Take your imagination to another level of hot stories. Today we present trip in time part one do not forget to subscribe so that you do not miss any of the stories start of a great adventure. It' s not easy to tell. I admit that the past had its good things, although not to deceive us the present overcomes it. The passage of time is inexorable and advances of all kinds are imposed. I could check it out. If you stand still. The train of progress passes you over, never stops and is getting
faster. What doesn' t change is the commonplace of people. They may have more knowledge if the good ones continue to exist, but the inferiorities of the human being, the crouched ones, the betrayals, the hypocrisys, the perfected lies or they did not exist and will exist forever where all these human failings are most noticeable. No doubt, in the strata of power any one may come out crooked and be good people, but there are the good ones
in the bands. I was once told no. If you' re immersed in a band and they' re bad, pretending to be good involves betrayal and most likely they' ll make you disappear from the game. This is older than the world. I' m not going to make a list like that. We can say that there are very high classes, middle and low
high classes. In a gross way, we can say that in the very high classes, presidents, prelates, important, high- ranking military, businessmen who swim in money, the percentage of bad would be ninety- five percent. In the upper class, elite athletes, trade unionists, desk military, second- tier politicians, judicial, second- order businessmen, people from the
farnds, the percentage would be around eighty percent. In the middle class, high- level professional employees and others who are always below the top two, the percentage is around sixty percent and in the lower class, all those who fight it day by day to eat and survive, depending on the goodwill of those above, the percentage would be thirty percent. I clarify that the issue of percentages was always given by my own experiences and experiences and perhaps not the
best. I am not going to list how evils are shown, but they certainly exist and are repeated throughout history. To think badly of the other mostly of the one who is above with fame and press and comment on it. It' s kind of a national sport. Before word of mouth, now through social media, evil, falsehood, betrayal and hypocrisy. They may be more sophisticated, but they exist and will continue to exist. It is intrinsic to man and I am not talking about the genus, I am talking about
the human species. Even the nicest one, he does bad bo stuff. If you like it better, even the most holy commits sins at this point in the account, you will not be understanding anything better that I present myself and tell you more in detail about what happened to me. He called me Ignacio. I' m thirty- two years old I' m six feet tall. I have dark hair, manly features, quite marked and and or s green, which seem to cause good effect on abdominal feminas, pectoral backs,
thighs and biceps I do not lack. They' re the product of gym hours. Fart may be, but, since they' re mine, something else I don' t lack is too much. It' s hard for me to hide the twenty- one by six centimeters when I quote. I have the title of history teacher and although I graduated with the best grades and I love the history, fundamentally that of my country, I do not
practice in any school. I only once worked as an associate history professor at a private university and quit at six months because I was about to burst. The problem is, I have a tendency not to have control over my sexual urges. They' re not violent at all. It happens that I live hot and I recognize it something pervert, because once released, I do not measure brand or kinship. Although I' m not jugglers or weird things,
one time a psychologist who attended me told me I was a sexopath. I don' t think it' s that way, but if the woman has a good back, I have to try to have sex with her and I ' m sure I have more experience. You can imagine how I was teaching a number of young girls who, in some way or another, try to draw attention to a teacher who is good for the worse. I' m not the kind of guy who resorts to masturbation and I don' t like sticking my head in any poncho. Two of them improved their notes for their
attentions and the remedy was worse than the disease. Soon others learned about my capacity for bed and what I was wearing, I began to notice that the number of female students was increasing and there were invitations for what I liked. That decided to leave that university, even if it was wrong with my father, who had recommended me for the income, nor did I worry. I ' m an only child, I come from a so- called bolengo family,
although it' s just for the money. When my grandfather died, I inherited a trust that allows me to live like a duke with monthly income that exceeds by about seven or eight times the salary of a politician high this only for bank interest. I only have my own pentouse semi- floor with five rooms in a building belonging to the family business. Therefore, I have no expense or tax expenses. I' ve got a month' s allowance on all four sides. Even though I keep a high- end four-
door car, I don' t like sports. He gives four doors to the Audia six blacks. It gives you another level, although I use it little, because the city center is a shrink to move in his own car in my parents' mansion. Actually my grandmother' s. She lives in the seventy years and stays as if she were forty. He receives the trainer staff twice a week, has a masseur, a tennis teacher and spends it from party to party or meetings, in meetings logically of those of his level.
There she meets with other old and not so veteran, who is more slutty and unfaithful. More than once I pictured my grandmother with her legs wide open asking me for a dick. The contra is that she doesn' t allow any rapprochement and she' s bitter with her whole family, mostly with me. My mother is another one who is very strong. It also denotes the gym by the wayside and retains an anthology ass that matches everything. A physicist of excellent shapes. He' s around 50 and he can' t
be seen at all. Through the house of ns they usually appear. My mother' s two sister days are two and three years younger than her. They' re as good as my mother and grandmother. And at a time when the hormones were blowing up all those female specimens in the house, thousands of straws fell. I can' t forget the ones that fell for the domestic staff, until I started using the lump and rose to the cook.
