he told me, only his friend' s father and I had been very important in his life and what he felt with me didn' t want to stop him in any way, I didn' t want to hear about age difference or generational jump. She was happy, very happy, and she didn' t want to give up on me in any way. He was of age and knew
what he was doing and who he was doing it with. I tried to talk to her and make her understand that our relationship wouldn' t take us anywhere, that when she was on the zenith of her sexual I would be a septuagenary and would be condemned or condemn me, if she hadn' t left me before. I thought time would put everyone in our place and that she would get tired of me at some point in her life when she saw
that she didn' t respond sexually as she asked. His youth was overwhelming and he was starting to take pills to keep my erection, because it was hard for me to recover. We' ve been together for three months, three wonderful months. I gave him a weekend in Formigal in Full Aragonese Pyrenees. We went skiing, but we didn' t really touch the snow.
I booked one of the best rooms in a hotel had everything, including a wonderful Jacucia, which we took a lot of advantage of, while through the window we saw snow It was idyllic that weekend, like many others, we fucked until we fell exhausted. Patricia gave me everything and when we left for Madrid she was filled with semen from all her holes, as always she left it near her house. We said goodbye with sadness, but knowing that in
hours we would see each other again. But that Monday was different. He missed me that he didn' t send me any bazapa or that coming in the afternoon, he called me to find out if he had come home and could come over to see me. Her phone was disconnected and she couldn' t talk to her. The same thing happened on Tuesday, as well as on Wednesday. He was scared more than anything in case anything had happened to
him. That Wednesday, when I went shopping, she waited to meet me and tell me what was going on, but she wasn' t there. He didn' t show up at any time. I was devastated. It was Saturday morning they knocked on my door and I ran thinking it was Patricia. But when I opened the door I met a woman and knew right away that she was Patricia' s mother because of her great resemblance. She was a beautiful woman with a fantastic body, although I couldn' t notice much
more about her than she was at my door. It was bad news, sure and a chill went through my body you arturo asked dryly yes, I am Arthur in what can I help you? I' m Patricia' s mother. I can make myself clear. I said passing through the entrance I was scared. He had a face of few friends. In fact, his eyes were burning, he left a big bag on the table and put himself
in jars, walking around staring at me. I looked at her between fear and curiosity and I was going to ask her when, without waiting for her, she crossed my face twice. One with each hand left me stunned and, in fact, I twisted back trying not to fall while yelling at me, you son of a bitch, how you could do that to my child, as she was able to fuck you. If it' s a baby. A baby, ma' am, your daughter is of age and you
can have another slap. He left me squealing in my left ear. I noticed my cheek pounding on the two slaps I was wearing and judiciously I set aside in case I kicked my eggs. That woman was out of her mind, grown- up, asshole. My daughter turned sixteen. Two weeks ago he said yelling at my face, no, no, it' s not possible. I stuttered her. She showed me her dn and the date of birth. She' s of age. That meat was a fake idiot Even
a child would have noticed. He yelled at me again. I sat in a chair without believing what I was hearing and the consequences I would have in my life. She had fucked a minor and had a relationship with her. He was a pedophile. I saw my life as it would be from then on if I saw myself in the middle of a big scandal and in prison for life and only terribly only because a young girl had manipulated me with her body and with a fake dn. How could I be so stupid and not
realize something so obvious. That woman was walking around my living room nervously, massaging her temples and still staring at me furiously, although she seemed to have calmed down something for what that card looks like She got it from a friend and used it to get into the discotheques and well, she used it with
you too. I imagine. I imagine that, so you wouldn' t turn it down, I still didn' t believe what had happened and even though I imagined how Patricia would feel and what should be going on, I was very worried about my future my mind imagined that at any moment the police would come and come handcuffed out of my house. It is for this reason and because my daughter has cried, begged and begged that she should not take action against you that I will not denounce you, although I do not lack
desire. She' s a long way from here at boarding school now. His father doesn' t understand what' s going on and I hope he doesn' t know what' s happened, because I' m sure he ' ll kill you You hear me and I' ll help him. Don ' t doubt it. I was speechless. I heard that woman talking about threatening me, but I didn' t pay any attention to her. I was, as I heard, trying to assimilate the barbarity I had committed in
that bag. There' s all the things you' ve given her, I don' t want to see them, she doesn' t need to forget about my daughter, don' t look for her, don' t get in touch with her. If I find out you' ve done it, I assure you the full weight of the law will fall on you and I' ll fuck your life. You heard me. I just felt with my head. That woman turned around and left my house with a slammed sound.
