Primrose (true)

I'm sorry, but I'm not sure. What I'm going to tell you is a real fact, it really happened. Well my name is michel moro in RJ, I'm 20 years old, brown hair, light brown eyes 1.82m 80k, Pratico sports since I was 11 years old. It all started when I was 8 years old when I was 12 years old. At the time I lived with my grandmother and my aunt .my parents had traveled to Goyana, to open a branch of their beauty salon. I have a cousin that I will call Camila (she was 18 years old). She was 1.68 tall (I think) should be about 59 kg, brown hair wavy up to the shoulders, tan skin, and medium breasts ... hard! She was beautiful. She had no advantages, she was in a delightful harmony. She lived in Recife, and when I had to visit my family (we brought her back there!), everything was brought to the river. I had also gone, it was carnival time and spent most of the time with her. So much so that I was dying of jealousy of the cute girls she was with, but never admitted it. She was fucked. Here on the river she began to finish second grade. I would go to the beach in the morning to try surfing (it wasn't so bad, but with time I got better), and then I would go to school. At 15:00 I would train taekwondo (which for many years I practiced, participating in many capeonatos and presentations. black belt at 17 years old. Being <unk>bi<unk> Brazilian champion, and 4 times carioca champion). My cousin and I were very close, with a certain frequency we slept together, since we shared the same room. She embraced me as if I was her aunt's <unk>bi<unk> fur coat. And I could never get used to changing my clothes in front of me anymore, and I didn't even have to take off my shoes anymore, and it was difficult for me, without wanting to. One day, I had arrived sweating from training, I went into the room, and left throwing my backpack on the bed. It was raining and my tennis was dirty all over the floor. Camila was in the kitchen and my grandmother told me to take a bath, and I didn't want to go, I don't remember why. Until Camila managed to convince me, I told myself to go quickly because she had to leave. And I went, while she was going to get my towel. I went in, throwing my clothes around, and went under the shower. Camila immediately went into the bathroom and closed the door, while I soaped myself and sang some songs. From the half-transparent curtain, which separated the box from the vase, I could see her lower the tactel blind she was wearing and sit on the pot. - I was crazy to pee . - She said . - Just won't shit with me in here! - I said and laughed, and so did she. "Go now, for those who didn't want to take a bath, it's taking a long time", she said, and when I looked, she was sitting on the pot scraping the pot with a razor. I said that to buy some time, to look at it a bit more, until she got up, took off her blouse, opened the curtain and came in naked. - I'm in a hurry. - Yes, it's quick. - He spoke and then he left. First time I've ever showered with a woman, and first time I've ever had a crush on her, seeing that wet, pinched little bundle almost leaning on my dick (if it did I think I'd have made fun of it at the time). Until the unexpected happened. I kept pretending that I was taking a shower, when she lowered her trunk to soap her legs, making her spiky little bundle lean against my dick, it was a nice lean. Her ass slipped on my dick, making her head come out all over. Oh, my dick almost turned upside down so hard (I didn't laugh, more for those who only watched dirty movies, and punched a few punches, that was mind-blowing). She noticed it and soon recovered herself, not half as gracefully, letting the shower water finish the service. She finished the shower and walked out of the booth, leaving me in the shower, down and with the stiff stick in her hand. - Can I wipe with your towel? I forgot mine. - She spoke and I turned off the shower responding in time. - I won't! - Pow... am I gonna have to walk all wet to the room? - so I first - reached for the towel trying to hide my dick with the other hand. - so let me help you, it'll go faster - That... was... fuck! I was dying of heat, trying to control me, and she wanted to wipe me (she laughed again). Without giving me a chance to say anything, she was already passing the towel on my face, going down my arms, chest and belly. She did this by bending down until she had one of her knees on the floor. My stick was right in the direction of her face, I didn't even care to hide anymore. You want to pee? " she said, passing the towel with one hand in my bag, and the other holding the handkerchief. At that moment when she held it, I couldn't stand it. I enjoyed the moment, right on her cheek. Making the fuck run down to her mouth. - Fucking Michelle... - I said with a fright. - It