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Rosa leaned forward on the divan they shared, imperceptibly opened her legs, leaving me room for my hand reached her thighs, hot, caress the crease of your knees, go up slowly as he felt her trembling. A silence was with us, retained the breath so as not to break the magic of first contact. I asked, almost unconsciously, if you had put the Jipa precisely to this point, so that nothing will hinder the movements of my hands on her legs.

My open hand, making his way between her thighs, without seeing her ass found warm clothes. No whispers needed to guide my fingers, but even if my body was crying out, not wanted yet have her, caress her, get her sighs will probably end with the moment.

Subi because my hands by your hips, waist scope of the skirt, cradle the two blocks of her ass, and some outgoing shaped posture, as my fingers ran over her slit open, such as rubber stabbed. I slid my hand up my fingers and my hands were only the tip of fingers searching for new ways or road, the only one, which would lead to his lips, those wet walls.

But did not want to come, felt, by the respiration of Rosa, on the tension that barely reached the center, would dissolve into spasms of joy, so I backed my hand, my fingers resting on the open wound between his ass. Rosa moved with delight and joy. No podium, leaned over me, giving me back, as she pushed the buttons that closed her skirt, which imprisoned her waist. Then passed his hand across his waist, and following the path opened her ass my long toes of former volleyball player came to the wet hair from her garden.

sysop> huy makes me, thank goodness I'm alone in a row in the plane, the dark, they spend a movie. I'm imagining perfectly, it's more, my fingers feel the contact of the first time, the magic of discovery of the body of the other

I noticed the water, playing my fingers on that dream pond, her lips blindly caressing, sinking in a few jolts (sysop> with that shake? Now baffles me ... I think that the entry is soft, it's more that the entry is to put the finger, and is the girl who was impaled, but hey, I know as I am, I suppose that every man will do it differently, but I put more if you explain that it is a slow, gradual, sound, smell ... which of course , although we can not hear, nor smell, but can be a poetic license) my finger in her pussy.

sysop> may be fine as you say, but I would say ... blindly caressing her lips, placing the finger at the entrance, resting gently, feeling the first resistance to my possession. Rosa sat up a little, to get off my finger slowly worked its way into your body, opening its fragrant folds, own their femininity joyful. Rosa sat up and noticed the out of your body, lips embracing my finger now, I felt her body close to my embrace. Gently kissed her neck, his tongue swept her ears, her neck, noticing the smell, a mixture of perfume, sweat, desire. I saw her nipples, black, pointed, through the bra, as if to pop it.

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When I got the coffee, Rosa was already in that corner of the first floor that eventually we did ours. We were alone, sitting on a divan ran in front of an inclined mirror reflected us both, two friends in confession.

Rosa, six years older than me, was, is, a woman sincere, direct, bluntly in questions, want answers just as bluntly. She mentioned that two years broke up with her lover, a woman who, after the break, left for Argentina, specifically the city of Viedma in Patagonia. From this city, Rosa received the first and only post of his former lover. A postcard with a panoramic cut by the Black River and was, along with their forgotten memories and a bra in the washer, retaining all of Muriel. That fall on a Thursday afternoon at the Café, Rosa, among many things he told me, I guess things will be coming out at the time, made it clear that at each crossing of our eyes or those thinking of my nights oppressive summer in our city recently finished beach, or when he recalled those moments and movements to undress or dress in the work wear summer days, I felt wet sex and half-open lips.

Rosa had long felt not that feeling, since I left Muriel. There was the odd moment of sexual intimacy with other women, but not wet, it was very difficult, I had to lubricate, which seemed artificial and let it be. He told his companion to leave him, which was the same, and not to disappoint, Rosa began to caress her, masturbating, licking his partner until he reached orgasm, then put an end to those experiences that contributed nothing if not intense frustration, wonder if, perhaps, would be unable to feel desire for another person.

To certify his words, Rose's confession about his delight at seeing me or think of me, I whispered to my right hand down to her thighs. Thighs white, hot, fine.

Rosa was wearing a white blouse embroidered in beige, with a high neck, Mao, closed back, tight over her breasts than transparent nails that held a bra breasts those who want to lose. A blue skirt, short, broad, which is fastened to one side, and with a lateral cut, like a Jipa covered some white thighs, hot, thin

Rosa leaned forward a little something back to me sideways as I said to introduce the hand by his waist downwards.