She was my best teacher, put yourself on like this. Hold on, do it, slow down, lick quietly, absorb the little button, shove your tongue as deep as you can. He taught me everything he could and spent hours making me practice. He would go into my room at midnight and leave with the first lights of the morning. She never told me, but I think my grandmother sent her so that her grandson would learn and not kill
himself to straws like the usual teenagers. I was always half rebellious and I wasn' t going to join her with young people or students of my own social level. I felt comfortable entering into conversations with boys who fought and struggled working and spending hours in sleep and leisure so that I could study what they
liked. From the others. There were also plenty of those who always speak for what the books say, who teach them to read operetta politicians and philosophers, defenders of equalities or shortcomings, who move to the rhythm of adults, who take their palms or gather their own fruits using youth in rebellion. But
that' s not what I' m dealing with. I had become a member of a student club that accepted student boys from any university and there were weirdos there to choose from, although no one tried to screw the one next to each other was in their stuff. In that place I became friends with Mario, who is you of n physics and chemistry, and Luis, who studied for pharmaceutical chemist. The three of us walked in the twenties and I was the white fly, as the two passed through true nerds and my presence
was more sporty. Physically, the two of them together didn' t make an Ignatius. That was never a cause for discord, and I wasn' t bragging either. In fact, I always went to college on public transport and my clothes were common. The fact is that friendship flourished. We walked together everywhere and had several things in common. In principle, all three of
us liked women and were loyal to ourselves. Already in the third year they knew about my economy and my origins, but they never took advantage of it, although more than once I forced them to go out taking care of the expenses, since they both came from working families and sometimes it was not enough to even get out of the cheap ones. I seemed to be the caller for women, but I used to lose a lot. It was more like going to the papers and the girls didn' t always go to that mario.
I was running a lot apart and throwing away his mind. He was always in equations, figures and mathematics. His fort was not exactly loved by the words and the lip or his physique, although he never lacked any net that wanted to follow him the game, but the one that never failed with any was Luis, a while of talk and he started the one that he thought so whether swan or Pato visco the why we find it later, in
fourth year it was his greatest secret. It produced a colourless perfume with a wood aroma, which, coupled with a few tasteless drops of the hibido, as he called them, caused the metamorphosis. Two were enough to make Mother Teresa lose her papers. Luis was stressed that he would never market his formula. Besides, I was sure that would be forbidden and cost him with his
bones in jail. The effect lasted about six hours. It was neither harmful nor attractive to the male, but the females blinded and enslaved themselves, willing to accede to any request of the perfumed male. Logically, after knowing that, none of the things we faced failed us again, and the secret was safe with us both. Anyway, there came a time when the practice was cause for saturation and you couldn' t use them. If there were many women around, there was no body to hold. Later, the use was
intermittent and only if any appeared very difficult. After being received, Luis took a job in international laboratories and left us each ten small perfumes and ten of the droplets. That only reached you for a lifetime. It was his legacy because the year he was working, the lab he was working on exploded, burned down and five more scientists died with him. It was never known that they had been manipulating. Nor did he leave any notes about his Maria formula.
For his part, he had become fanatical with Einstein' s theories, which spoke of temporal dilation, more explicitly of time travel. I didn' t eat or sleep. That' s why and more than once I had to rescue him from those periods of fanaticization. Still, perhaps because of the deep friendship that united us, perhaps because we were both hurt by the disappearance of Luis, perhaps because I loved all that science fiction stuff or because I
farted all or the day and had the means. I hooked myself with all his study, though not with the depth of it, and I offered him every possibility to carry it out. I asked my father for some company sheds that were no longer used. I had them refurbish and arrange for him to set up his own experimental laboratory and to use adjacent environments to live there. I hired a woman to make her food and take care of her basic needs, and I gave her a monthly allowance. That was all in Mario'
s life. He became the prototype of the mad scientist. His parents had died and there was no one left to turn to, not even a dog who would pierce his fleas. And, as I thought, this is always not in accordance with his ideas. A friend never gets left in the pit. Besides, I have to admit, although sometimes he didn' t show up for weeks at the scene. It was contagious to listen to him, to talk about his projected journey in time and to make me excited about the
idea. One time After several years, he told me that his experiment was very advanced and I was going to have to learn to use the mechanisms of a metallic spawn in the form of a circular machine at his base and that it narrowed up to become a kind of rhombus. All because he was going to make the first attempt and he needed someone to manipulate all the button paraphernalia
to get him back. My crazy you have a fart in your head, this has more buttons than the console of a passenger plane and I can barely locate the buttons on my tablet That' s why you have to come and learn. The handling of the machine is the only way I' m sure I' ll be back. There' s no doubt about it. You
