The Divide - Part 1

My friend Jonas in the '80s had always offered to do me every possible favor, as long as he was paid well of course. From making small flooring arrangements, hanging lamps, assembling and painting furniture, achieving wonders with irretrievable paintings, designing computer programs, he was a great supporter and genius that I have always been able to support myself. But there was a part where I went to give him some help that was more delicate; in the 80s, he had a bad relationship with an old lady and things got complicated and they ended up going to court and it became necessary for me to assist my friend Jonas in the process of lying to the judge so this situation would be resolved. A few years later, my friend Jonas got divorced as a result of Sandra's raids on his house and ended up marrying again with a woman 150 cm tall and about 45 kilos white porcelain skin without any hair in the kitty arms. Shortly before leaving we still flirted several times and at one of the lunches he confessed to me details about his wife, which always left me with a dick in laughter; <unk>You know my wife is a treatise on women, it always leaves me in crazy hardness; That little body of erotic dance without any hairiness except pubic hairiness gently sketching her well-framed mount of Venus with the vulva nicely carved to the taste of a cockroach, with some phenomenal breasts, of nipples tightly embedded and placed in the erotica vision zone (just look, one gets tough), its angelic face that soon bursts out with great fury Whenever she reaches a multiple orgasm, sparkling fire from her brown eyes and gaining like a bitch by letting her brunette hairs run down my hairless breast which is often what happens when she sits with the already soaked cunt on top of my cock and delights in licking my bare chest and scrubbing eagerly my twelve-centimetre dick that she sweets into her pussy making him grill out the most fatal areas for her, ranging from allowing you to hit the tip of your cervical collar at the end of my fuck to frantically rubbing his clitoris against the very hard back of my penis; all, stretches her arms spreading their hands on my chest, extends well the head and spreads its hair over his back, making firmness in lips, grinding well teeth and hardening whole body that jumps about mine in movements of crazy scrubbing; a moisture covers her belly and breasts, which are shrunken from excitement with spiked tips into hard button that repulses well all its aurora darkening is when she enters trance; its lightness is mechanical and endows it with ease to be grasped at any position and be attacked with full force without any difficulty In these phases of orgasmic delirium she likes to try all the positions (classic, French, four-legged, both standing with her sitting on my cock and legs wrapped in my butt, rubbing herself hard against me, biting my shoulders), ending almost always by punching me from behind after 3-4 more orgasms in the classic position; the girl knows about it and enjoys making their playthings I was really impressed by the detailed description my friend gave of his wife, and still babbled "Your wife is a rare treasure! Don't lose her!" But it always stirred me in my thought circuits. Sometimes this detail describing Jonah came to mind with his brain shaken up by the force of that glass of good wine and baguette he had already digested.
Because it's not that my friend Jonas after years of silence one day calls me on the phone and asks for life. I tried to call him a few years ago, but his mobile was disconnected and eventually I lost the number; because in this year of Grace my friend dumped all the conversation and asked how I was going. <unk>Good buddy well, but I am already out!! I'm not in Lisbon at the moment, but one of these days we are going to get together and kill a belly for dinner on good old fashioned terms. It was customary back then after an afternoon or day's work. A little complicated thing, but difficult for him that of electricity he understood nothing and I who was not my service, realized something which sufficed to solve a lot of wrapping; at the time, he had just married his nymphine and moved from home; Until arriving in his house went curious about how actually would be the nymphet that had been described to me and yearned to see her. At the entrance I was introduced with all respect and delicacy, greeted by a handshake but could not resist using afterwards my full verbal capacity of bold notes to the child, pampering her with words in soft voice; I used the strategy of a gentleman's gait when addressing the little girl who relished as conversation flowed down pathways of erotically coloured humour. <unk>How's married life??, <unk>Do you already make tasty food? <unk>One of these days I will teach you some tricks!! <unk>This is the sweetest walk that you have ever had ?? This bed has told stories?! The nymph sketched laughing responses or even daring answers such as "I am not complaining!" My eyes touched well beyond her clothes; with my husband by her side I did not miss the opportunity to stare into her eyes, without she pulling them back, keeping a naughty and vague smile that only today I can decipher as an invitation to make more advances and erotic games. At the foot of the bed was the tool bag for small arrangements when I realized something had been wrongly connected; And pointed at the feet of the Bed where there was the little girl and the suitcase of tools next to it: "I need a double key", I protest. 'What is this?' replied the nymph, leaning over the tool and revealing a relief of breasts wanting to peek through a small cleavage she had opened with her squatting motion. Her blouse was made from white silk leaving wide area on the tightly fitted boobs in the bra but hidden behind the buttons of the blouse; when crouched down one of the button would open up and let light into the chest half covered by the bra; I turn towards my suitcase staring at the nipple's tits and babbling <unk>Don't bother Beauty that I already found it amidst this trash; Now !! double key!! Do you know about doubles??<unk> Wrenched by linguistic betrayal, the nymph smiled openly saying that for now she was only interested in simple keys. I went through my suitcase looking for a key and when I found it I looked up at the nearest of them to see how much bricolage had been lost on her luggage and let me perceive the beauty of the turning of her legs covered with a traditional skirt down to her knees and the glitter of her panties hiding a cunt who should be trembling from desire. I kept my eyes fixed for a few seconds on the nymph's panties and then lifting up the double key said <unk> See this key has two tips that can be inserted into two holes of different sizes!!! It's a matter of adjustment!<unk> and said this covered with a demonic smile and eyes lost deep in the nymph's eye sockets and some abrupt runs to her panties, who perceives perfectly the situation and opens his legs slightly more letting my eyes see well the formidable hidden joy; by now my dick was already horny at its peak but delicacy made me back off and go back to work. We talked some more, and at last the handshake of entrance to Jonah's house was replaced by a sticky kiss on the face of the nymph and a laying my hand upon her shoulder for one long minute emptying out another half-dozen erotic moods and making my hand slide gently but prolonged over the arm of the Nymph stopping awhile at breast level in order to feel its lateral edge leaning against my right thumb; I repeated the kiss this time longer and lighter on the faces of the Nymph which became flush with stimulated desires.