was... it was bad... I couldn't take it <unk> I spoke half stuttering, and wanting to laugh! - Let me clean myself... if you change the la in the room <unk> For me it was like an order, I kicked my chort and comes out like an arrow from the toilet. It was like one of those movie jokes. I was embarrassed at the time, but it was polite. The days went on as usual. She didn't mention the bathroom, and I certainly didn't. It was as if nothing had happened. But I didn't forget. I punched a lot! I enjoyed a beating of her panties. Five days after the "bathroom" episode, I had a birthday, and I remember that our relationship went on as usual. No more bathing together. I was sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV, me, my aunt, and Camila. There were only three of us at home. We were watching a rented movie, a boring fucking movie... and a long one. I took the last sip of the soda I was drinking, and went to sleep in her room. My aunt went to the bathroom and went to her room too. Only Camila had enjoyed that shit, even though it was almost collapsing too. I woke up at dawn almost pissing on the causes, I flew to the bathroom. When I came out, I saw that the room was still lit up, there was no way I was still watching that movie. I thought about going to sleep, but something made me go there... The TV screen was blue, and Camila was sleeping on the couch. She was in brushes, with her head resting on a pillow, and her face turned to the TV. Her hair was tied in "horsehair". She wore a white sweater (a dress that went up to four fingers above the knee), one leg was stretched out, while the other was folded, making the foot touch the carpet on the floor. That made my mind plot a plan... and my lower head woke up. I turned off the TV, and went to my aunt's room to see if the bar was clean. She was sleeping like a rock, she wasn't going to wake up so early. I came into the room and turned on the lampshade (it couldn't have been much light), I positioned it on the opposite side of her face so as not to risk waking her up. There was total silence, and I stood there admiring those curves. I got close, and I started to slide my hand over her leg, until I lightly touched her little butt (hehehe). I lifted the sweater very slowly, making the butt that had made me crazy in the bathroom show. Her panties were white, and one side was tucked into her butt. I tried to move my little finger to the side, which I did with ease. From seeing the perfectly smooth little finger she had never done, she had eaten the corners... until I saw the middle finger, and it was easy to see the middle finger. It looked like my dick was going to go through my shorts, and she didn't show any reaction. I didn't resist and started licking that little girl, I could take the biggest spike of my life if she woke up, but it would be worth it. She was licking calmly, making her tongue slide down the clitoris all the way to the butt. I forced my finger, and although it was tight, it went easily into the <unk>lolo<unk>, making her little bundle stand up at the time ... against my finger. I got scared ... and almost froze right away. "Are you crazy?" she whispered, so as not to make noise. I was talking a little awkwardly, waiting for someone outside, until she took off her panties and turned around, facing me, legs wide open. - Go on... - I said after a long sigh. I fell on my face like a desperate man, I was sucking, I was sucking, and she was pressing my mouth against her cane, projecting her hip forward as she held my head in her hand, and she was making fun of my mouth, leaving my face all smeared with that sticky liquid. I laid on the carpet in the living room as she had ordered, lowering my shorts to my knee, making my dick jump out. She climbed on top of me with my legs open, directing my dick to her bundle, forcing the passage in her ass as she sat. It was very tight meism ... but soon everything went in with her rolling in it (this movement facilitated the things in this region). Starting to slow down, then going up and down, as if she were riding. And finally, forcing the hip forward and back. Then gradually slowing down the speed while groaning under my ear, and frantically raising her hand with the xanax. At certain times she pressed her dick against my anus, as she did with my finger (which gave a nice feeling), which I never held until today ... and I enjoyed it and gave a nice smell ... and I had not forgotten how good it was before ... until today. We stayed there for a few more minutes and then we went to the bedroom. We slept in my bed, and that was until I was 16, when she went to live in São Paulo (and still lives today) with the father of her son. That story is true, and I'll be happy to answer any e-mails you send me. ♪ I'm the one who's got it all ♪