The queen of dreams
The catcher of dreams
I had been married for twelve years, and my wife's younger brother was about to be five with Rosane, whom the family affectionately calls "Daddy". At seventeen she got pregnant but it is understandable that this little hottie hastened things up because she is an irresistibly beautiful light-skinned brunette with big breasts, curly thighs, a tall stiff bundle of hair, a lovely smile - at last some grace. I have a house on the northern coast of São Paulo and about two years ago, leaving my wife and daughter there for one summer season. I was going back to work in Sao Paulo returning at weekends. The following Monday Friday, my wife called me asking if she could "please" come over to Rosane's place because she wanted to spend next week on the beach with her son, and that she would take advantage of my ride as her husband -my brother-in-law -for reasons of business couldn't accompany her. I waited eagerly for the time to pick her up, and at the end of the afternoon on the appointed hour, I was standing outside her house in an eastern neighborhood. Dad had a not very short striped mini-scooter and greeted me with a smile. I helped him put his luggage into the car, accommodated my son today in the back seat, and we left knowing that it would take some time because the Tamoi Highway is always congested, even more so on a Friday during school holidays. On the way, we talked a lot while looking several times at his legs, and she noticed that he understood my looks. At a certain point she began to talk about an event that would have occurred with her and her husband on the south coast, when they had gone to her brother-in-law's apartment for a few days. She told me that she thought this should be <unk>gilete<unk> because she realized one night while sleeping that he boiled her but strangely enough also his wife (my sister in law) who was asleep next to him. He said my brother in law understood it but felt better not to say anything and pretended to continue sleeping. I amended the erotic matter by saying that it was understandable for even a bichach to relapse because of her, as she had very difficulty resisting his charms. She opened up an imbecilic smile, especially when I asked what clothes she slept in, and she said she wore only a well-mannered set of underwear and bra. My godson's comforter on the back seat would stubbornly refuse to sleep, although she says he always sleeps easily whenever he drove around in a car. I stopped at a gas station on the Workers' Highway, bought some water and persuaded the boy to drink one of those ready-made passion fruit juices that are known as holy sleeping pills. There was no more after about ten minutes he slept in the back seat of his car Rosane lowered her chair like she would take a nap too but I warned her of the danger if she fell asleep She wanted to know why, and I explained that when travelling with my wife I have the habit of resting my right hand on her legs, and if I disconnected myself a little something similar could instinctively happen to her by my side. She laughed very much and said she knew I was a serious man who behaved well but <unk> erotic climate in air <unk> it seems like deliberately within less than two minutes she had fallen asleep (!?). Road ahead at a curve I risked touching her leg lightly, and noticed a slight reaction. I thought that she would open her eyes and reproach me, but no...she continued with closed eyes, opened her legs a little more, gave a slight sigh and let the head fall down to my side. After some minutes, I dared again, now resting my right hand on her leg and remaining there. She did not wake up. I raised my hand a bit, and she swam ...I climbed centimeter by centimeter until I bumped into the bar of her skirt, already less than ten centimeters from his sketchbook. She moved a little, opening her legs even wider...I couldn't resist.... I was sure she was awake and enjoying every bit of my audacity. When my hand rested in the gap between her legs, I had the great surprise and certainty that she as much as me yearned for this adventure. I put my middle finger in her groin, and gently began to rub against her clitoris which, as I noticed, was hard. Her mouthpiece was soaking wet, and when I scrubbed it down she slid smoothly into the vaginal canal. I continued now with more fingers waving at Rosane who breathed increasingly heavily but did not open her eyes. I unzipped my pants and pulled out the pocket while Tata kept pretending to sleep. Delicately I placed my hand on her shoulder and made her lie on mine. I put my hand behind her back and began to smooth her ass, digging my fingers deeper into her pussy, intensifying the mischief. Her face was leaning against my cock, and all I know is that at one point I noticed she licked it. We didn't dare look at each other, so things went on like this: She threw my whole stick in her mouth and started going back and forth, and I had a crazy feeling as if I were eating her little