Crafts, II The annoyance and tiredness when returning from work. The mature Take a look at the lonely apartment, "this n

Crafts, II The annoyance and tiredness when returning from work. The mature Take a look at the lonely apartment, "this needs to be cleaned", he thinks, as he sees disposable plates with remains of food abandoned on the table. pizza, a cup with a fly in it swimming over the little coffee that was left; further there the towel abandoned on a chair, on the floor some dirty panties outside the bathroom and on the old sofa the bundle of clothes that he forgot to take to the laundry and "well yes this looks great" she confirms herself, but He doesn't feel like doing anything, nothing. Reluctance, boredom, total apathy confirm that This is one more of those days when depression comes to you and you can't go away, no. There is no point in thinking about it, meditating on the causes, you know them by heart: you knows alone, abandoned, fighting fruitlessly against the crisis and the adversity, employment at that little children's school is not secure and almost never They pay him punctually, and, for a change, they raised the cost of his rent, his car urgently needs service and new tires, and to complete the panorama his sick mother, whom he has to visit on weekends to cleaning the house and listening to his constant cries, and just when his hand right takes the broom leaning against the wall, in a vain attempt to start household chores, she shouts to herself: "fuck it! I'm not going to do nor mothers!", and furiously she throws away the cleaning instrument and with her heels clicking, she goes to his bedroom. When he entered the room his strength was enough to take off her stockings, her old high heels and lie down on the bed, she doesn't know whether to rest or try to take a nap, he doesn't know, because he also insomnia has made its appearance and you can hardly fall asleep, neither during the day nor at night, then "why the bed?", but he is already in bed, looking upwards where a coat of plaster paint is urgently needed, she sighs resignedly and His eyes go to the opposite wall, where there is the solitary photograph of his "love" and her, taken one afternoon in the zócalo of Toluca: she hugging tightly the man, both with happy smiles on their faces while a tourist take the photo; Ana fixes her eyes on the little brown wooden square and "what the hell!" his mother!, damned bastard!, when she was most assfucked she threw my unfortunate", a deep sigh escapes from his mouth and on the wall the sun of the afternoon and the shadows of the branches of the old tree that reach its department move slowly, forming curious shapes on the painted wall peach in color, looking pink. The leafy branches, the immense tree, which They bring back old memories: The paternal house. She, still a teenager, slept in the bedroom from the front that faces the street, and the groom, from first loves, passing the At ten o'clock at night the old and leafy tree was climbing, she had already opened the door. window and the boy got in, suffocated by the effort but eager for sex, anyway than her, and for an hour, more or less, they both enjoyed that way clandestine of youthful ardor and desire to fornicate. But they didn't fuck as "they should," because Ana insisted on protect a virginity that she had already "lost" years ago, despite this they did 69 and anal sex, which she learned to enjoy to the fullest, that's how they passed those weeks of intense clandestine love, until one night the mother of He suddenly entered the bedroom and found them: her lying on the bed. moaning with pleasure at having the boyfriend's erect cock inside her ass and him with a stupid face looking at the lady. The boy didn't even have time to put on the underwear, suddenly jumped out of the window to escape through the old tree; the adolescent who received his mother's slaps felt them escape through his anus jets of semen. Those memories make him smile a mischievous smile. remember first the beating of the mother, then of his father by placing a improvised metal mesh on that window, complicit in his adventures and then her brothers mocking her, who at the slightest provocation intoned invented stanzas of the song "my tree and I" by Alberto Cortés. And Ana feels a slight throbbing in her lower abdomen and He sighs as he recreates those erotic adventures that prompted his father to look for him. husband and looking ahead at the soft branches that sway under the evening sun, Her hand goes down delicately and stealthily, and finds her under the red, kilt skirt. pictures the nylon texture of her pink panties and the noticeable highlights of the hairs on his head, he doesn't feel like "wanking off" if not just, perhaps, caress yourself And he squints his eyes trying to recreate those old ones memories, his fingers gently run over the fabric of his underwear, feel the fat butt swollen and flexible, the edges of