My friend 's sister

The Friend's sister The week after I moved in with a friend after my first separation, we arranged to meet his mother and sisters, who lived in another city. We arrived early in the evening and the reception was fantastic. - So you and the famous Mr. R... - Not as famous as... My son talks about you a lot and I have to thank you for what you've done for him, the help you're giving... He's a great kid owner... a great friend... The guy's mother was skinny, divorced and living with a boy half her age. There comes the sister... tall, honey-colored eyes, dark hair and long a made woman (had completed eighteen that week). She stood for a long time in front of me without saying anything, just looking. I confess that I was impressed and with a hard stick (a fact that was noticed by everyone present). The night came and everyone was settled in their respective beds, and I was in the living room on the couch, and it was barely midnight, and someone touched me... - I came to sleep with you... May I? - Hey, don't you think it's a little too dangerous? - I already talked to my mom... What did you tell your mother? That I want you...I'll leave with you I barely know her and you've been drinking? I'm a woman too. Your brother's gonna be pissed at me. I was in love with you before I even met him. You are a family of crazy, as far as I know, your father came home one day and communicated that he had two news: the first is that he had left work and the second is that he was going away with another because she was pregnant with his child. Your mother finds a guy half her age in a city that is a chicken ass and on top of that he is her employee, to the horror of the city. Your brother is tied to a crazy actress and has a son still in his teens, without a job or profession, spends all day writing poetry for a woman who is not even there with him. Now you appear out of nowhere saying that you will be my wife? I have twice your age. You live in my father's house, you're going to forbid me? I'll talk to your brother and your mother tomorrow. And who said I could sleep with that goddess clutching me, kissing me all night... The next day, I was on my own, even though nothing had happened except for the kisses. The day passed quietly and in the late afternoon the girl 's mother approached talking: - Come here, sit next to me... - Of course, it's my pleasure... - Well, Mr. R. You're a man of such... any woman would love to be by your side like I am right now... you understand me... - Yeah, I was just... - But I have to think of my daughter's happiness... - What do you mean? I've decided to give my daughter to Mr... you'll take good care of her, won't you? - The lady is joking... I want my daughter to have her first experience with a man she likes and who's mature enough to initiate her properly... You're saying that you want me to climb on your daughter and that she's still a virgin and that you've both decided that I'm the man for the job? - That's right, Mr R. We stopped talking for a while. I actually thought it was all a joke. At the end of the day, ready to go home, who shows up with a suitcase in his hand? - Are we going? - How are we doing? - Didn't I say I'd go with you? You guys are kidding, right? - We are not, Mr. R. - But I can't take her... - He can. - I can't not... (my friend kept his distance and stayed out of the story). - Are you telling me you don't want my daughter? - I'm with you. - But what's wrong with her? - No, not at all. I'm giving my daughter to you and you don't want her as a gift? - It's not that I don't want to... she's beautiful, but it's a lot of responsibility... - She's going, I'm entrusting you with my girl. When you arrive, talk to her father because I've already called him and explained the case. Well, without further ado, here comes the wonderful glue. The week went by like this: the girl slept in my bed and I resisted... Until he literally fucked... One very quiet night, she opened her little mouth that still smelled like a little girl's pussy and summoned me -Eat... and I sat there eating and eating that delicacy... it was hard to put my head... and she kissing, glued to my mouth... I went to put the bag against her hard bundle; I didn't endure and filled the fucking bag... but, I discovered something that she had hidden from everyone: she was not a virgin... Meanwhile, she kept kissing me and smoothing my dick and... I made fun of her again, but this time outside, in her little grill so that she'd be massaging the grill with my fucking dick and having a nice, quiet time... - Everybody wanted me to eat it, didn't they? The next day, the girl's father invites me to lunch... just me and him... - Mr. R., you know why we're here, don't you? - I know, I know. - What do you have to say? Look, Mr. B, your daughter is in love with an older man, and we know that you've left a big problem, let's say, in her head that only you can solve, because I found out what happened to the little girl, but she's dying here. - You're right, Mr. R... you're right... but what happened to you? -Nothing you haven't already done with your own daughter, haven't you, Mr. B? -Of course I understood the story... she comes with me, stays with me, in his house, with his new wife, his son and everything ends well as the figurine commands... I appeared as salvation of the problem that you created... and with the advantage that the girl will be, let's say, well your hand. - You are a clever man, Mr. R. Don't worry, Mr. B. I'm leaving today, and your secret is safe, so for all intents and purposes, you can always say that I broke that girl's skull, so you're clean, and I'll take it. -Thank you, Mr. R. I am truly sorry and I will make up for the mistake I made with my daughter... by the way, I brought here an object that I want to give you as a gift. The guy pulled out a Walter PPK, the kind I'd seen in James Bond hands. I brought it to use, but I saw that there is not the slightest need, since you are a man who really has butts ... since you're going to change, do me one last favor: take my daughter with you. So I changed, but, the son friend and the daughter came together. Moral of the matter . Immoral: If it's for the good of everyone and the general happiness of the family...