Date of training

My name is Patricia, I'm 22 years old and you count as my first time with a woman.
LEANDRA was my best friend, the kind of girl who keeps secrets and confidences. She had a very large family with her mother separated from her husband. Her mother owned many famous restaurants in town, one house and several shops for sale to each other.
And as a gift of her form, Ma had the car she'd always dreamed about.
I, in spite of being much courted almost not loved was very shy lived for studies and confess that it amused me a lot with the love tricks made by Leandra.
She'd already gone through it and I was still a virgin, she only masturbated to me once in a while but with her penis without penetrating anything.
Sometimes when I was home alone, I'd pass condensed milk on my bucket and put my pet kitten to sleep.
I'd had several opportunities before, but none of them would have passed like this without love or the certainty that it was the right time.
She was extroverted, and I balanced the friendship.
Then good.
Like I said, it was our graduation day and then we agreed to meet at her house for dress-up, makeup, and from there go in the new car to school hall for solitude.
The day was cloudy with heavy clouds, heralding one of those temples.
Right after lunch, I grabbed my bag and went to his house.
When I got there, her mother came to me and said that Leandra had gone shopping for a shoe... then she'd go to the hairdresser to get it done.
I didn't need a hairdresser, my short hair was easy to put together.
Dona Marcia was about 37 or 38 years old, a beautiful woman with sculptural body and long blond hair... brilliant eyes and an envious mouth.
His voice was macabre, his demeanor modern-day decoy.
I couldn't imagine how a man could have left that woman.
She was wearing a dress that clinged to her body, which allowed it to pass through her heels and underpants. And she had an ugly body during school hours.
We were chatting in the hall, having a juice while it was getting cold outside talking about school and dressing up then we got into this whole thing. She must have noticed that I didn't like swimming very much and she asked me why because if I had been such a pretty girl...
The Pope was falling, she talked about virginity (I thought that Lendra was still a Virgin) and I began to make compliments on my body.
The phone rang, and it was Leandra saying that she shouldn't wait for her to get dressed because in the neighborhood where she lived there would be no more lights.
Donna Marcia then said she was going to take a bath and asked me if I would sit there with her, talking.
I sat on the side of her bathtub while she undressed and took a shower.
You can follow her by taking off the clothes, what a beautiful body she had and those bikini marks that I envy.
A hard bump, fat thighs and tornadoes, smooth little fence!
I couldn't take my eyes off her.
She noticed my gaze and stood still for a while in front of me, chatting.
I tried to move away but it was impossible, like a goddess there stood in front of me she smiled and asked what had happened.
He said he'd like to be his age, in a body of his own.
One more smile, and I'm in the box.
Outside, scary things were shaking the windows she was afraid of wind and radiation so she came out and said I could go in.
How would you take your clothes off in front of her?
Now, she was a woman like me. Why would I be ashamed?
I started by taking off my shirt while she watched me in the mirror, pretending to wipe her hair.
I took off my clothes fast to get into the logo box.
When I pulled the trigger, she turned and stared at me.
A mixture of fear and shame came over me, like she was eating my eyes.
The beak of my breasts has become hard, My buzzard's been milked in an hour... remind me of my kitten.
DONA MARCIA I bit my lips and praised my body, breathing on our breasts and bowing. She said that I was very pretty, which would certainly charm any man. I became red-haired and quickly entered the shower, discharging, and already kissed another subject.
I couldn't help but remember the way she looked at me, and I confess that my thirst was rising... feeling my bladder leaking and burning.
When she took a bath, she sprayed moisturizer on her beautiful body.
When she came out of the shower, I could tell that her temples had grown bigger and she was afraid of radiation.
I was wiping myself, and she sat in the bathtub where I used to be.
The time had become the same, out there it was dark as night.
Suddenly, a ray came closer and for an instant the light went out.
She's still sitting on the side of her bathtub, and I'm standing there clutching at my nails with my heart beating.
A fraction of a second later, the light returned and it was there that I felt his mouth in my very breasts.
She looked me straight in the eye with a firmness that left me speechless.
That mouth was delicious, I've never felt a feeling like that.
I was trying to say something, and she gave me a sign so that I wouldn't say anything.
She got on her knees and went down to my tongue, passed through my still moldy belly, and reached into my little ones.
My body calmed down, and it was the signal she'd been waiting for.
He took my hand and led me to the room.
There, I lay on the bed with her by my side and covered my face and gave myself a delicious kiss.
With my fingers, I'd punch myself in the stomach and take it down to a bucket... then when I got into bed on all fours... started sucking at my breasts.
Without realizing it, I was getting up on all fours too and then felt his tongue go down my throat.
She entered my embassy with a surprising agility, and when she saw it was already sucking me deliciously, biting the lips of my Xana as if to take her finger butt into my flipper that revolved like a whore.
I was lowering my body and reaching for his chin. I felt the breath of her breast, with that little mouthful on my face. I couldn't resist it and had to experience its taste. He opened up this cheerful bucket with his fingers, then stuck the tip of his tongue in his clitoris and said he wanted me there too. Ah!
We went n°69 crazy, shouting and laughing with tongues and fingers lost in each other's bodies when she said how cute I was.
He was talking about the delight of sucking a virgin girl.
We flipped the 69 and then I lay down, she was rubbing her bubble on my face and watching her rabbit jump out of his stool... a delightful sight because it gave pleasure to her too.
I started to remember Leandra, all the times we'd been naked in front of each other and never forgot how lovely she was.
So we've gotten to the point where it gives me joy, releasing a higher pitch and stimulating my thesis even more.
I said to her, "I'm going for a ride", and then the damned thing stuck his finger in my throat just a little bit longer. And sucked his tongue into my mouthpiece... mixing it sideways, inside-out.
One, two, three times... it was the first time anyone ever made me laugh.
We lay there for a while, and when she got up I kissed her. She said we had to take another bath because we were sweating so much.
My teenage body was unopened...
It was my form of school, and sex too...
And from that day on, she would still kiss me in the office of her restaurant every Saturday afternoon.
What a danger we are in!
Today I'm a bride, Leandra is still my best friend even after she experienced an affair with me.
How are you?