got shit in your brain with the computer. I can restart the program and if I do something wrong here, you stay travelling indefinitely in Vaya, namely that limbo helped you a lot of time, but I won' t help you or be part of your disappearance. Nothing to see. I am creating an instrument for the machine to locate the place where it would be and not as soon as the time is fulfilled and I warn you. You' d
just have to push a button. That would be a translation, but without leaving the place of origin or within a reduced range, for example, in a single country. No, sir, don' t count on me for that. If something goes wrong, I couldn' t live with remorse. I' d rather go and you handle the controls. That' s not a bad idea. That experience would be a way to pay you all the favors you did me, although first I have to tune in many more things. I take your word for it, but for now I' ve gone
on with your licentious and dissipated life. Hahaha, I' ll let you know when it might be before. I' m gonna try animals, don ' t fuck with me, with the favors. I' m the first one who wants everything to go well and only for yourself. You' ve been with this for about seven years and I' m gonna know one when you started was before you started college. I always had this between eyebrows and eyebrows, but there' s still a lot left. I have faith I
hope you can keep holding me up. You' re looking forward to being an idiot today. I' d better go and come back in a few days, jokes or jokes on the sidelines. I left the place with my head upset. What better for a history teacher than to know the place where the true facts occurred and not what the books tell. The idea went around in my head and free moments I had that there were many I dedicated them to studying facts since the early nineteenth century. In fact, I began to
think that things might lead to me having a better time. I thought of digital photo camera, enough memories and stacks, listing the winning numbers of the quiniela, getting money tickets of the time, in identity documents, chords I wrote everything down in a listing. But the biggest problem I had was knowing when I would be and where. I realized that I was thinking things over in the air and I couldn' t figure anything out until I had some
kind of security. Even with the dates. What was certain was that I was excited about the subject the spark was on and neither Mario nor I had anyone to answer to because I had no one because none of those I had mattered to me or I had to spend more time with my crazy friend. The enthusiasm overcame me. The four days I needed for the weekend served me
to prepare some things. I had a digital camera that at the same time recorded several memories that would serve me for this and like twenty batteries so that I didn' t lack them. I had ordered to make a DN and of the time, since the year sixty- eight minutes in the figure my name of Pila, but I had changed the surname to a common one and
also a record book of enlistment to all this. Mario had already kicked me out of a laboratory because I was more impatient than he was and I was asking myself was right, I had already accepted that I was the one to get into the machine, but my impatience bothered and there were still not even the dates when the experiment could be carried out and, worst of all, to what time or years I could be moved. I had on me an
unbearable mixture of expectation to which I also added emotional and sexual excitement. On the street. They all seemed good to me, they were all to take me to bed and the worst thing is that my mind was too deep in the journey and I looked at them, made my head and did nothing concrete. One Saturday morning I was at home determined to go out at night to take off my arrow and make a proper discharge. When my cell phone rang in the visor, the word Mom came up and I grudgingly attended. Yeah,
they called me to fuck me with something. After scolding me because I wasn' t going to visit her. She told me that Grandma had decided to get the whole family together because it was the anniversary of Grandpa' s death and she would throw a memorial party. Why, according to her,
it' s what he would have wanted. It had already been a couple of years before and had little attendance, which motivated a monumental anger of the old matriarch, so much so that there were layoffs of senior business emporium leaders and one of my aunts suffered a huge decline in her monthly income. Even a couple of grandmother' s friends suffered their anger and stopped being invited to the meetings of the encopettes. That according to their standards, was the worst,
almost like going down to hell. I could support myself. Apart from this. My grandfather had been a cute madman who didn' t deprive himself of anything, but he didn' t fuck with him except me, who was the favorite. I had even introduced myself to a couple of her lovers
who ended up talking very well about my horizontal performance. All this served to benefit me for life, even above her daughters or my ode and eating, among other things, I had left it established in the will and no one had the guts to challenge it, because my grandmother was the first to accept it. My rebellious and more bohemian character did not like my grandmother, but despite their long and bitter faces or lack of affections, it always agreed her
not to bring her husband against her. With him he could enjoy social and economic prerogatives to which he could never have had access from his place of birth. So much so that her father and only brother were the first to be left aside by her. No one ever knew why, and my grandfather didn
' t give rise to any kind of lucubration either. My mother insisted that she present me that night to avoid problems with her mother and agreed to it, because, even though she could not go out to get my discharge from the confectioneries she used to frequent, she assured me that her sisters, her husbands and her daughters would go. Each one had a daughter one twenty years old and the other, which I think she was in the twenty- four.