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Of course, before that Thursday as spring remembered, preceded other days, other equally Thursday to remember and save the album from memory.

As it was yesterday, yesterday and this six years have passed, which is the first Thursday fragrant in my house.

But that was then ... I remember the first time Rosa spoiled my body. The first time, somehow, I was shocked to see Rosa's body tremble, these repeated convulsions of pleasure spasms of a woman who never, until our bodies were delivered, of course had seen or experienced before meeting Rosa, Rosa falling in love, to love.

First were our eyes that were cited without words but with concealed behind the counter trade where both were dealing with hysterical clients, where the two accomplices, we laughed at them and we guiñabamos the eye when they left, after buying something needed at all?. Later came the words, meetings and emails brought coffee and noting the time of our appointment.

We wanted to go knowing, penetrating gaze, the thought of another. Know whether those our sidelong glances when we thought we looked the other does not correspond to a friendship beyond words, or a sexual quirk barely acknowledged by the "wrong", or a woman to woman in love, something that our eyes face to face they could or wanted to hide.

My sexual satisfaction, my tingling in the presence of another woman had experienced since he was young, twenty short years.

I thought it would be temporary, say that I always looked at women over me. When I say top I mean who were older than me or that stand out in any school sports, such as Adriana, a volleyball player three years older than me.

I had as a volleyball player until the twenty-five years, but between Adriana and I only had eyes, curiosity when we tried to match in the locker room to get in the shower together ("all the showers are full, let me in, that I running late? "). But in September 1990 approved the competitive Alberto as a notary (years before had graduated as a journalist and was a stockbroker in his spare time, but family tradition had to be notarized), and there he finished the volleyball and coincidences.

Alberto was a good party, with notice of its own, inherited from his father, the last scion of a family with origins and generations of graduates in law and four years older than me. After several years of dating decided or was decided (here we change it to mark that you do not have anything to do) that by the end of 1990 we married.

Planned, said and done.

That tingling, butterflies fluttering in my speaking of my friends, who had read in Cosmo that I had that happen, not when Albert had never experienced or had me briefly sat on me. True, Alberto, excellent businessman on the other hand, never had sexual fantasies for even the minutes you spent on your pleasure and at the same time seeking to give satisfaction to me.

This was, without Volley, with a job to occupy more time and run away from home, with casual looks to Rose, when I received a brief email, I printed, to be sure not to forget where I said "A 18h in the first floor of the Café de la Tarde "

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While my index moves with ease and absolute dominion, master of my ass about the banana to the clitoris, pressing start to rub slightly, oohh! Sigh of pleasure, after a few minutes decided to continue my way to the wet and eager pussy, further elevate hips, first stroke the slit with the tip of the banana up and down, so for a couple of minutes to wait separated my labia bathed with these latex grateful stick as if to embrace the banana, enter only the tip, my hole is received with great pleasure, I froze. Banana and my index covering my two holes, decide to go forward and gently insert the banana, is slowly making its way through my wet pussy is so wet and banana smeared with so much oil that is introduced with much ease reaching the excited bottom of my vagina, I feel my hot pussy, banana has taken over my mind, has come across a whole and I can not see ... A trickle of saliva trickles from the corner of my lips, keep your finger holding the banana inside me, I do not want to escape, is mine! My pussy is burning, secreting fluids which lubricate my mind, I feel very full, to treat yourself!

I take the basket with cherries, have previously been given a real "oil bath" ... while I open the two-finger ass hole, I begin to introduce the rich, round cherry slowly and with great delicacy, as I introduced the notice as they slide into one, two, three, another, another ... so until I lose the account and no longer fit more, I feel my ass filling, tight, the feeling is strange but the pleasure is indescribable and I could not resist corrosion of taste ....
I remain motionless for several minutes until ... I want more!
I press the cherry ass for that do not move your site while I take another condom, little by little, I'm filling it with the rest of cherries, it costs me the pleasure of my anus ... I can concentrate After a few minutes with fill and tie the opening of the condom, as well with oil ... unto my fevered mind perverse and leads me to open a little on my vulva and doing extensive and hollow next to insert the condom banana cherry filling, slowly, the pleasure is becoming more intense and cherries that are pertuberancias give me a new orgasm.