butt; I stood in the right lane, driving slowly and so enjoyed those crazy moments of desire until at a certain point on the entrance I observed a guard. Instinctively I took my foot off the accelerator and the car swayed slightly, whereupon the guard immediately told me to pull over. I was almost having fun with her too, but I said: "Get up now...look at the guard!" As soon as I looked into her eyes I realized that there she had an orgasm castrated just like myself. She had this languid whispering look simultaneously, as if excommunicating the guard. I put a towel on her lap, she cleaned herself up at the bank and handed my papers over to the guard who in order released me. We couldn't pretend like nothing had happened anymore so I told her that it was better for us to make an agreement which meant we would be together as a couple during this trip. She laughed out loud then I said from now on you will do whatever I say She asked what the first order was, and I told her to lift up all of her skirt, lean back against the car door on the side where she sat, spread her legs wide open towards me, and masturbate. I told her to take off the blouse...she leaned down on the bench, throwing her right leg over my lap and with her right foot started massaging my pussy. She lifted up her blouse letting me see her beautiful pair of breasts. My fingers began entering and exiting that little booth quickly and it was virtual she would soon mock it. She started moving her hips by tossing her bouquet more and more towards my fingers, trembled, started mocking and shouting loudly <unk>tô mocking!....too mocking!!..<unk>. My stepson who had been sleeping until then woke up from his mother's screams and scared he started crying. I didn't know what she was doing...I threw the towel in my lap again, hiding her cock. She knelt down on the bench and went to pay attention to the little boy, passing her hands over his face, only forgetting that her skirt was at her waist. Her butt faced the front glass, and I did not resist. While she took care of the child I grabbed it and nailed my fingers back into its mouthpiece, this time from behind. She tucked her trunk into the gap between the benches and stood there, half body backwards, talking to her son and enjoying my rolling around with her butt sideways towards me and I couldn't do anything else....!!!???I thought for a while then took advantage of an opening in the roadway and maneuvered the car down the opposite direction.There was no traffic going that way so as soon as I found an exit I went out onto the curb and entered a small dirt street. She continued with the trunk turned backwards, in the gap between the benches, talking to the boy and begging him to go back to sleep until I was able to put my legs on one side of her, stand upright as she did and shove it into his little bundle. My God! She made a leap and shouted slightly, then corrected this by some random phrase that he addressed to her son. I held her tight at the hip and nailed the pocket again onto what had already become quite wide through my fingers. Her eyes burst out tears but apparently like me she didn't want to miss that moment of magic and excitement. I started pumping her ass and realized that it shouldn't be the first time she made an "entry" out of her anal. She began to roll over and throw her butt towards my cock, with increasing force. My stepson was lying in the back seat receiving hand caresses from his mother while I stuck my dick into him. At a certain point the stick slipped away and I took advantage to sneak further and managed to pin the dick on her pussy still behind. I just walked in and felt this crazy heat, and she rolled a little bit more so that I started to laugh, and at the same time she was joking wildly and shouting for me not to joke inside. It didn't work out...I filled up that beautiful pot of shit making it into a bar of soap ...Our fluids left us all drenched and wet, and that scene is indelibly marked on my mind. We recovered ourselves and manoeuvred the car again taking the congested coastal road, and I went all the way back to Caragua with my hand on that soft, licked-up piece. She sat practically in the void between benches, and all that time she was punching me. I enjoyed her hand once again, and it proved to be an orgasm factory, having been mocked at least a couple more times with my fingers stuck into her cheekbones. After finishing the saw we stopped at another gas station because my pants were all spotty, her skirt was soaking wet and the passenger seat was drenched. I took the handkerchief, washed it and rubbed on her bench with an interior deodorant to get rid of the fucking smell. When we arrived at my house, my wife came to greet us effusively and <unk> that night <unk> she was surprised by the fact that after a week without seeing her, I had no desire for sex. I spent the weekend with them and returned to São Paulo on Monday convinced that this has been the most exciting trip in my life. Grande Rosane!!!