I still had the fear in my body. He was aware that he would have no escape from any court, no matter how much Patricia claimed that they were consensual relationships. I don' t know how long I' ve been sitting still in that chair. When I got up and saw that bag on the table, I walked over and saw what was inside it, all the gifts I had made to it, the headphones to listen to music,
his white pants, his slippers, his mobile phone. I began to cry like a boy, for my child' s memories, for my love and for the attention of the moment had happened again. Patricia had come out of my life brutally and without waiting for her I would no longer see her. First Gina, then toe and now Patricia, deep wounds in a heart already
battered by the experience, could not continue like this. I needed stability in my life and I was beginning to miss someone waiting for me when I got home and wondered how your day went love and do what couples do, but without hiding, without programming the dust and without everything being like a class to go to to learn my life, he returned to that gray monotony with no illusion for nothing. I think that, even if I explained it in detail,
I wouldn' t dare come to desolation because I lost Patricia. She had been my joy, my desire to live, to move on, even knowing that our age difference would be an impediment, but I loved her, I loved that child who captivated me with her affection, her love and her body. I swore to myself that that would never happen again that I would run away from the young avid sex girls with matures, who gave them a stability and quality that they did not know with the kids of their age.
For them we were easy prey to their youth, but the consequences for someone
like me were devastating. I had a hard time forgetting Patricia. I dreamed of her, with her gestures, her provocations, with those tight pants that she wore always guessing that ass so divine that she had and her little pussy drawn neatly on the fabric, almost felt in dreams the softness and warmth of her skin, her generous chest that offered me to taste her taste and excite her nipples by god as I missed her and cried again in dreams, trying
to find her to come back with me. Without getting it. I tried to recover from that barapalo coming out more, amusing myself to do something that kept my mind busy, but it was all in vain. Only time would help me forget. It happened on a Wednesday when I went shopping I was going like a zombie, without knowing just who was around me until a sweet little voice called me Arturo wait. When I turned around, I met Patricia ' s friend, Susana, who looked at me almost with tears in her
eyes, her healthy sky. I said hello with love." How are you doing?" he said, giving me two kisses. The other day I got a letter from Patricia and she asked me to give it to you she said showing me an envelope. I took it into my hands and brought it closer to my face I breathed its scent. He still had the fragrance of the colony he used. Patricia couldn' t help it and a tear fell down my cheek. Just like he gave it to me. I gave
it back to him. Susana looked at me strangely. I' m sorry for your health, but even though I' d like to read your letter, I can' t do it. Her mother was very clear about her threat and it may cost me a lot and I can' t go on like this, but she expects you to answer her, because it will be you who tell her everything tell her that I miss her very much that I will never forget her, but that her mother was categorical about what would happen if I contacted her. I want you to do me that favor. She
' ll be very sad when I tell her. She wants to keep up with your relationship until she' s eighteen and she can do whatever she wants. That' s crazy and she must be more coherent. I know his heart speaks now, but it' s impossible at all. You have to forget about me, even if it hurts. Everything has a beginning and an end. Tell him that. Our end came when his mother discovered it. Our Susana tried to convince me that no one had to know, that through
her there would be no problem that we could get in touch. But I didn' t want that. I wanted to have her by my side even though I knew that relationship had no future. She insisted so much that she even hinted at me to agree to her friend' s wishes. And that ' s been a long time for me. For nothing in the world would I ever get back into a relationship with a minor and less with that girl who, although she was a temptation, knew the control her parents exercised over
him. Kindly, I said goodbye and walked away, even getting to change the day of my purchase so I wouldn' t find it. Those girls didn' t understand what could happen to me, a responsible adult, if they discovered such a relationship again. Besides, being such good friends, I ' m sure their mothers would know each other and, well, better, I don' t want to imagine what could happen, but, of course,
nothing good for me. Only the passage of the months helped me to go, taking better my sentimental situation, especially at work, where my apathy and decay were noticed. It was the team that worked with me that somehow helped me get a little out of the hole where I had gotten into it. None of us really knew what happened. They did know the story, but without knowing that a girl was the protagonist, but among them, one
way or another, they helped me to overcome it. When everything seemed to calm down and the waters returned to their course, another event came to upset my life. A call from Carolina, a niece of my ex- wife, alerted me to my father- in- law' s grave state of health. Carolina was and is one of Gloria' s older nieces. I
think he must be seventeen or eighteen right now. I can' t say it exactly, but that girl and I always had a very special relationship since we were born, so when I heard her voice I was very happy, even if she would give me that bad news. Arturo, I' m Carolina, Carolina, my love.“ As you are ill- mannered, the Abu dies,” he said crying. When she told me this right away, I thought of Gloria, her father and she were very close.