And after all that time (10 years?? ), there was Jonas again. I asked him about life and wanted to know if he was still married with the nymph and expressed wishes for us to meet for some drinks and a conversation. I ask him whether life is going well, if you had no more problems, if it needed any further favor or testimony in court.. "Not so far everything is fine!!!" But the next week my father calls me and tells me that he will be operated on some cataracts and I propose to go help with transportation at the hospital; We were in full Christmas holidays and took the nymph and son. When driving for Lisbon rings the phone and who was it ?? . Jonas!! He asked again how am I going? And I told him that I would go to Lisbon to try to help my Father. <unk> Eighthly Jonah said, "We'll meet !!". <unk>Leave your son with his mother and we will have dinner, us and our wives!!<unk> I was excited about the situation and my thoughts immediately started wandering around the colossal nymph that 10 years ago had seen in Jonas' house; how would it be?? Well Jonah even has some contents to adjust; my thought was now running around the nymph; I did not let go of her serene look, her sweet smile, breasts peeping through the edge of the bra almost letting escape nipples, the bunny with his joy drawn in the whiteness of underpants, her slender legs and opening eyes vagina's pleasure, there was no more meat, there were enough to appreciate the beauty of the anatomies of the nympho; Something told me that yes I should move forward and try to take advantage of the frailties of Jonas old situation; had done a lot for him if it hadn't been my action he would probably not have the horns that were given to him by the nymph nor so little life as it had today; all this boiled in me and prolonged in my mind the feeling of being able to share the nympho, I warned my wife about what was going on and that I had to find a way to be with Jonah for a fraternity dinner, omitting that his wife will also be. So we agreed to meet in Lower Lisbon on Tuesday at 6 p.m., and then go out for dinner; drive the cars up to Restauradores Park, and then take his car over to the restaurant. The rest of the trip went as usual; conversation with monotonous words and manners exchanged by any couple married for 20 years in which strategies are all aligned with setbacks and advances according to the theme so that each one's policies maintained long-established survival goals automatically. Neighbor always wears the same pants, neighbor I haven't seen her since 1 month ago; the one in front still has the same car; he left to study; When you want to provoke another into something different launch: You know José bought wife at 1. coat with leather that cost 5,000 euros!! Let's see what happens; sometimes the poor guy gets carried away and promises that she will not only look at Zé's wife's coat, but you will have one in which Zé is forced to invest another 2,000 on a woman who passes her hand by his horns every day or even every week.
The day was united in long wanderings of hospital, house/house, hospital; there was always something to be corrected, small unexpected encounters, some brothers who were on notice and commenting their daily indiscretions; worries, people would say with his art engaged in big conversations for little things; but it is still the same way when people have not come for a long time remains in the air something that forces you to smell the weather, if the weather has changed or everything was the same, whether the people were still same or had any modification habits and attitudes; so in every family moral weight The evening passed safely and swiftly, and all the day nothing suggested that it would be necessary to prepare oneself for the insidious onslaught of cunning and dense eroticism which was drawing up; spirits were assimilated by what had happened, and good-byes were made with late looks. I still have a friend to see; look mother take care of both, the little one and the little girl because I'll be late. Tomorrow we will return. These cataract surgeries are an easy thing and euphoria of successful surgery overshadowed everything; happiness was so great and surgical successes left my old man happy and with a smile as big as his face; blessed are the doctors, blessed is Our Lady, our Virgin Mother!!!
And so I was in a flying car on my way to Lower Lisbon down Freedom Avenue, heading for the Restauradores and taking over the parking lot. Arriving at La Llave de Oro neither Jonah nor the nymph had arrived yet, and I sat down at a table facing the street and asked for some tonic water; muddying my head with the stamina of the nympho: how would they both be? But what would she look like? How would he approach them? He'd open his trouser book to her; there was still something in the notebook about small dividends, which sometimes deserve interest from these things. I was drumming and savoring the acre of water when I see enter the nymph, who came serene with a happy smile that took up her whole chin; she gnawed at her little teeth in her simple way of being, when nothing raised to him the hidden curious one who threw sneezings of malice on the cunning mind; he wore his skirt fall below the knees, overpainted with pleats all along its width, with legs without any protection beyond the skirts and with underwear made from cream silk and lacerated; wearing a brown leather jacket because it was cold weather. Under her coat she wore a cream-colored shirt buttoned up, behind which was the breast that after these ten years had retained its vigour protected by a black bra so as to prevent more sophisticated looks from getting caught in the web of excitement out of unique erotic shapes; and hence I notice Jonah who followed close behind.