IN POINT OF BALL

It's been a long time since the facts below have occurred, but to this day I get excited when I remind them. With my parents moving to the coast, I went to live with an aunt and cousin, or rather a cousin and two cousins, both married and separated. I was then 17 and Lia, the youngest, was 19. I'm glazed into a woman with enough hair and Lia had abundant brown hair, shiny and soft, descending to the middle of her back in soft waves. The simple look at your hair left me "in bulletpoint." Lia had realized that! Lia had married at the age of 15 as a result of a pregnancy, and at the age of 16 she was separated. Unprepared professionally, she went to work as an attending in a hospital at night and there she remained for more than 3 years. One day I walked into her room and there she was, sitting in the dresser, brushing her hair and then arresting them in order to go to work. I didn't resist and came to her to caress her hair, filling my hand with that silky dough. She looked in the mirror and smiled. That encouraged me to put my penis on your shoulder. As the throbbing member Lia cried, "Mom, come here." It was such a surprise that I left as my aunt entered the room. I don't know what she told her mother, but then I didn't notice any sign of complaint against my aunt. Lia came home from work at 7 a.m., showered and slept until about 3 p.m. Not totally discouraged, I went up to your room about that time, when my aunt sat in the living room to watch TV and knit just to look at your body and go out to the bathroom for a marturbation section. One day I decided to dare and, squatting, I took your hand hanging from the bed and put it on my penis. There was no reaction from Lia. I drew the penis out and put it in his hand, closing it around it. Your hand kept the pressure that I had printed. Holding it, I started a go-and-come movement, ending up cum on the floor. On another occasion, when I took your hand to put it on my penis, Lia picked it up and turned her back on me. I pulled the sheet very carefully and gradually revealed that sculptural body, the hair loose on the pillow! Also with a lot of cudado, I tried to settle next to him, already with his penis outside. Without touching it, I pulled the mast over the buttocks and left it there pulsing. I felt a change in his breathing, which, after a greater inspiration, came to be cut. Solved to move forward, I backed back, pulled his panties down and pulled back on his dick while sinking my face into his hair. In the absence of an adverse reaction, my cock looked for its crack and, finding it, began a gentle penetration, since both crack and chick were already sufficiently lubricated. When I was halfway there, in Gentile stockpiles, Lia, simulating sleep disorder, moved, causing the exit of the penis. I was gonna try again when I remembered the risk of gravity. I just couldn't stay in that state with my heart beating at over 150 BPM. With my fingers I salived his ass and pulled back on his dick. I took Lia's hand and put it around her dick, starting the go-and-go. I felt your hand clearly guide me to the alternative hole. New smooth-and-slow. After all, we were playing the game of pretending she didn't know what was going on. Every step he made, he heard a guttural sound coming out of his throat. When there was finally nothing left to stick, except the bag, I took your leg and left mine, in order to have your clitoris exposed. I stuck the middle finger in his vagina, feeling him in contact with my dick, separated only by membranes. Now it was Lia's heart that beat fast. With the middle finger in the vagina and the thumb in the clitoris, I started a massage while I really fucked her. That's three times your body shuddered before I came here. Every shudder I'd take my thumb off the clitoris but it wouldn't stop my movements. I finally blew up, grabbing your hair and biting your neck! When the breath returned to normal and before the cock returned to its fullness, I removed it. I got up, covered Lia's body with the sheet and came down to keep my aunt company. About an hour later she came down, bathed and said she was hungry. As he always did, he kissed us on the face, on his mother and on me, and went to the kitchen to make his lunch. Needless to say, from then on, it was rare the week we did not play the game of "I was asleep and felt nothing.
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