I'm gonna have to pay for some of the second part.

Keep going. The same day when I finished my bath, I cleaned up the house to forget everything that I had seen. Then as I'd already decided it was time for a washcloth around the house, but when I went to get water from the tank and found Mr João sitting in front of his door with wet hair after bathing and smoking a cigarette, then I imagined that the girl would have gone away while I was taking a shower and he too had taken a bath and now rewarding himself by puffing on the cigarettes recalling how he had fun with a girl only 17 years old. When I saw him, I couldn't look at him like before. He was no longer just Mr John... my nice landlord who liked to talk with me in the yard every day. John was a male in our backyard that I saw through his lock, he fucked with the manliness of a young 17-year-old girl and who teased like a bitch on rock hard shit from this guy, he made her mock as I always wanted to joke and so I had just masturbated under the shower imagining his cock inside me. This was now the man I saw sitting there in my backyard and who greeted me saying that it really was hot on this day, referring to my hair being wet from bathing as well as his, at which time I wore one of my white cotton shorts with a little bit of an exposed butt-butt, and small lace panties dug up like always wear and a sweatshirt handles with my breasts loose underneath. Dressed like every day now I felt naked in front of my landlord, his back to him handling cloths and bucket on the tank had the impression that his eyes were walking around my ass which was always very coveted wherever I went even being shorts My husband would think it strange and might be suspicious since I always dress like this. I thought about going up to my room and putting on a dress or something, but that would arouse suspicion in the head of my landlord. He could imagine that I saw everything he'd seen; all these questions filled my mind as I was preparing the cloths for passing over the floor of the house. So when I had finished filling the bucket, I took up my cloths and went into my house feeling more relieved to be out of Mr. John's sight, I rolled it all over the house still thinking about everything that happened, but when I arrived in the kitchen I was with a bent body as I passed the cloth on the floor with the help of the roller, You're a very capricious wife indeed, this house was never so clean before you moved in. I got a big fright when I heard him behind me, knew that by the size of my shorts he should have seen more than half of my butt standing there in the doorway since I was with body bent forward and stood up half awkwardly thanked his praise saying that I liked everything clean so he said that my husband is a lucky person because no longer found women like this at present etc ... When he saw that I had stopped my service to speak with him said: I'll stay here on the balcony so we can continue talking later. At that moment I didn't know what to do anymore, how would I keep passing the cloth if he was sitting on a balcony wall having wide view of me in the kitchen? If I turned my face towards him, it would change the direction in which he was passing his cloth. He'd see that there is no way out for me to act like this with him. So I lowered myself again and continued working backwards toward the door. When the tub got hotter and liquids wet my vagina, at that time I was angry with myself and thought a whore, how could it be possible for me married woman getting aroused by a man of her age staring at my butt and exposed thighs? I finished rolling the cloth in the kitchen and went out on the balcony to talk with Mr. John who was waiting for me, sat down in front of him in a chair rest still feeling my wet bucket, we started talking about various things and I noticed that he insistently looked at my thighs differently from other times too, it made me feel more excited also increased in my wet sex Inside of me there was a battle between my morals and my horniness, but with my instinctive movements I realized that morality had lost the war, and an uncontrollable urge to show off for this man took over. So while we were talking I opened up my legs a little bit to see if he really coveted me or it was just something in my imagination after seeing him with that girl. To my luck or disappointment, at the time I didn't know how to answer that question. John kept his eyes on my vagina and stared at it almost the whole time we were talking, now I was getting more excited than worked up about that. So a little nervous he went to his house for a cigarette asking me to wait while I took advantage of his absence. My vaginal fluids caused by the excitement that I felt, had wet beyond my panties and a spot of moisture was very clear exactly on the lips of my skirt. When did Mr. John came back, I had opened up my thighs a bit more giving him wider view of my sex and the wet spot on my increasingly erect penis he was visibly nervous adjusting himself at all times wherever he sat i think trying to accommodate his cock it should be hard by this time when I was talking sometimes stuttering and could not take my eyes away from my moist skirt in spite of my enormous erection of being penetrated. But in order not to lose my head and throw myself at that man I started talking with him about his blessings again