Choir in the Fall of the 3

I cried in his pussy (part 3) I went into the bathroom of my room with my calves and my panties all covered with his fucking, and then I cleaned up, changed my panties, got dressed, lay on my stomach on the bed, and I thought about him and how scared I was, and I thought about some plan to take advantage of him without my wife knowing. The next day I came down with a short white dress and super tight showing all my curves, under a black lace panties well pasted on my butt, without a bra. He was already having coffee with my mother. Vincent ate me with his eyes without my mother noticing. And then seeing me he said: "Our daughter how beautiful you are! Where are you going? Sit here and have coffee with us! I answered, already sitting next to them: "Thank you, mother! I'm going to Flavia's house, but I'll be back soon! After a few minutes sitting there my mother apologized to him and called me to her room to show me something she had bought. When we got there, she closed the door and I was amazed when she said: "Daughter! Did you notice that Vicente doesn't take his eyes off you?" Without joking I answered: "Peace, mother, I'm sorry! She laughed and said: "You don't need to apologize! I'm a woman and I'm fine! Normal. You're a beautiful girl, with a very beautiful body and it's natural for guys to want you. I'm not going to be jealous of my daughter, my friend and confidant! What did you think of him?" I looked at her and replied: "Ah, mother! I told you when you were going out with him. Why?" She sat on the edge of the bed, took my hand and went on talking: "You know what? This guy is too nice and I don't want to lose him so soon! Without understanding anything, I asked: "All right, but what do I have to do with this...I don't understand!" She put her hand in my hair, came closer to me and said: "When I woke up, I went down to make coffee and he was already in the kitchen and in one of our conversations he told me that you are very nice, a nymph giving water to your mouth, that kind of thing and that he felt a lot of desire for you since I saw you for the first time! I got very angry with him at the time and told him that you were my daughter, so I took him away! He told me that he was never going back that way and left. I turned red with shame in front of my mother. She continued: - It doesn't have to be like that, after all we are confidants and friends, isn't it? So, I thought that if you give a little stay with him, who knows us, this way you end up holding him! Do you see, daughter? More relaxed and without letting her realize that I was also in order of it I answered: "Look! For you I do everything, mother! But it will have to be in a very subtle way, so that you do not suspect people, okay? She laughed and said: "Then okay! Later I'll go out and he'll stay here doing some repairs on the faucets and other things that I asked. When you come back from your friend's house, feel free to see his reaction. Don't worry that I'll only come back much later, okay? I answered that everything is fine and leave. Of course I haven't been to my friend's house yet. About 40 minutes later, I came back, walked in, realized my mom wasn't home, heard a noise coming from the service area, and deduced that he was fixing things that my mom had asked for. I went up to my room and changed my clothes. I put on a pair of jeans shorts from when I was about 14 years old, a white, see-through, beaten-up blouse. The shorts were so short and tight that they fit in my pocket and were glued to my lapel and I couldn't even button the top button. With a small, hollow panties underneath and my beaten-up, see-through blouse, when I walked in front of the mirror, I looked at my butt and really the little bikini mark that the shorts made me look beautiful. The beaten-up blouse was very low and see-through, as I didn't wear a bra, my breasts were feeling underneath it. I knew he wanted me so I went downstairs and when I walked past him and then came back from the kitchen, I noticed that his pussy was hard, because his beaten pants did not hide anything. That volume made me crazy, I felt a huge boner at the time and to provoke me even more he put his hand on the black mast above the pants and kept looking at my little bundle. Seeing how he got paralyzed looking at me, I came in, smiled, and asked what he was doing. Without taking my eyes off my body he told me that he was doing some small concerts at the request of my mother. I made a fool of myself, said: "Ah, yes! I am there in the room if you need anything just call me. Something else, there in the room is a painting that is almost falling if you can take a look later and fix, I think she will like it. I will turn around and come out bouncing very slowly, with the bundle grabbed inside that tiny shorty and was sure that he was eating me with his eyes. I could still hear him say: - This little girl is making such a mess, so I can't stand it! My hard-on-soaked pussy, my sweaty asshole was driving me crazy, but I was loving playing that little game with him. After about 10 minutes, he came into the room and asked me what painting he wanted to hang on the wall, and I pointed to the painting on the shelf and showed him where to hang it. He said, "I'm going to need your help. You hold it for me on the wall so I can make the appointment, okay?" I replied that it was all right and I took the painting and went to place it on the wall where my hand wanted it. With my arms open, holding the painting I noticed it coming behind me holding a pencil in my hand and squeezing my little bundle, I felt its huge mast, I shivered, I disguised myself so that he would not notice but I was wet. As I was all stretched out and on the tips of my feet holding the painting, the position made me pull my butt back. The man was a donkey, his butt was really big and thick because when he stood behind me with that huge roll leaning on my little bundle I could feel it all pulsating under his trousers pressing my calves up and sliding down and down. I pretended that it was not impossible, but it was not. I began to feel him talking to me and answering mainly on my body? I was already sweating on my butt! And I wanted to see him with his thighs full of sweat, and I wanted to touch his thighs with his heel. I wanted to touch his thighs with his heel. I turned around slowly and stood facing him, my nipples sticking up and my hard beaks under my beaten-up blouse, leaning against his sweaty chest. He hugged me by the waist and I felt how that black chest was hard and warm against my thighs, I looked like a fool, I told him to stop, but at the same time I responded to the hug and passed my hand in his pussy over his pants... what a man! Looking at me he said: - Yes, I see how you want me to stop... (came in my ear and continued)... you loved to show me that rabbi yesterday wasn't it? (I was paralyzed so quietly, alas he spoke, but firmly and with a tone of authority) answer me little bitch! (continued)... Bjus Cinthia , please .