Count three.
A drunken woman has no owner.
What I'm about to tell you happened less than two months ago, and it may be changing my life forever. Well...I live in a beautiful big country house in an enclosed condominium on the outskirts of São Paulo city, where many friends and relatives often stay overnight because we have a large guest room. My youngest brother-in-law is married to a pretty girl who looks like a light brown woman with a wonderful body. Her legs are turned upside down, her breasts full, she has a lovely face and charming smile. About seven months ago, their second child was born, a beautiful girl who still breastfed. Ane, my sister-in-law, with the nursing became more full of boobs and paraded her sensuality through my house leaving me as usual crazy from an erection repressed by the fact that my wife is very jealous and does not give me respite. I would like to be Alais Delon she thinks I am !!! But continuing on this weekend, I invited relatives and friends for a night called "cholesterol night" because we were only going to make fries accompanied by salads. It was a success, even for the exotic night. My brother-in-law, husband of Ane had anticipated that I would not let him stay at home because he had an appointment early the next day in São Paulo but as usual and with my encouragement drank too much mixing beer whiskey shots vodka cachaça finally <unk>melê which could only make him feel bad it was about 23 hours when my younger son went to sleep drunk party ended we were watching television with other brothers-in law and nephews who gradually fell asleep they retreated into bed My wife, who also drank heavily and had a habit of going to bed early, went to sleep as did my 15-year-old daughter. Ane sat watching TV with me and her eldest son, who slept on her lap. She wore tight trousers that showed the contours and highlights of his tall face when she was seated. I stood there like a cat's tail, one eye in front of the other looking at the television disguising my horny side. She got up just in time, took the boy into her arms, said good night and told him she would go to sleep. I told her that I would stay a little longer, because at three in the morning there was going to be a very good movie on pay-TV and if she were awake and wanted to see it, it might have been worthwhile. It may seem like an average song but I had to take advantage of the situation. She left without saying anything and went down to "hospedaria". Lying on the couch and watching the program with the faint hope that she'd come back. But did not believe much no. The film ended what I was looking for, so I called up Sexy Hot 80, channel 80 and watched some Brazilian filthy shit. I had a kitten being dragged by a stallion who looked very much like Ane. I was watching the mischief, massaging my dick underneath his heel when I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. It was Anne!!!: "Was that the movie you invited me to see?" <unk> I got confused. I didn't know what I was doing. I sat down on the sofa and apologized because she seemed serious and unhappy with the situation. I held her back, switched channels and asked her to stay as it wasn't an invitation for lying. I put it on the AXN channel, and told her that I was just doing an hour until the movie started watching "sexy hot". Asked about her husband and children and she said they were all sleeping and drunk. She got up and said she would go to bed as well. Then I played my last card...I asked if he could keep a secret and kill one of my desires, at which point she looked at me in horror. Told her to calm down that this wasn't anything special, and that the only thing I wanted is for him to think my request inappropriate so that she kept his secret. I asked her if she was still breastfeeding, to which she replied in the affirmative. She told me that I had a fantasy since my daughter's first day of life about tasting mother's milk but that my wife never let go of it. She looked at me incredulously and I said that she could take out the milk from some private place, put it into a glass, which I just wanted to try. She didn't know what to say...She kept looking at me but maybe even to reciprocate for my hospitality she said: "Wait a bit". I went to the kitchen and watched as she walked with a glass in her hand towards the sink. Minutes (which seemed like hours) later, she came back with two fingers of milk in the cup. Then I noticed that she was wearing a transparent sweater, and it gave <unk> against the TV light <unk> perfectly to see the outline of her body, her bra and tiny panties. She sat down on the couch and passed me the glass. I started drinking the milk which <unk> I already knew <unk> is damn bad stuff. But I pretended ... if you said