Both were tall, hairy, brown, clear and very well. In addition, they knew it and exploited it having several specimens slobbering for it so much so that they managed them at ease that neither of them were virgins, but officiated, as the Spaniards would say, of hot cocks, no elegant sport. I' d have to dress with the tuxedo and I didn'
t dislike it. I had made it custom and I fit perfectly. Seriously more than one would look at me eagerly, but in doubt I would resort to the perfume of my late friend Luis and to the droplets of the libido. We' d see who got lucky and didn' t want to forgive my grandmother. I was sure that the one who lent himself would end up stuck in the guts by the nicknamed doll that Luis gave to my dick on a night of sexual quartet with two acquaintances who succumbed to the drops. I
got to my grandmother' s mansion. After 20 hours, I entered the car directly to the back of the house. I couldn' t think of leaving him next to the other cars in the common parking lot. I took him by the family cars and walked into the huge house through the back door. All those who were there preparing the groceries that were served looked at me and I approached to greet one of the ladies of the service, whom I already knew from before. Rosita didn' t work in the house anymore.
She' d moved in when she got married. If I hadn' t been the first one I' d have said hello to with a kiss and possibly a pinch. I noticed that the lost one worked for them and I heard some whispers. When I headed into the house. My physique tucked into that tuxedo. My green eyes and doubtless, the subtle and inlet perfume caused its effect and I was clear about it. The first one to see me was my mother Graciela. She was a fifty- year- old silvery blonde
with clear eyes that stood like a thirty- year- old. The black night dress adjusted to the body outlined its curves highlighting its waist buttocks and chests still erect and hard. You came my sky you look beautiful, pity that it' s your mother said by hugging me and kissing me by logic, breathed the perfume and leaned on my tits in one of my arms. By clinging to him, I can say the same. You' re getting hotter every day. If anything I' ve learned in my life, it'
s not to give a ball to kinship. Hahaha as they walk around I told her giving her a kiss near her ear and I felt her shuddering. Okay, okay, we' re all good. Well, as you always see, we' re going to say hello to Grandma. The well- preserved veteran was sitting on a large armchair next to a portrait painting of my grandfather and I received there the greetings of those who were coming from a queen and I am sure she felt that way. I saw her look inquisitively as
we approached. It was always the same. Then he gave me little ball, but the first thing he did when he saw me was to look at me as if he looked at me and something about me made her remember. As you are, Grandma Amalia, good to see you. I told him to approach my face to kiss her and took advantage of it to look shamelessly at the gutter of her tits that the dress showed generously you. You don ' t change. I' m fine, you' ll have noticed. I' m not gonna die as soon as it' s called that perfume
you wear. I think it' s on the tip of his nose. I don' t know, it' s not commercialized. It was once prepared for me by a friend who unfortunately no longer exists and I still have something left. You like it. I asked him, knowing that he did like it and he went deep into it, just like everyone else. I do like it. What happens is that its scent reminds me of someone else who used it. Well, it doesn' t matter. I' m
glad you came and now you can go say hello to your aunts. What the matriarch sent out, hahaha, I answered something that came up in her face. The bitter gesture was something that only Luis Mario and I knew. The perfume acted like a softener and removed all the women' s lividness. But the complete end which made the chosen woman give free rein to her desire to mate with the male who used it and leave any pruritus aside. It
was the two droplets. Luisa had tried it with an atomizer, but spraying it on her face turned them into sexual beasts desiring the cock of the perfumed one and came to demand it without caring about anyone' s presence. The test had been done in my house with a colleague from the University, and it was a good thing we were all there to calm her down. However, it was not clear that she almost died. As a result, he had devised a small container with a push- button that was hidden between his
fingers. Each pulse ejected the two drops, almost three needed. After that, it was practically snapping my fingers and sticks and I laughed at the bag inside, thinking about what happened in my or house on that occasion and we approached the tables where my aunts and their family were at a table was Gracia, forty- eight years old, mother of Twenty- five- year- old Cintia. They both had long, lactated, brown hair. I couldn
' t see them full- bodied because they were sitting. But if something abounded in volume in the women of my family, it was the tits and they made them notice with what they wore, something that also stood out in all of them were their fine features. I always thought that even dressed in
mamelucos, they would denote the high social class to which they belonged. The greeting was pleasant and cordial, with kisses and the resulting brightness in his eyes, although I greeted the uncle with a gesture, nor did I remember the names of those parasites. At the next table was Aunt Lorena, forty- seven years old, mother of twenty- year- old Lauri, the twelve of brown hairs that of course, although here one could see another hairstyle with
more volume, were alone and I did not ask for the uncle. I ' d heard they were in the process of divorce. My mother had slipped it as I walked towards them, but that mattered little to me. Lorena had always been the most gifted of my aunts and friend of jokes. Her conversation wasn' t so candid and she was fine by her side for the best my little cousin had put on some fantastic tits and I decided to stay at that table. My mother didn' t like my decision very much.