I'm pretty exhausted but I notice that my garbancito remains firm and very red, is jealous and demands my attention, my holes are complete, I caress with force, the climax is complete, change the movement of fingers across the palm of the hand moving very quickly until I begin to clap clitoris grown strongly, growing faster and stronger, the sound of my clapping splash reverberates throughout the room .... I'm getting to the top, my feet, legs and thighs tremble and my clitoris extremely grateful heart rhythm pulsates until a power up from my gut and I come with great intensity. Slowly my ass and I feel more relaxed as the sweet Cerecita come out one by one from their hiding place.

It's 5 am, I released all my holes, I have dream and the last thing I think is: "if I ever run out of work, will ride a business, a grocery store!"

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I go to the bathroom to find body oil, but I need something more ... I want to feel full, possessed. If nothing else, go straight to the fruit basket and grab a banana, the largest I can find, long, thick and curved, the fridge I take the basket of cherries that I bought yesterday. Back to bed and lie down again but not before a couple of strategically placed pillows to the waist. To stretch out my ass is high which facilitates access to my privileged areas in turn gives me a better view of the pubis and clitoris. Spray with a good amount of oil my sharp and excited nipples, clitoris, vulva and anus. I continue with a slow massage and pleasurable, slowly and without haste, my pleasure in the clitoris, then in the slit, opening and closing the vaginal lips, then in circles around my ass.

I open my legs all I can, thanks to oil my fingers glide very smoothly and easily, without ceasing, to a slow caress the clitoris, it is becoming more excited, swollen and hard, the fingers of your other hand and are inside my vagina, the tip first, then whole and I am very wet. Through the mirror I can see the bright pink slit, stretch labia further opening my cave, through the mirror I can see the deep red color inside. Let rest for a moment the clitoris and on to my ass, but it is well lubricated with a little spray oil, lubricate and then forward to introduce my little finger, ass contracts and will not let me, as if life is very trying to close the barrier to entry, I like resist, I relax the buttocks and pressure but contracts again until ... ooohh! The little finger slowly enters the first centimeters are like a brown wall and closed ... but then .. is already in and I can move slowly without any resistance, the door is now open and ready for my ... I want more ... envestidas fingers into the vagina and pinky in the ass is not enough, while the little change by the index, with the other hand I find the banana before I've washed, and thus still prefer prevent and grab a condom from the nightstand, put it to the banana, I entertain myself playing, I imagine a strong and thick cock while I go down the rubber to cover almost whole is ready! The lubricated with oil so that almost falls out of my hands, umm! is big and hard. I have never understood how women spend so much money on sex shops, you can find in any supermarket fruits and vegetables of any color, shape, size and flavor ... all ready to meet any of our mouths ... .., you can eat each and the any hole, and fit all the options are endless.

The thought ... a man I "wiggle" to force me to move and that makes me feel like a blender .... umm! I get excited just thinking about it

I turn on the bedside light, the dim light can see the reflection of the bed and my body in the mirrors of the closet. It's summer and get used to sleeping alone in her panties. I'm acaricide without premeditation breast, the nipple shows his gratitude and becomes final, the nipple gets hard .... that good feeling. I caress her other breast and the other nipple reacts instantly, but I have small breasts large nipples, areola with a very sexy, and men say to me, they love to suck, nibble, stretch or rub the tip of his cock with them .

With one hand still caressing his chest, the other going down to the belly, not look away from the mirror, I like to watch me stroke my body. The toes of my feet move, an act involuntary reflex, when I feel pleasure to move, separate and together, has always been that way since I masturbated for the first time, would have 12 or 13, the feet have always been a my temperature thermometer more sexual.

I begin to notice a slight tingling and moisture between the legs, I look in the mirror and I see that the panties are just a speck in the center. My hands have gone down to the pubis caressing neatly trimmed hair and sparse, with both hands beginning a massage, up, down, in circles, I play the vulva, but the pubis. Cojo panties and throw them, uploading them to the waist tightly, having little hair, I cut the hair a few days ago panties take the form of the vulva and a slit a few millimeters sinking, I touch, the stain sticky humidity and pleasant, I move the fingers of one hand in circles around the clitoral area, rubbing with pants is soft and very pleasant. I keep rubbing while the other hand moves up and down stroking the vulva and also the narrow cleft of my ass. I'm very excited, with one hand I take off my panties wet, with a separate and tightens the skin that covers my little button, the highlight of this rises prominently. Like nipples, my clit is bigger than usual, the stroke increases considerably in size, is about the size of a pea. It gives me goose bumps and my body hair bristles. The toes to move continuously ...