delicious, warm, anyway, took some minutes <unk> tasting that little milk, and just looking at her. After finishing the glass, I told her that children were lucky because they could enjoy milk from "the fountain" and it should be much better. She laughed and said that I was a tremendous stick figure and she knew very well what I wanted, which wasn't today. I confessed to her always asking secretly my passion for her but always reiterating that this habit of taking breastmilk was serious. I asked her to let me try it from the fountain, and she spoke without much conviction that I was crazy, someone could come in, if her husband heard what he would kill me, things like that. I understood there wasn't any rejection on her part but of the circumstance. I sat down next to her and said it will only be a few seconds and no one wakes up quietly which gives us time for recovering. So I reached my hand towards her breasts, lowered the sleeve of her shirt, lifted her bra and started sucking at her right boob. Soon that bitter taste of mother's milk began to come, but I kept sucking it in and out. My tongue went through the halo and her nipples grew ever harder. She opened up her arms so she could breastfeed more easily, and as she was nursing I started holding on to her bosom while she moaned. I put my hand down by her belly button and slid downhill until I reached the hemline which I also raised slowly with my fingers now rubbing against her skin and climbed its little bit. When I got there, she mentioned talking about something so I took her mouth off of her breasts and shut it up with a crazy long kiss and tongue. She tried to fight back but I forced the bar and pulled away her panties and reached for her clitoris and started massaging him. Her little face was wet which showed that this wasn't just me getting horny rubbed my fingers through her crack while still suffocating her with my kisses at one point I pushed hard on that tiny pantie which snapped sideways pull out my stick grabbed her right hand and made her hold onto it She took her hand off, and then I was like a kid! I looked at her seriously and slapped her on the head, and told her that now she would continue to play for better or worse. Strangely enough, it seemed as if she liked this slap because she stood there with sawed-off teeth staring into my eyes, raising her chin as though challenging me to keep slapping her. I didn't beg, I slapped her on the legs that left my five-finger mark...she continued to defy me...I pulled down and over the leather carpet lifted up her sweater even more, put my dick in the entrance of her little face and nailed it to its mast. It was pure hardness! She did not give thirty seconds of climbing and she started talking <unk>no stop.... no stop..... will have fun ! ..... laughing at your cock, you son ... I turned her upside down, lifted her ass towards me and put my hand through the crack draining fluids into her arse. She screamed a cry that no one knew how to wake up from. Put my hand in her mouth, threw myself on top of her and began frantically pumping out this rebar every time she mentioned complaint i slapped her butt and thighs when it was about to be funny i pulled the stick right at the entrance clogging the hole and sliding the dick back into its little bundle I turned her over again, and made her suck the cock that was already softening but recovered like a bolt of lightning upon contact with this mouth. I squeezed her breasts tightly to injure herself, and each clenching splashed warm milk on my chest, provoking a sarcastic smile in Anne's lips. A noise came out, and it was as if we were trying to get up from the floor, slipping, gathering ourselves together until at the foot of the stairs we saw the figure of a little niece, pacifier in our mouth, rubbing her sleepy eyes, saying she was afraid and had dreamed about the parakeet. She took the little girl in her arms and went into the kitchen to give a sugar water for the child, and I walked behind with my finger stuck on his ass all lubricated by my cock. Ane put the girl sitting down on the rock and stood facing towards it while I <unk> crazy about dangerous situations <unk> from behind pretending concern, nailed back the stick in its butt, making it be thrown over the girl who obviously only saw what was happening above, and so alternating between sticks and crack we arrived at an insane new orgasm. She went down to the room with her legs twitching and trembling, holding her niece in her arms. The next day she put on a pair of brimmed trousers and closed blouse despite the scorching sun so as not to show any signs of darkness and left early before lunchtime, my brother-in-law's little horn ringing out thanks for his hospitality. Always come back Anne!