I made it true that he was a very valuable support when we divorced amen he spoke to me and unsuccessfully tried to be a middleman in our separation. I always had a lot of affection and respect for that man and it was very difficult for me to think that he was no longer going to be with us and Gloria, how he is, I asked a bad shake, very cursed. You have to come needs you more than anyone right now and you can' t fail him at that moment. I was as sunk as I
could be. Gloria, my niece, gave me the address of the hospital where she was and as I finished what I was doing, I went straight there when I got to the palliative plant, the first one to see me was Carolina, my niece, who came running and hugged my desolate. We didn' t say anything, going into the room and there, prostrate and recognizable was my father- in- law full of tubes, although no one in his family was pleased that I divorced Gloria and it had been more than
two years since we had seen each other. I was greeted with affection. Gloria was holding his hand and she didn' t even know he was there. He was crying watching his father go out. Little by little I stood beside her, grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her sweetly on her wet cheek for her tears. When she saw me, she hugged me, as I think she had never done, and she cried like she had never seen her before. I was breaking up inside to see her like this, and
nothing I did could calm her down. I could only stand by her and give her all the affection and support she asked of me. Don' t worry, honey, I' m by your side and I' m not leaving you. I didn' t part with Gloria for a moment, and she was all the time or hugging me or me hugging her. I wanted her to feel my warmth and that she wasn' t planning on leaving her in those difficult times. At three in the morning, my father- in - law died. It was a terrible and very painful moment, especially for
Gloria. When the doctors certified his death that night, Gloria and her sister left everything fixed with my father- in- law' s death insurance and the next day, at noon noon, the wake would begin at the tanatorio chosen by them, almost at five in the morning, after fixing all the paperwork I approached Gloria, which was our house during the journey, she did not stop crying and only when we arrived she looked at me with very red eyes and grabbed my hand with force Arturo. Don' t go. I
don' t think I can take it alone at home tonight. Stay with me, no, don' t worry. I' ll stay with you. Gloria smiled gratefully so that the car and soon came back into that house that so many memories. I was wearing it looks like a lie, but after more than two years, everything seemed to remain in the same position as I was when I left. I' m gonna take a shower and make myself comfortable. There are soft drinks and beers in the fridge. I don
' t feel like beer or soda now. It was very early in the morning, though. I felt like something stronger. I went to the furniture bar and saw that, as I was always stocked, I grabbed a glass of bisqui. I went to the kitchen for ice. I didn' t know if Gloria would still drink the same, so I left a glass and a cola soda just in case she came out in a thin robe that covered her completely and sat next to me. I feel like something stronger. I
hope you don' t mind me taking this liberty. You know you' re home. I don' t mind. Gloria said, with a tired voice, she threw a few heavens in her glass and poured a bisky. He climbed his feet on the couch and leaned his head on my chest. As he climbs his feet. For a moment, the robe opened and left its magnificent legs in the air. They hadn' t lost an apex of
beauty. Well, although it wasn' t the best time at age forty - six, Gloria was prettier than ever, and when I hugged her in the hospital, I noticed that she had lost some weight, she had a more stylized body. Thanks for today. I really loved that you were there with me and me being with you, honey, I know the special relationship you had with your father. This last comment. I know it made her cry again, but whatever she said would be an empty phrase of the many
that are said at that time. I just hugged her and kissed her head. It was strange, but I was very comfortable with Gloria, although we were divorced that day, since I saw her we behaved as if nothing had happened between us. In fact, he showed me so much love and he was so attentive to me and to her that we looked more like boyfriends than divorced. I could not help but notice the face of approval of all present
before so much show of affection on the part of both. Carolina, one of the times her aunt left me for a moment, took the opportunity to hug me and thank me for being with her and telling me that I noticed her more relaxed. Although later, the news of her father’ s death by doctors plunged her into despair.“ You want to fight,” Gloria
told me, pulling me out of my thoughts. Actually, I could use a shower, so go take a shower.“ I pick this up and wait for you in bed, in bed I thought I would sleep on the sofa I said surprised at that nothing,” Gloria said, sharp asleep in bed. If not tomorrow you' re gonna get up with your back fucked up and you' re not gonna stand up and you know it so don
' t be stubborn. All right, I said reason. Throughout the shower I was deciding how I would sleep without getting between the sheets above the quilt and with the clothes on so that I didn' t think anything unusual getting between the sheets, but with the pants and the shirt. The point is, I didn' t know very well how to act when we were married
knots. I always slept naked or in my underwear. I never wore pajamas and Gloria slept alone with her thong or with her everlasting short nightgown that only covered her ass and that if she tiptoeed to reach something, she would teach me that portentous work of art with which God had endowed her in her rear and confess it before you. When I came out of the shower, I barefoot in my pants and my shirt was as nervous as my first time.
