The peak of pleasure 
... still a few months, and Elga chalets aunt would have been sold, I decided to spend a month alone. Enthusiastic off the train and dragging two heavy suitcases arrived at your destination, everything was left as a teenager when I spent there with my sister Sofia the summer - raffiorarono thousand memories in my mind. Entering I do not lose heart. Igienizzai services and kitchen, gave air to the rooms, breathed the dust and I prepared the bed with sheets scented with jasmine. Although tired, I felt good in and clean that air was a true blessing for me that I had come stressattissima from city life. Suddenly he heard the tinkle of the bell placed on the front door, while a woman's voice asking me for permission to enter ... "Come on!" I replied asking who it was, I was the rest came from just a few hours and I was surprised see Miranda, a young girl who often played with us in front of the house. "I saw you coming and I was certain that it was you! "he said" I thought to preparations for something that he loved then pull it with my greeting. " We embrace a long time, and then swap in front of those delicious slices of strudel a series of quick chat with the premise that we would have seen as much as possible. Miranda, had no children, had separated a few years and from what I could tell he did not like talking about her ex-husband, however, was the same old joker, always ready with a joke and a thousand things to do. Together every day we went to town and take turns eating into my house or hers, I remember my aunt, her grandmother lived and situations together, it was nice to relive those emotions, it was nice to be in his company, review old photos and hours and hours talking to us. One evening, while I was having dinner with her, began to rain as never before, I saw her get serious, and immediately I remembered that she had always been terrified by storms, "mica you still afraid of thunder?" I asked, laughing and joking added, "want to spend the night here?" ... "I would do a real gift !"... "The fear of storms is something inexplicable ..." Shortly after we were in bed talking to us again, and see more serene, made me feel important, talking talking sleep and I finally took her by noting that the storm had moved away, I decided getting into the attic and enjoy as I was a child in the window ... the sky was just beautiful the world from up there, made me feel light and carefree, I smoked some cigarettes, telling me that I should also lie down and sleep a few hours, so I got up to go to bed, but my eye fell on a old trunk ajar, I went up, and opening it I found myself in front of photos, pages of newspapers, books and letters ... I knew I should not, but my curiosity prevented me to behave properly, so he opened a letter at random ... "Light of my eyes, my one true love ... "I read it all in one breath, referring to see the stone that bore the signature of Rebecca, then took another letter, and then another, all start the same way and ended with the usual "a kiss on your lips, your Rebecca" governable affectionate letters, full of feeling, which did mean something, but that left me in some doubt, until I read ... in a "non- I can forget your hands on me, your fingers to penetrate me, the smell of your skin, our orgasms, if only they knew us, would be the end ... "Now all I was finally clear, our girlfriend Rebecca then had been the mistress of the husband of Miranda, I continued to read curiously, wondering how badly he did in Miranda discover that his best friend, the man was cheating with her, saying that if it happened to me, I would have strangled. That's why he did not want to talk to him, that's why I had mentioned Rebecca, I decided that I would read another letter to then close that trunk never to reopen, once again began with the usual "light of my eyes, my only and true love ... "But this time something was different and continue reading, I realized that I had misunderstood, Miranda's husband was not the recipient of those passionate letters, but her! I smiled, never, never would have believed was homosexual and silently down the stairs, I thought that entering the same bed now I would have played differently, that does not shock me, but my eyes certainly had not until then certainly never looked like that. I lifted the blanket, I sat down, but my thoughts were not able to stop, and watched her sleep at the same time as he imagined love with Rebecca, his body decided to peek under the sheets, and my hand ritando more Sometimes a few inches from his skin. "What is happening to me?" I thought to myself, but to see her give me back, I decided to brush her, did not change, he slept like a log, then slowly lifted her nightgown, revealing her legs, patted, withdrawing her hand quickly move in to hear ... but then a few moments later, I found myself even more to lift the fabric of cotton, touched her buttocks, were boiled, smooth as a baby, and I thought it was a really nice ass, the temptation was so great to continue, but the fear of discovery took over, I decided to turn around the other side and try to sleep, knowing that everything I was very excited about a lot. Meanwhile, he took my hand to touch the breast, while nervosaemente biting my lips, the desire, the desire had taken the road to myself, so I began to touch me between my legs slowly, when suddenly she turned and leaned weight on my body. I tried to shake from above, when all of a sudden, I whispered, "Did you read my letters right?" I turned my face towards her, telling her "not I know, but it was stronger than me, forgive me, "he said in a tone of melancholy" nothing "then came to my face kissing me gently on the forehead, then kisses him down slowly, until you come to my lips, kiss kiss up, his tongue began to intertwine with mine, while my hands began to unfasten the straps twisted on his chest, I soon found myself with her breasts in her hands, while his hands caressed my hips vigorously, the took off her nightgown as she lifted her over my hair, placing his leg between mine, "let yourself go!" "I'll be nice to see," he said, directing his face to my hair, his fingers reached my wet lips and then fill us with a couple of fingers as he passed his tongue between my horny slit, his tongue, his lips were quite sublime on my sex and innarcare to see me struggling with more force to fuck with your fingers, not content with adding a third and sucked my clitoris up to me to enjoy, and then turn around and offer me his nature shaved face. "Please, let me enjoy Lick ..." My tongue began to follow it, I touched his Cazzin with the tip of my tongue rough, trails his lips open and filled with humor, and then continue to focus on its Bucchetti, while nails scratched her buttocks. She liked, I felt, felt, I saw. "Missing something right?" He said in a voice so gorgeous ... rummaged under the mattress, took a vibrator is not small, it licked, sucked and then place me firmly stuck in it. "Do you feel more normal way?" He asked in a voice tremulous and full of enjoyment and hear moaning, it sank even further by increasing the speed, I came several times, repeatedly - It was time that I had to take care of her cravings I reached her hands slipping off the foul ... "Turn around Miranda, and offer it to me" - she then knelt down, holding her body against the headboard of the bed, letting my breasts touched her back, my hands pinching her breasts, the hair on scostai mordicchiai neck and gently, as my hand began to make its way between her legs, my tongue Route her back, her ass, finding myself once again between her lips and lived insazziabili the mordicchiai, pulled with teeth, noting that each of my gesture was appreciated by her, then without stopping, start to fuck with the same vibrator that had just fucked me, was open, and bagnatissima hear enjoying speventosamente excited me, I continued to enjoy making her numerous times and then stop and place it under her, my hair brushed and rubbed his hours shaved pubis, our clitorises dueled against each other as if were always used to do so, we enjoyed once again, and once again, to abandon until exhausted between those sheets smelling of our aromas and flavors, we slept as if we embrace the best of lovers and then return to our rispeveglio, and cotinuare so until the day of my departure, departure turned out that the beginning of our many meetings, made sometimes of only a few hours, at which, however, allow us to continue to want, take, look for us ... and love.