I had been married for twelve years, and my wife's younger brother was about to be five with Rosane, whom the family affectionately calls "Daddy". At seventeen she got pregnant but it is understandable that this little hottie hastened things up because she is an irresistibly beautiful light-skinned brunette with big breasts, curly thighs, a tall stiff bundle of hair, a lovely smile - at last some grace. I have a house on the northern coast of São Paulo and about two years ago, leaving my wife and daughter there for one summer season. I was going back to work in Sao Paulo returning at weekends. The following Monday Friday, my wife called me asking if she could "please" come over to Rosane's place because she wanted to spend next week on the beach with her son, and that she would take advantage of my ride as her husband -my brother-in-law -for reasons of business couldn't accompany her. I waited eagerly for the time to pick her up, and at the end of the afternoon on the appointed hour, I was standing outside her house in an eastern neighborhood. Dad had a not very short striped mini-scooter and greeted me with a smile. I helped him put his luggage into the car, accommodated my son today in the back seat, and we left knowing that it would take some time because the Tamoi Highway is always congested, even more so on a Friday during school holidays. On the way, we talked a lot while looking several times at his legs, and she noticed that he understood my looks. At a certain point she began to talk about an event that would have occurred with her and her husband on the south coast, when they had gone to her brother-in-law's apartment for a few days. She told me that she thought this should be <unk>gilete<unk> because she realized one night while sleeping that he boiled her but strangely enough also his wife (my sister in law) who was asleep next to him. He said my brother in law understood it but felt better not to say anything and pretended to continue sleeping. I amended the erotic matter by saying that it was understandable for even a bichach to relapse because of her, as she had very difficulty resisting his charms. She opened up an imbecilic smile, especially when I asked what clothes she slept in, and she said she wore only a well-mannered set of underwear and bra. My godson's comforter on the back seat would stubbornly refuse to sleep, although she says he always sleeps easily whenever he drove around in a car. I stopped at a gas station on the Workers' Highway, bought some water and persuaded the boy to drink one of those ready-made passion fruit juices that are known as holy sleeping pills. There was no more after about ten minutes he slept in the back seat of his car Rosane lowered her chair like she would take a nap too but I warned her of the danger if she fell asleep She wanted to know why, and I explained that when travelling with my wife I have the habit of resting my right hand on her legs, and if I disconnected myself a little something similar could instinctively happen to her by my side. She laughed very much and said she knew I was a serious man who behaved well but <unk> erotic climate in air <unk> it seems like deliberately within less than two minutes she had fallen asleep (!?). Road ahead at a curve I risked touching her leg lightly, and noticed a slight reaction. I thought that she would open her eyes and reproach me, but no...she continued with closed eyes, opened her legs a little more, gave a slight sigh and let the head fall down to my side. After some minutes, I dared again, now resting my right hand on her leg and remaining there. She did not wake up. I raised my hand a bit, and she swam ...I climbed centimeter by centimeter until I bumped into the bar of her skirt, already less than ten centimeters from his sketchbook. She moved a little, opening her legs even wider...I couldn't resist.... I was sure she was awake and enjoying every bit of my audacity. When my hand rested in the gap between her legs, I had the great surprise and certainty that she as much as me yearned for this adventure. I put my middle finger in her groin, and gently began to rub against her clitoris which, as I noticed, was hard. Her mouthpiece was soaking wet, and when I scrubbed it down she slid smoothly into the vaginal canal. I continued now with more fingers waving at Rosane who breathed increasingly heavily but did not open her eyes. I unzipped my pants and pulled out the pocket while Tata kept pretending to sleep. Delicately I placed my hand on her shoulder and made her lie on mine. I put my hand behind her back and began to smooth her ass, digging my fingers deeper into her pussy, intensifying the mischief. Her face was leaning against my cock, and all I know is that at one point I noticed she licked it. We didn't dare look at each other, so things went on like this: She threw my whole stick in her mouth and started going back and forth, and I had a crazy feeling as if I were eating her little butt; I stood in the