The perfume had caught her, just like everyone else if she wanted me to be by her side, but she knew that being upset with me was not convenient. He was pretty rough when he planted me on something he did, he did, he went, he looked for my father to come over and
say hello to me. Luciano, my fifty- six- year- old father, was the one who ran my grandmother' s empoo of companies, He was the puppet of the whims of the midwife, but he was good at it and knew how to carry it without counting the benefits that this entailed, besides doing his life in parallel, something that I knew and kept. He asked me to go to their table, but only to please my mother,
because he did not insist on her request. Then he said good- bye and we went to my aunt and cousin to eat and have fun. Speaking of several of those attending the anniversary party, no one was saved from all of us had something to say and the company of the two women was
nice. My cousin got up to go to the bathroom and I noticed that her night dress highlighted a pair of standing buttocks and hard ones similar to the mother' s, which is why I decided that that night, my little cousin twenty- year- old yes or yes, would enjoy my piece that alone. My aunt approached her chair and, as a confidant, slipped me that she was doing the divorce proceedings. He told me about my uncle' s infidelities and he went into it, but I didn' t give him
much ball. It' s always the other one' s fault. In addition, I had noticed on several occasions my grandmother' s gaze. He would talk to some people around him and turn his eyes to me with that inquisitive look. At one point, I laughed because it occurred to me that the old woman had warmed up to him perfume and did not know how to proceed with her grandson. Baby, I' m telling you a drama, and you' re laughing at me My aunt put down a tone of anger.
Excuse me, Auntie. A funny memory crossed my mind, but it has nothing to do with yours. The grandmother of this divorce project does know, I told her, and she told me that we should make her disappear to avoid expenses and problems. You know how it is. Then he didn
' t want to talk about it anymore. My little cousin came back from the bathroom and, like the people, at Grandma' s behest, they ran the tables and began to dance something that was my grandfather' s own when he was alive, because he said that even a wake is a reason to party so that the soul of the dead man makes himself happy, of
course there was no one to discuss it with him. I didn' t say to the old lady either to go pour me a drink at the drink bar that had been armed on one side of the Great Living and Lauri asked me to bring her a bodka shot with orange. Ready vodka shot with prize I told myself and got up to go get it. My aunt didn' t ask for anything back to the table with my drink and my cousin' s, conveniently dressed to meet all my carnal requirements, I ran into my
uncle who was going to the bathroom. Lauri told me not to tie myself up and have a drink. Give me her drink and ask for another one. He said taking one shot and without breathing didn' t give me time for anything. This is disgusting. I don' t know why he puts orange in vodka. He narrowed down and went to the bathroom. I ordered another drink that I left clean and went back to the table to wait for
my aunt' s reaction. The turns had changed, but I had plenty of warmth to attend to whoever it was and she wasn' t bad at all. My cousin told me she wanted to leave because I had a meeting with friends and I told her not to think about it anymore. Grandma kept looking at me and following me with her eyes, but the friends took her to another adjacent room to talk about her things and I got off her radar better because I already wanted to ask her why of those looks cousin you dare
to take her home. That way I can take his car and not leave it lying. Lauri asked me and I told him I had no problems internally. I knew what would happen that night and had thought of my old mansion room, but my semi- story was a better choice. Lauri didn' t even let the mother think and asked her for the car to leave. She gave him the keys and asked him to take care of himself, but
I noticed that the fact that he left came from pearls. I think my aunt was dripping up her ears, because as soon as the daughter left, she put the chair in mine and told me she needed a night of pampering. The eyes seemed to have colored lights. When I touched her and squeezed her thigh near her crotch and answered her mime. I don' t know, but I' m not gonna forgive you any of your little holes. I' m gonna fuck you like he' s never gonna fire you because
in ten minutes we' re leaving. He shivering in the form of chills was notorious and I' m sure he expressed with that the first orgasm of the night. I' ll be right there Wait a bit for my legs to shake. He told me babbling I got up to say goodbye to my mother. I told her that I would take her sister home, because the daughter had taken her car and as she expected, there was no comment, she had already complied with what the midwife required. Those who should have been
present and that was enough. No good, we left the mansion. My aunt snuggled by my side and soon put my hand in her cleavage. The contact with her skin and her hardened peson made her shudder and looked at me handed over. Soon I had her two tits uncovered and I did not deprive myself of tightening them, caressing them and pinching her nipples. I don' t know what' s wrong with me. Ignacio, I feel so crazy. He told me in the middle of tremors. It happens that you want
your nephew to fuck you like you' ve never been caught. Say no more for now. Play with my dick for a while. I narrowed it down with some difficulty. Christ the Holy One, this dick, instead of taking me to heaven, will deposit me directly into hell. I' m going to suffer horrors, because I haven' t done anything in a long time. He almost shouted when he held her in his hands and brought his face to the erect member Tita. We have time and today neither Christ nor