saying: - I saw that you did another blessing today, was it a serious case? He said it with a little bit of irony in his voice but I don 't think he understood and replied: - It wasn't that bad, daughter. I was just a girl who didn't want to lose her boyfriend and wanted to know how to please him. A little more ironically I went on: - and you taught her something to please the boyfriend? This time I think he got the irony, but still said: - Yes daughter, I always try to help when I can. I was already annoyed by those elusive responses and dying of a hard-on . - Tell me something Mr. João, what you taught her hurts a lot? Even though I thought the question was funny, it's still a serious one. The answer is that there are people who feel pain but most of them do not. Realizing the double meaning of that sentence, and already tired of dodging it, I ripped up the verb saying: - I'm asking you this Mr. João, because I heard her moaning from here at home, so I figured if it doesn't hurt must be very tasty what you do, would I like that kind of blessing? Then he, realizing that I already knew everything answered with a malicious smile on his lips: - If you're in need of a daughter, I can kiss your ass all day if you want. So I got all horny and with the most vulgar expression in the world, opened my legs a little bit wider and looked at my own sex and asked him: - Do you think I need your blessing, Mr. John? And he, still smiling... rose from his seat and stood in front of me. Unceremoniously put his hand between my thighs... covered my mouth with his hands... squeezed his fingers to make me groan hotly... and said: - the way you're wet daughter, I will have to bless you several times. And I 'm dying of excitement , and I throw my head back in the chair ... feeling his fingers rubbing on my mead bouquet . - Then bless me Mr. João, bless me how many times I endure my husband who forgives me more I want to be blessed as you did with that girl today, I saw everything through the lock your old bastard He saw that I was about to burst with so much excitement, he opened the zipper and pulled out this big dick I'd seen before. And squeezing my head tightly stuck a bunch of nerves in my mouth treating me like a whore right there on my back porch not caring for anything else. -this daughter, so you're a good girl, I will bless you every day if you are an obedient girl. And with those cynical words, he would fuck my mouth and make me choke on his fat cock in my throat while I felt like a slut sucking the hard dick of my landlord right there on my front porch. Then, in order not to mock at my mouth he lifted me up from the chair with force and pushed me against the washing machine leaving me backwards for him stuck his fingers into my bucket then grabbed hold of my underwear and shorts and pulled it aside despite being tight the short has elasticity then unceremoniously put its head on top of my skirt and thrust all at once burying her whole roll inside my soaked vagina. At that time I exploded in violent fun like the girl he had fucked that afternoon He started fucking my pussy hard, making me feel horny again in seconds. Then as he pumped his big dick inside of me... grabbing at my full and hard nipples with a boner... squeezing by licking my neck and ear to the point where I went crazy! I enjoyed for the second time feeling his roll breaking me open as he threw my body hard against the washing machine, making his dick reach down to the bottom of my vagina. Never had I felt almost raped like that and was loving every second of it. Waving in that delicious roll. After mocking me for the third time my legs weakened and my body fell on top of the washing machine, but that old freak kept fucking me like a wild and insatiable animal even without strength I loved to feel his thick cock opening up inside me so he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and calling me whore and good girl all at once accelerated the punches in my mouth breaking through my flesh until I was ready to make fun then he did another thing which I never imagined would be allowed by a male. he pulled his hard cock out of my swollen mouthpiece and broke it open and grabbed me by the hair, put me back in a chair to rest without letting go of my hair, shoved his molasses-laden coccyx of my enjoyment into my mouth making me suck, I totally surrendered due to the pleasure that had given me, mamei no freshness that hard bloated roll and got as a toast an enormous splash on my mouth and face, getting all whoreface with sperm from first lover, enjoyed every squirt of this bitch on my face like a real slut, loved seeing at m I face the enormity of pleasure that had provided to this wonderful man as a lover. Then I stood there practically thrown in the chair until I got myself together, my old bastard still massaging my pussy inside his shorts warned me about the time it was almost time for my husband to get home from work and I was still standing with a blowjob on fire so busted up and bitch face full of another man's cock then had to go to the bathroom and take a shower I also felt like the most fulfilled woman in the world and knew that it wouldn't be my last time, so from now on, every day of my life would feel completely different. Wait guys, there's a lot more stuff coming. That old man is more depraved than I am! He makes me do everything he wants...