right lane, driving slowly and so enjoyed those crazy moments of desire until at a certain point on the entrance I observed a guard. Instinctively I took my foot off the accelerator and the car swayed slightly, whereupon the guard immediately told me to pull over. I was almost having fun with her too, but I said: "Get up now...look at the guard!" As soon as I looked into her eyes I realized that there she had an orgasm castrated just like myself. She had this languid whispering look simultaneously, as if excommunicating the guard. I put a towel on her lap, she cleaned herself up at the bank and handed my papers over to the guard who in order released me. We couldn't pretend like nothing had happened anymore so I told her that it was better for us to make an agreement which meant we would be together as a couple during this trip. She laughed out loud then I said from now on you will do whatever I say She asked what the first order was, and I told her to lift up all of her skirt, lean back against the car door on the side where she sat, spread her legs wide open towards me, and masturbate. I told her to take off the blouse...she leaned down on the bench, throwing her right leg over my lap and with her right foot started massaging my pussy. She lifted up her blouse letting me see her beautiful pair of breasts. My fingers began entering and exiting that little booth quickly and it was virtual she would soon mock it. She started moving her hips by tossing her bouquet more and more towards my fingers, trembled, started mocking and shouting loudly <unk>tô mocking!....too mocking!!..<unk>. My stepson who had been sleeping until then woke up from his mother's screams and scared he started crying. I didn't know what she was doing...I threw the towel in my lap again, hiding her cock. She knelt down on the bench and went to pay attention to the little boy, passing her hands over his face, only forgetting that her skirt was at her waist. Her butt faced the front glass, and I did not resist. While she took care of the child I grabbed it and nailed my fingers back into its mouthpiece, this time from behind. She tucked her trunk into the gap between the benches and stood there, half body backwards, talking to her son and enjoying my rolling around with her butt sideways towards me and I couldn't do anything else....!!!???I thought for a while then took advantage of an opening in the roadway and maneuvered the car down the opposite direction.There was no traffic going that way so as soon as I found an exit I went out onto the curb and entered a small dirt street. She continued with the trunk turned backwards, in the gap between the benches, talking to the boy and begging him to go back to sleep until I was able to put my legs on one side of her, stand upright as she did and shove it into his little bundle. My God! She made a leap and shouted slightly, then corrected this by some random phrase that he addressed to her son. I held her tight at the hip and nailed the pocket again onto what had already become quite wide through my fingers. Her eyes burst out tears but apparently like me she didn't want to miss that moment of magic and excitement. I started pumping her ass and realized that it shouldn't be the first time she made an "entry" out of her anal. She began to roll over and throw her butt towards my cock, with increasing force. My stepson was lying in the back seat receiving hand caresses from his mother while I stuck my dick into him. At a certain point the stick slipped away and I took advantage to sneak further and managed to pin the dick on her pussy still behind. I just walked in and felt this crazy heat, and she rolled a little bit more so that I started to laugh, and at the same time she was joking wildly and shouting for me not to joke inside. It didn't work out...I filled up that beautiful pot of shit making it into a bar of soap ...Our fluids left us all drenched and wet, and that scene is indelibly marked on my mind. We recovered ourselves and manoeuvred the car again taking the congested coastal road, and I went all the way back to Caragua with my hand on that soft, licked-up piece. She sat practically in the void between benches, and all that time she was punching me. I enjoyed her hand once again, and it proved to be an orgasm factory, having been mocked at least a couple more times with my fingers stuck into her cheekbones. After finishing the saw we stopped at another gas station because my pants were all spotty, her skirt was soaking wet and the passenger seat was drenched. I took the handkerchief, washed it and rubbed on her bench with an interior deodorant to get rid of the fucking smell. When we arrived at my house, my wife came to greet us effusively and <unk> that night <unk> she was surprised by the fact that after a week without seeing her, I had no desire for sex. I spent the weekend with them and returned to São Paulo on Monday convinced that this has been the most exciting trip in my life. Grande Rosane!!!