the Devil saves you. I' m dripping nephew. I never felt so hot fuck me, even if I scream I want to feel it all and wherever you think. She said totally untied. I assure you, it will be. I said feeling like he swallowed my glande like he was a sucker calf I hadn' t finished parking the car in the garage yet when he pulled over and with a boob outside, he walked up to the elevator so he wouldn' t waste any time. Already inside this one was caught in
my mouth as desperate. The journey wasn' t long, but in the meantime I didn' t know whether to keep kissing or kneeling to breastfeed. What I did like was to notice that his buttocks were hard and that he jimió strong for the pleasure when I pressed them with my two hands already in the living room nor time gave me to watch how the dress was removed. I had locked the door and when I turned around I saw her standing in front of my dress. Only with underwear, thigh stockings and taco shoes,
the bra could barely contain her tits and the triangle of her thong. He almost didn' t even see it. He undressed me by working in the hurry to take off my clothes and knelt on the carpet to try to give me a blowjob right away. It was noticed that he was not a metiers to dominate, but he tried eagerly while I stepped on my pants and the
boxer to get completely naked. I' ve always wanted you, and I ' ve never cheered myself up. I think everyone in the family wants you and I love being the first one to get the huge dick that I didn ' t even know you had, you can' t imagine the desires I have to tell others told me absolutely launched. That' s how they' re all looking forward to the baby' s dick. I asked ay neme. I hope you' re not offended, but the three little brothers can
be more slutty than the chickens. I' m trying to behave and we ' re trying to cover it up for the one they' re gonna say. However, Grace and your mother do not lose opportunities. I think even my mother, your Santa Granny, Amalia, is still active. Well, it looks like a big whore reigns in my family. In the meantime, why don' t we go to the room. I can' t wait to put it right here. I lean on the furniture. He asked me
to leave his holes at my disposal because of his natural hole. It turned out to be pretty narrow or it was something in disuse, but it was watered down and the posh came in without stopping. He did not scream, although the whining was important, when his flesh opened abruptly and the glans crashed into his interior only if they were seconds. I couldn' t even show some kind of sadism by fast penetration and started moving my hips along to the
rhythm I quickly set. My aunt Lorena knew well what to do with a cock inside her squeezed me and loosened me with her vaginal muscles, but I had a lot of road covered in this and she had a hard time getting me done. Orgasm was kind of a release and he put his forearm in his mouth so he wouldn' t scream like a lawless one. When she experienced it, she was still shaking. When she told me to go on being a beast and driving her crazy with my endurance. I knew you did.
He let me go and ejaculate in that position. My legs would tremble and I took her out to lift her up in walks and take her to bed. I walked a long way with her, laughing and asking to be caught even by the navel and already in bed she screamed when I put paws on her shoulder and penetrated her mercilessly without caring about the stitch on the glans
When I crashed inside her. Three or four minutes later and without slowing down, he ended up moving again with some violence and his juices came out like in a heiser.“ You son of a bitch, you are killing me with pleasure,” he said with a shortened tone. I turned a deaf ear to his groaning and whining and pulled out the hardened dick to point the little hole between his buttocks, Slow nephew I ask you, please enter slowly, in addition to how big it is very thick he asked and now he
was noticed the fear in his voice. I can' t deny it. I felt like busting her ass in without stopping and making her scream like a condemned woman, because that ass deserved it and because I had become enraged to know the family hypocrisy. I had no doubt that I would pass them all through the stone and there would be no ass to be saved from being pierced, but I would not have to suffer the consequences and that narrow conduit would
peel me. If I tried to do it the way I wanted to, then I got up and looked for the anal lubricant that I always had prepared at my night table and I went to the task of packing and dilating the hole. My aunt Lorena got madder. His anus was highly herogenous and screamed for more fingers. When you don' t ask for dick, break your ass without delay, don' t make me wish to break fucking nephew mother, what a whore it makes me feel. I' m just killing your
fingers. She was shivering sickly. Half a cock came in from one slipped smoothly through her rectum as she tried to drown her scream on the pillow. I stood still there. The glans and part of the trunk seemed to be inside a moor that clenched the entire length. I waited for him to move alone and continued the penetration until I hit our skins less badly than I had
put the lubricant. I wouldn' t have been able to get in without hurting or peeling all of her ass, but her tightness was about to burst my dick. I stood still making her beat until her whining became moaning and her hips began to move, enter, leave, change the rhythm and intensity or roughness of penetration became a constant for several minutes and I enjoyed feeling her
contractions shaking and groaning off against the pillow. My aunt' s bursts of pleasure led her to be lax and stretched, because finally her legs were defeated and she fell on the bed, taking me with her in her collapse. The dust was spectacular and I completed it by filling his guts with everything in
my testicles. Then I came out of her without her immuting. It was a shame that I wasn' t given to take a picture of that wonderful ass and his butt- stops that allowed an unusual hole to be displayed in the middle of both cheeks. My aunt had dried me and I was more than satisfied. She had her eyes blank and she didn' t move. His satisfaction was assured and he was sure that from now on he would have