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4 am, I have insomnia and I keep tossing and turning in bed. The book I read last night I Temin has revealed. I reflect on the fragility of human beings, especially females, we probably mentally stronger than men but the differences are physically unattainable. Posts to seek advantages, this physical frailty in comparison with them has a few positive readings. Mentally, women are much more intuitive and sensitive. Physical sensitivity also gives us our body is superior to theirs. We have the ability and the ability to enjoy sexual pleasures more than any man, of course, provided one is let go and everything I do is out of conviction and not because the force, although the famous "relax and enjoy ... "is the order of the day and too many women voluntarily apply it and make no mistake, we are many to whom we like to play to feel forced by dance partner ... We are also quite contradictory, we like a partner who is for us that is funny, kind, attentive, friendly, courteous, delicate, sensitive in bed, etc, etc, the contradiction? We often like to be cool, believed, bad, sexually aggressive, is this a sexual fantasy? Maybe, like the saying that men who visit brothels is because they want what his wife did not do, perhaps we also women affairs with men like us that our husbands do not make us or maybe you do not let us do? If more intimate communication and less "forbidden games" or less dream and more enjoyable, secure that couples would last much longer. A

I like slow, slowly, moving up the pace gradually until the climax, the final sprint .... But I also like to dominate me and treat me like a top, feel sexual object? Yes and vice versa, I also like that man can be my object and do with it what I want, and that basically we are not so different and all, we and they would like the same, the question is how to get the objective? here are a few differences but the ultimate goal, the precious treasure is always the same.

I found a little girl vulva, much smaller than mine, almost prepubescent, soft, very soft, virginal white and wet as the snow melts in the midday sun.

My fingers glided over her skin, covering the folds, so like mine and yet so different. The felt like more closed, more hidden, more mysterious than me. Sometimes my fingers went out and played with his curls wet look back to the valley between her thighs, sliding up to find his key, almost imperceptibly at first, but a bump in its folds.

I wanted to get to his cave giving many, many turns, slowly, making sighing, making supplication, letting his head get lost in the frenzied madness of that night.

My two fingers down her belly again, eager to reach the key, notice how swell and change color to an intense pink, how he left his musky flowers as grew and expanded, causing him to open the legs, which his body was to meet my hand. My fingers had already taken hold in your key, playing with it, in beats, in circles that fit the curves of her pelvis, pressing to her when she came into my fingers, loosening when she left, conforming to the rhythm deep of your body.

And there it was, covered with syrup, dripping like a waterfall that plunges into the sea of ​​soft cave, leading to sink my fingers deep into her while hugging her thighs on my hand, straining to penetrate more in it, accompanying his hand to mine, forcing me to enter more, where he liked to play it more. I felt my fingers in the folds inside your body, the magic point protruding more than mine, expanding, growing, as she moved further and faster, filling my hands with your honey salt and fragrant.

Moving it, moving my hand to the rhythm of her pleasure, using me to get her pleasure, until at last I felt that your kundalini is unlocked, that its waves were more and more often, their moans thundered the moon, shy, hid behind the dark clouds and threatening rain, salt.

I kissed her clit, almost touching her and felt her heart beat there finally had finally arrived.

For I am supercansada in the end stayed with Laura yesterday, thankfully, that I was leaving me!.

We were in his car to dinner and we had a bottle of wine between the two, so we were more than contentillas to get out. In the car we started talking about as usual, that does not enjoy because he never relaxes, so I thought: yes you relax me, I can not get a woman pregnant.

So back home, between laughter and laughter, I said, "Why not stop the car here, next to the sea and see the sights? The sea is beautiful with the waves crashing on the rocks. ".

We stopped the car in the parking lot of a park by the sea and we are talking about their lack of orgasms with her boyfriend could not, he worried that the condom breaks, that will run one day before inserting it into that she was completely motorized and out of bed after having been with the much hotter than before it was gone. That was two days had passed the afternoon together, and since then felt completely frustrated, and began to mourn. I leaned toward her, hugged her and was kissing her little neck.