the slit barely hairy, first up where there are more hairs; then they follow the contour of the pucha that It feels a little wet and hot and moves the fingers of the hand up and down. right, always on the nylon fabric, immersed in those daydreams youth: their first experiences sucking cock, sometimes in places dangerous, like a park, the bank of a river, the work corner of the paternal house, behind an old laundry, in a confessional of the church of Tepotzotlán... and the mature woman smiles greedily and her hand gains energy by rubbing the mature sex jumps and sighs. The woman imagines other things, always related to penises, erect, large, fat, standing well, pouring snot into their mouth or in her big tits, although a little loose now, or between her well-formed buttocks, because some of their boyfriends ended the act of love that way: splashing of semen into Ana's black ass, and she opens her legs in rhythm, so her fingers They go deeper into the fleshy opening, you can almost stick your index fingers and middle in the cavern and between the internal folds. Ana sighs and her fingers search for the hole and the fabric of the underwear. and the finger enters her agitated and greedy, she sighs, her belly rising agitated, looking for the caress and Ana sighs and the "aaaahhhh", deep and anxious It comes on suddenly when you feel palpitations throughout your body, rather on the tips of the feet, rather on the legs that contort, rather in the belly that rises and falls or rather in the chest, or all of this together and simultaneous, and the moan turns into a thunderous scream, "aaahhhhh, moresss, yes, more, more, I want more": the beneficial and delicious orgasm, the fingers soaked in that sticky liquid, and above all the penetrating smell that fills the room, and her legs catch the hand that still caresses the slimy pucha that has soaked the panty, her breathing little by little returns to normal and the embers of the pleasure make your body vibrate involuntarily, it seems that sleep invades Half an hour later, the mature woman decides to put her house in order. tiny apartment and engrossed in dusting and vacuuming furniture and floor, receives the Inopportune call, with annoyance he goes to answer and: --"Is that you chiquis? I'm Lucy, your cool and adored sister." --"Hmmm, yes, what's up, how are you?" --"I'm fine, but I just came back from the gynecologist." ---"Then you are not well, what do you have?, what happened to you?, right?" Tell me you got pregnant again?" --"Oh no, I wasn't crazy! I didn't go to the consultation I took your dear niece you perverted girl, oh I felt sorry for him doctor!, but in short, what one has to do for one's daughters, what has been said, is youth is increasingly crazier than". --"Let's see, let's see, tell me, what happened to the girl?" he asks. the mature woman was intrigued. --"No, then... the little girl is in full pain and now you know!... it turns out that she masturbates, the damn thing". --"Well, it's normal, isn't it? Not even if you hadn't gone through this stage, remember?, and I'm sure you're still doing little jackets, right?" --"Humm, yes, but it turns out that your little niece gets into things, "Oh, what a shame with the doctor!" --"Things? What things?" --"Oh woman! Yes, he masturbates with what he finds, Damn pervert! And it turns out that a few days ago a carrot was put in, like that, how do you hear it!... and the fool got a vaginal infection just a little!, and so on He walked for several days until he couldn't take it anymore and had to tell me the whole thing, Do you think? First it made me angry don't you see!, that is, if the girl puts things in his pussy, it's because you don't understand me anymore, right? Well, yes, not anymore. She is a virgin and the slug was foolish not to tell me who she had lost the fifth with, Unfortunate!, then about messing things up, even the text markers you use at school, passing through bananas, cucumbers and the last straw carrots!, daughter of "His mother! She's burning for sex, do you think?" --"But well, the doctor has already examined her and sent her medication for the infection, right? And well, it's better for him to put things in... than to go around putting buttocks due to fever, with the risk of becoming paunchy, don't you think?" he said. Ann. --"No, well yes the doctor talked to her and well he told her that masturbation was fine, but if you use things at least try to wash them well, or if applicable, use condoms to protect yourself from any infection, The doctor even told me to buy him a vibrator, I felt ashamed!, and Well, that's why I'm calling you..." --"What do I have to do with vibrators? I have never used one!, never!, I masturbate from time to time to appease the fever, now You know, but from there to putting objects in my pucha, well no, what do I have to do? see?". --"It's just that I wouldn't dare go to one of those sex shops, They tell them, I