that ass. How many times I wanted and without the need for perfume or droplets, I lay next to him leaving a leg over his and slept for a while. A couple hours later I woke up. I noticed that she was starting to clear up and her purring made me know that she was waking up too and trying to settle down by sticking to me. I can' t even move, but I want more and how many times you think you ' ll be. My male nephew told me in the voice of a cuddly
baby while caressing my face and his gaze was full of piping. Look at me. I told him to point at his hardened dick again, but first we have to take a bath and then we see that little ass. He keeps tempting me. I expressed caressing his buttocks. The bathroom was good for both of us and there he had to stamp his mouth against the ceramics so
he wouldn' t scream. When my dick punched her again through that tempting ass, I wasn' t willing to wait for her because I just wanted to unload, but she responded quickly and had a couple of orgasms, the last of which made me come out of her and I had to fill her mouth with milk. Then he sat in the bathtub signaling me he didn'
t want any more. We made breakfast laughing and he told me that in the family each one made his ass a dick and so as not to blame each other they had agreed not to get into each other' s sex life. This thing you' re saying to me, you' ve already realized that I don' t care about kinship. I think more than one ass
will thunder with my cock embedded. It doesn' t bother me that you fuck them all if you make me jealous that every time you' re with one of them, you' ll take time away from me without compromises. Auntie. This is loving sex and with a certain feeling, but smooth and plain sex, no problems. Ignacio just remember that my ass belongs to you, as surely we will, because you are tremendously bohemian and rebellious. But you read all the Hahaha books you' re going to become the shoe for
the disgruntled and badly fucked family. What did you tell me about Grandma that she also has her getaways. She got married for money and position, but I think she always had her impossible love elsewhere. The others are slips. In addition to somewhere, they come in their long, angry faces, although who is encouraged to discuss something with her and the lauri babes and without them adán and receive. Today, relationships are more modernized and diagonal bar or more
deschaved, but no one messes with anything they do. Now. Turns out I' m a little angel. Hahaja with wings and everything, but as I could see with a wonderful cock and without a doubt, something destructive. Hahaja hurt my teeth, but it was wonderful. After the talk at breakfast, I took her to my aunt, Lorraine, to her house. The daughter had not yet arrived and I returned to mine had already made the decision.
My cousins didn' t interest me that much, although logically they would be taken care of as they fit, but what I had in my eyebrows were my mother' s and my grandmother' s asses. With me there would be no hypocrisy or moanings worth. The two of you would know what it was like to have my dick in your guts and I would enjoy realizing that, even if it wasn' t to make you feel like you already had them at home. I got a little sunbathing on the huge balcony.
It was ending spring and summer was approaching accelerated paces. He always took advantage of the first strong rays of sun and had a great advantage over other people. The matte of my skin helped to make the coppery color quickly assert itself in it and my toast was envied. I was wearing a zunga and thinking about how I would approach my mother or my grandmother, it made my desire emerge. The cock was plunging through the upper elastic of the little garment and
I fell asleep. I woke up after noon. The sun had turned and as the body was boiling, it was starting to feel a bit fresh. The hot shower made me up and I got ready to go out for lunch because I was hungry as I climbed into the walls. The day was spectacular, but I still took a summer jacket. In spring, time changed in hours and avoided surprises. The taxi took me to the neighborhood of Barrancas de Belgrano. I had thought of a restaurant, because I wanted to choke on
pasta from the best. I asked the taxi driver why he noticed the huge amount of traffic and he replied that in about three hours the Revertplad team played an end at the monumental stadium in the district of Núñez. I was a member of that club since I was a baby that on the whim of my grandfather and the company still paid the annual fee by keeping the VIP partner box. In that place I liked football, but I was a fan of San Lorenzo de Almagro, another of the clubs called big. In principle, it
was for taking the old man against him. Then I liked it like this and everything made me want to watch football and I was not the prototype fan fan with this or that color of shirt, because I enjoyed the whole show. I had a very good lunch while watching the fans pass to the side of the stadium and I felt like going to the court. At the time,
my grandfather had connected me with several leaders of that club. As he said, it' s always important to be close to those who run, and I knew the current president of the entity wasn' t planning on lining up to take out any tickets and I called him on the phone. He treated me very differently and called me directly by my name. Clearly, I
had a schedule after cardboard. He told me he couldn' t come in person, but he sent me to a PR employee to wait for me at one of the doors not open to the public and that' s where I went in to go to my box. Believe it or not that good had also been inherited. Before I entered I met a high leader whom I also
knew. I didn' t actually find it. I was waiting at the door of the box and with him there were two girls who did not reach thirty years old, a blonde and or and a chestnut, both of jins and with the t- shirts of the local team, which marked perfectly their excited tits, a lady who was going to be fifty and a boy also of about thirty, whose feathers fell hello Ignacio. I need you to do me a favor, he told me and I noticed him a little nervous.