Count three.
A drunken woman has no owner.
What I'm about to tell you happened less than two months ago, and it may be changing my life forever. Well...I live in a beautiful big country house in an enclosed condominium on the outskirts of São Paulo city, where many friends and relatives often stay overnight because we have a large guest room. My youngest brother-in-law is married to a pretty girl who looks like a light brown woman with a wonderful body. Her legs are turned upside down, her breasts full, she has a lovely face and charming smile. About seven months ago, their second child was born, a beautiful girl who still breastfed. Ane, my sister-in-law, with the nursing became more full of boobs and paraded her sensuality through my house leaving me as usual crazy from an erection repressed by the fact that my wife is very jealous and does not give me respite. I would like to be Alais Delon she thinks I am !!! But continuing on this weekend, I invited relatives and friends for a night called "cholesterol night" because we were only going to make fries accompanied by salads. It was a success, even for the exotic night. My brother-in-law, husband of Ane had anticipated that I would not let him stay at home because he had an appointment early the next day in São Paulo but as usual and with my encouragement drank too much mixing beer whiskey shots vodka cachaça finally <unk>melê which could only make him feel bad it was about 23 hours when my younger son went to sleep drunk party ended we were watching television with other brothers-in law and nephews who gradually fell asleep they retreated into bed My wife, who also drank heavily and had a habit of going to bed early, went to sleep as did my 15-year-old daughter. Ane sat watching TV with me and her eldest son, who slept on her lap. She wore tight trousers that showed the contours and highlights of his tall face when she was seated. I stood there like a cat's tail, one eye in front of the other looking at the television disguising my horny side. She got up just in time, took the boy into her arms, said good night and told him she would go to sleep. I told her that I would stay a little longer, because at three in the morning there was going to be a very good movie on pay-TV and if she were awake and wanted to see it, it might have been worthwhile. It may seem like an average song but I had to take advantage of the situation. She left without saying anything and went down to "hospedaria". Lying on the couch and watching the program with the faint hope that she'd come back. But did not believe much no. The film ended what I was looking for, so I called up Sexy Hot 80, channel 80 and watched some Brazilian filthy shit. I had a kitten being dragged by a stallion who looked very much like Ane. I was watching the mischief, massaging my dick underneath his heel when I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. It was Anne!!!: "Was that the movie you invited me to see?" <unk> I got confused. I didn't know what I was doing. I sat down on the sofa and apologized because she seemed serious and unhappy with the situation. I held her back, switched channels and asked her to stay as it wasn't an invitation for lying. I put it on the AXN channel, and told her that I was just doing an hour until the movie started watching "sexy hot". Asked about her husband and children and she said they were all sleeping and drunk. She got up and said she would go to bed as well. Then I played my last card...I asked if he could keep a secret and kill one of my desires, at which point she looked at me in horror. Told her to calm down that this wasn't anything special, and that the only thing I wanted is for him to think my request inappropriate so that she kept his secret. I asked her if she was still breastfeeding, to which she replied in the affirmative. She told me that I had a fantasy since my daughter's first day of life about tasting mother's milk but that my wife never let go of it. She looked at me incredulously and I said that she could take out the milk from some private place, put it into a glass, which I just wanted to try. She didn't know what to say...She kept looking at me but maybe even to reciprocate for my hospitality she said: "Wait a bit". I went to the kitchen and watched as she walked with a glass in her hand towards the sink. Minutes (which seemed like hours) later, she came back with two fingers of milk in the cup. Then I noticed that she was wearing a transparent sweater, and it gave <unk> against the TV light <unk> perfectly to see the outline of her body, her bra and tiny panties. She sat down on the couch and passed me the glass. I started drinking the milk which <unk> I already knew <unk> is damn bad stuff. But I pretended ... if you said delicious, warm, anyway, took