I was nervous and said, "what do you do?"
I say "nothing, relax, I'm not going to do anything that you do not want"

Then she started to hug me, touch my breasts, although occasionally kept dry and I took his hands and I put up my breasts, over clothes, until I started to unbutton the buttons the blouse she realized as she hugged and stuck to it, and stroked her back, I drove her hands to my breasts, sliding below the pinch

She does not say anything, and I just did not speak to him, just stroking, back, neck and went down to her breasts, until I noticed how to brush her pert nipples over their clothes .. but did not depart, rather leaned toward me. I ran my hand gently under his shirt, he coined the breasts larger and heavier than mine, while the finger was rubbing her nipple, feeling grew. It was she who pushed her bra and shirt up, leaving her breasts exposed. There was no light, but imagine her pink nipples, like mine, and I said, your breasts are bigger than mine. - No!. - That if I got in front of her nipples with nipple, moving the two could not stop, rozandonos, feeling.

One of the two, not who got back, I got over it, our legs intertwined, had soaked underwear and I began to wonder if it would pass, but only felt her breasts in mine, could not really think about anything.

Imagine the picture. The cars were next door and the windows fogged with our car and went by the way, his breathing became increasingly more intense. I tried my hand down below your navel, to reach their "Cerecita" but she stopped me with his hands. And the waistband of his pants did not help. As you can guess I was really wet, really excited.

I kissed her breasts, felt her body arched and she played with her nipples strawberries she stifled a sigh and his body tensed for a moment. I unbuttoned his pants while he, reaching the waistband of her panties, and continuing my research below, making my way through the hair until you find

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I was carried away on waves Amanda's legs pressing mine, but I felt while I missed the strength of a penis there, showing his power, showing his desire.

He could not understand why the tactic was the absence of Javier, if you get excited to see two women together, for me to try the softness of a woman's body, touching of breasts that were not my breasts, or, what amounted to imagine is that my masseuse, who was in a corner of the mat, giving us back, it was reassuring to his nature not to break out in a pearly rain on my body burning.

I think I had not bothered to feel his warm tribute spilling on my skin.

Decided that enough was enough, he could not prolong my agony over Javier rejoins my body, calmer, more relaxed and as Javier, concentrated, now kneeling next to me, his fingers lost in my center, moving in a slurry moist, undulating, open, tighten, loosen, absolve, dissolve all my feelings, my thoughts vanish, I make it flow like a river, make me feel female, try to connect to your pace, distantly hear your gasps, your teen cries while I link it with your hand to mine, your face would look on pleasure, your eyes closed that no one distract you, your buttocks that stand in for Amanda's hand, pleasure at this point you are getting your hands covered oil, see the crescendo of your moans until your sex drives his seed pearl shining on your chest and hands amanda, exploding in a few drops of milk excite me as completely lose track of time and space and dance to my hips are they marked the air drunk lust.

I only hear, while your fingers recovered in my hand, you have not yet awakened, you are there, in your particular dream, but I still have not reached nirvana ... in a way, your pleasure authorizes mine.

And my body responds to fingers Javier, opens to let them penetrate more, open looking for something more consistent than fingers, wait a dagger that penetrates a column of fire that key on the mat, a sudden shock male pelvis, which vibrates my femininity. But I must content myself with my fingers, I let go, accept his touch, I feel in my heart grows warm the ball to be expanding ... I open my legs, I climb the knees as far as I can, come, please come, hear me scream I need you inside me ... but Xavier knows it is not possible. Looking desperate his cock under the slip, is back full-fledged, full, but he knows, and I can not be. My hips move into flooded hand, my hand comes away his slip to display throughout their masculinity, but I fail, I will not distract me, I'm open to his touch, the ball of gold of pleasure runs through my body , up to the breasts, bursts into scrolls, cry more, do not stop, stronger, a new sun is in my heart that burns me, coming out of my body for sex, for the breasts, lungs, I breath away, my legs are closed Javier imprisoning fingers inside me, he insists, feel I could go on indefinitely, but I will not go, I prefer to stay with the need to feel the sex of a man inside me to feel his . I stood, I see your hand in mine even linked, I feel the fingers of my sex Javier leaving puddles.

I look at you, opening your eyes and smiled, you smiled at me and also while I see your sex, relaxed, satisfied, so vulnerable at this time, so far a few minutes ago, when I wished that piercing ... breathe deeply pleased to have been there every second of that bitterly cold winter morning, full of sensuality and lusty sex between a man and a woman deeply embedded and two caring strangers.

Look at me, I pray, hug me, tell me, would be here with you all day in this garden of five senses open to each stimulus, each full smile, sincere, tender.

We hugged, while Amanda and Javier discreetly leave the room

We smile

We go back to being ourselves.