Gloria was already in bed and saw me leave. She looked at me fondly and it was she herself who removed the sheets from my side inviting me to lie down, but when I made him dressed and covered myself, she looked at me as if I was doing the most stupid thing on the face of the earth.“ You may know what you are doing,” he asked angry. Well, obviously, Gloria put me in bed to sleep. Not dressed, we' re dumb, or what arturo cried out energetically Gloria.
We' ve been married for 20 years and we' ve shared bed and much more.“ I know how you like to sleep, so don’ t be silly and take off those clothes,” she said flatly“ My is a woman with fear, with great fear, I began to undress” I turned my back on her with modesty embarrassing me because when he saw me waxed, I don' t know how he would react to me. She was leaning on her left arm as she watched my evolutions and when she saw
me alone in her underwear, she opened her eyes a lot. Arthur where, where is the hair of your body.“ Don’ t tell me that now you wax what the fuck you are now a sexual meter,” he said ironically. Without saying that it was like a straight kick to the stomach. It pissed me off. It really pissed me off. I think he saw it in the hardness of my gaze, because his face changed immediately regretting what he had said. This was a mistake. I said angry and getting up to put my pants on. No. No, no, he
jumped out of bed, glory hugging me. I noticed her body very close to mine, her face leaning on my back as I kissed her, her tits, her weights, she felt them sharp, I even thought I noticed the bump of her pubis on my ass and her hands, caressing my chest and drawing me to her, forgive my clumsiness. Honey, it' s just that I was really shocked to see you like this, but please don ' t go, don' t leave me alone. I turned around and
we were face to face. She didn' t laugh, she moved a millimeter, and I, when I turned around, stuck my body to hers. We looked at each other for endless seconds waiting for the other to take the first step, for our lips to come together and give each other that kiss we were looking for since we met in the hospital, but none of us did anything. We' d better go to sleep. I said looking into those eyes that devoured me. We' ll have a very hard day
tomorrow. Gloria felt with her head when she went to bed. He' s crawling in on my side again. Her nightgown immediately climbed up, showing me her butt and her slime bulva wore no underwear. My cock received that vision as an electric shock and immediately began to fill with blood. He got into bed and immediately covered himself up. His cheeks were burning knowing the spectacle he had given me, he looked at my pa package inflamed by vision and
making circles with his index finger near my genitals. He asked and and that you have also Gloria, everything emphasized uf sighed by biting his lower lip with lust. You show me, honey. Like I told you tomorrow, it ' s gonna be a tough day. It' s gonna be better if we sleep. We both got into bed. I was already with an erection of fifteen and Gloria hit me right away putting her head on my chest, as her left leg passed over me and put it on top of my already
sore cock. The fingers of his left hand stroked my chest and abs and noticed the hardness of his tits in my body and the humidity of his pussy on my hip.“ Forgive me if I have been an edge,” he said whispering,“ but you have changed so much” He said a kiss on my chest. You have an incredible and very soft body. You ' re a beauty. We were so tired, so broken, we didn ' t take long to fall asleep with the heat we were wearing. It
was too late. I think even before I went to sleep, I heard the alarm clock on my cell phone, which sounded at seven o' clock in the morning. So much for today' s chapter until the next one.