some minutes <unk> tasting that little milk, and just looking at her. After finishing the glass, I told her that children were lucky because they could enjoy milk from "the fountain" and it should be much better. She laughed and said that I was a tremendous stick figure and she knew very well what I wanted, which wasn't today. I confessed to her always asking secretly my passion for her but always reiterating that this habit of taking breastmilk was serious. I asked her to let me try it from the fountain, and she spoke without much conviction that I was crazy, someone could come in, if her husband heard what he would kill me, things like that. I understood there wasn't any rejection on her part but of the circumstance. I sat down next to her and said it will only be a few seconds and no one wakes up quietly which gives us time for recovering. So I reached my hand towards her breasts, lowered the sleeve of her shirt, lifted her bra and started sucking at her right boob. Soon that bitter taste of mother's milk began to come, but I kept sucking it in and out. My tongue went through the halo and her nipples grew ever harder. She opened up her arms so she could breastfeed more easily, and as she was nursing I started holding on to her bosom while she moaned. I put my hand down by her belly button and slid downhill until I reached the hemline which I also raised slowly with my fingers now rubbing against her skin and climbed its little bit. When I got there, she mentioned talking about something so I took her mouth off of her breasts and shut it up with a crazy long kiss and tongue. She tried to fight back but I forced the bar and pulled away her panties and reached for her clitoris and started massaging him. Her little face was wet which showed that this wasn't just me getting horny rubbed my fingers through her crack while still suffocating her with my kisses at one point I pushed hard on that tiny pantie which snapped sideways pull out my stick grabbed her right hand and made her hold onto it She took her hand off, and then I was like a kid! I looked at her seriously and slapped her on the head, and told her that now she would continue to play for better or worse. Strangely enough, it seemed as if she liked this slap because she stood there with sawed-off teeth staring into my eyes, raising her chin as though challenging me to keep slapping her. I didn't beg, I slapped her on the legs that left my five-finger mark...she continued to defy me...I pulled down and over the leather carpet lifted up her sweater even more, put my dick in the entrance of her little face and nailed it to its mast. It was pure hardness! She did not give thirty seconds of climbing and she started talking <unk>no stop.... no stop..... will have fun ! ..... laughing at your cock, you son ... I turned her upside down, lifted her ass towards me and put my hand through the crack draining fluids into her arse. She screamed a cry that no one knew how to wake up from. Put my hand in her mouth, threw myself on top of her and began frantically pumping out this rebar every time she mentioned complaint i slapped her butt and thighs when it was about to be funny i pulled the stick right at the entrance clogging the hole and sliding the dick back into its little bundle I turned her over again, and made her suck the cock that was already softening but recovered like a bolt of lightning upon contact with this mouth. I squeezed her breasts tightly to injure herself, and each clenching splashed warm milk on my chest, provoking a sarcastic smile in Anne's lips. A noise came out, and it was as if we were trying to get up from the floor, slipping, gathering ourselves together until at the foot of the stairs we saw the figure of a little niece, pacifier in our mouth, rubbing her sleepy eyes, saying she was afraid and had dreamed about the parakeet. She took the little girl in her arms and went into the kitchen to give a sugar water for the child, and I walked behind with my finger stuck on his ass all lubricated by my cock. Ane put the girl sitting down on the rock and stood facing towards it while I <unk> crazy about dangerous situations <unk> from behind pretending concern, nailed back the stick in its butt, making it be thrown over the girl who obviously only saw what was happening above, and so alternating between sticks and crack we arrived at an insane new orgasm. She went down to the room with her legs twitching and trembling, holding her niece in her arms. The next day she put on a pair of brimmed trousers and closed blouse despite the scorching sun so as not to show any signs of darkness and left early before lunchtime, my brother-in-law's little horn ringing out thanks for his hospitality. Always come back Anne!
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