If I can gladly what you need. The stadium is packed and I would need you to make room for these people in your box. Maybe it' s an emergency. If I came alone, no problem. Besides, there ' s plenty of room and I think the girls are known. They have a TV show about current events. One of them goes out with one of the players, but she can' t be in the family box because she doesn' t explain. I don' t need to find out Tell them to come in and settle that down. Yeah, do me a favor.
You send me a waiter. It' s going to be hard to locate them today. Thank you, Ignacio, I owe you one right away. I' ll send you to the bartender. He then introduced me to the two girls, to the lady who turned out to be the producer of the show and to the boy who was the stylist of both. I didn' t even mention that I knew them from the show. The overall atmosphere of
such an important football match is highly exciting and fast. They began to look at the environment because from the box they dominated the entire playing field and the
full tribunes. The waiter showed up and I invited them with drinks. Of course, in the meantime, the blonde and the stylist machine- gunned me to questions, radiographed me and evaluated the clothes I wore that, although it is true that it was sport the very first brand, it was noticed the same as the shoes on occasion, because I was not friends with wearing slippers. Dressing up the interrogation was almost illogical. Not everyone has a box that
lives in that stadium. The feathered man started it, as after telling me who they were and what TV show they were doing, he asked me if I was an entrepreneur and if I was married. I am not a history teacher with preference for Argentine history and single by religion.“ Oh, if I had a history teacher like you, I would have been excused from the beginning of the year,” he said in a loud voice, generating the laughter of women. That' s probably why I don' t work anywhere.
I avoid several of those problems.“ I don’ t believe you, ” the blonde said,“ those clothes and this box aren’ t paid with a teacher’ s salary to see what car you have” That ' s true. You don' t need to exercise either, and my car' s the same as the transporter' s. They saw the jessen steadon movie. Oh, my darling. That' s an audio. I don' t know how wonderful you are to get married. With you the boy hahaja squealed again, you will not be lucky with me and the goods
are all inherited, besides income that allow me to live very well. I ' m sorry, the most mature woman' s gone. Evidently, the producer. Your name is Ignatius. What' s your last name? I ' ll tell you later. The game' s about to start. The party had become interesting, it was happening in situations of risk and even paying attention to the game, I noticed that women spoke among themselves and joked at the one with brown hair. For such a gambler. In addition to whispering
about me, John and Ball had gone to watch football. I was having a good time and I enjoyed the show. It even made me think that Sunday would end well. There were no goals in the first half and it just ended. The producer turned to me and asked me if I would not be interested to be as a panelist in the program talking about topics of Argentine history. It would be interesting and allow me to talk about what I am passionate about, but until the middle of next year I have other projects and
not exactly near here. I' ll come with you. Wherever you go. I' m like the casseroles, spending little hahaja. Where are you going? You' re terrible, you don' t give stitches without thread, but I already told you that with me. You' ll keep the will. I like women too much Hahaha, I already said you' re a discriminationist. Hahaha, I' m serious. Ignacio. You have a good addiction. I think you' ll do well in the Chamber, and you' ll be free to choose the subjects. The producer insisted on the
silent assertion of the two girls. It' s interesting, but it would complicate everything. If you want, we can meet to talk about it at dinner, but that wouldn' t be immediate. I said thinking about perfume, drops and asses. He didn' t get to answer me. My cell phone started ringing and I apologized to take care of it because it was Mario calling. I got it, I got it. I sent a rabbit and it turned out screamed on my cell phone and stunned me. I asked
him to calm down and explain well. I can' t explain it this way I came to the lab urgently. I' m going to send two more, and I want you to be there. I was very upset and I got just as good at first. Every time was speeding up. I said goodbye in a hurry to the people who were with me in the box. I apologized for an emergency that forced me to withdraw and exchanged cards with the producer. I can barely call you. I told him to keep his
card and see that he was staring at mine with his mouth open. It was normal. My family' s compound surname always generated that kind of reaction. I went down the endless internal stairways of the stadium like I floated. I don' t even remember how I got in the car. All I know is that I ripped off and headed south of the city, Mario. I expected expectantly and crazy in the lab and began to believe that the possibility
of time travel became a more concrete reality. So much for today' s chapter until the next one.