think, besides I wouldn't know how to order one or choose a, let's say, "model", So I thought of you, how do you see?" --"Oh Lucy! I haven't been to one of those places either, but Hey why don't you talk to your little sister Angelica?, you know she loves it That thing about dildos, he has his collection, every time he goes on a trip to the US He comes back with a new outfit, he even brought one to your mother, I think, I'm not sure but that's where I heard the gossip, so call her, I'm almost sure she "He's going to give a vibrator to your little daughter, she's so horny, huh? How do you see?" --"True little man! Angelica surely knows where to buy those things or maybe even give me one for that perverted bitch of your little niece, Let me call him and let you know what happened, is he out?" After hanging up the phone, the mature woman returns to her chores while meditating inadvertently: "bananas, cucumbers, carrots, markers, No, there are horny old women everywhere! Yes, I'll know!" And as he passes the jargon wet on the floor, keep thinking: "bananas, cucumbers, carrots text markers oh your mother's daughter! I wouldn't be able to!, right?, well once yes a cucumber no, first it was a banana but that ugh, now It rained, yes once but me, at my age with those perversions?" As he accidentally arrives at the toilet with mop in hand and looks his face in the mirror, the slight smile drawing his face that blushes because Her hand now wanders alone over the camber of her sex, she perceives the humidity of the underwear and the smell yes, the smell of sex, he looks down and puts the garment aside intimate and there it is, the pucha, the pussy as he calls it, makes more room in the pants and look at his butt, brown, hairy, his hair is already peeking out from the edges of the underwear, "I already need a shave, but for what? If I don't even use it, pure finger, pure fucking finger, I really need a good fuck, by God yes," he says to himself. she matures and follows with an attentive eye the review of her sex, she opens her lips fleshy and discovers threads of slime, runs his finger along the open slit, there are the other lips, brown and deformed that swell when he is excited, like now, coming out from between the fat slit; a finger delves into the hot cave and she sighs thinking "oh Ana, you just made your jacket and you're still hot, you don't even scrub anymore!, you're very hot!, a cock, yes!, I need a good cock, full of warm and rich milk", while the finger Follow the path of the slit, from top to bottom until you touch the vaginal entrance, but she doesn't feel comfortable, standing like that touching her butt. --"No, not like that," he thinks as he pulls his underwear down to take it off, then sit on the toilet bowl, reach out and grab the mirror small, he places it between his legs and returns to examining his sex, "it's My pucha is so pretty, so rich, so tasty, and how delicious the condemned woman squeezes, not even It seems that I am 49 years old, my tasty nugget is still delicious, squeeze as if was a fifteen-year-old!", and sighs. Close your eyes and start masturbating again, with She caresses her clitoris with two fingers and suddenly the idea returns: "cucumbers, carrots, bananas, markers, hmmm", he looks up and discovers next to the I wash the hairbrush and while I take it I say to myself: "Who says that "Women lack sexual imagination? Who?" She settles on the cup and spreads her legs wider, and while with one hand he keeps the pussy open, the other directs the rubber handle of the brush, the sensation is strange, the cold object shivers her while with her tip goes over the slit, he doesn't dare to penetrate himself, he just plays with the handle of the brush over the slit, going back and forth between the fleshy lips that swell and drool drips from the little toy, then he decides, presses a little, just a little holding your breath and feel the tip of the brush at the vaginal entrance, at the entrance of the cave, he sighs and with an attentive eye he continues pushing, he feels like That hard, cold thing enters her, penetrates her, distending the vaginal canal that It gives way, but strangely enough, the sensation is not painful, in fact, it causes pleasure, The mature woman meditates, closing her eyes. And Ana sighs when she finally has the handle of the brush, observe carefully how the lips surround the hard rubber object, Ten, twelve centimeters in? And he starts the movement, takes it out slowly, little by little. little by little, the rubber comes out shiny with liquid, press little by little and the handle enters everything, and so he continues, feeling how the warmth of excitement invades his body, and sighs and skewers herself with the hair contraption again, moments then the dance becomes more active, it has gained practice, now the brush It goes in and out easily, your vagina is filled with delicious sensations and thinks: "how delicious of what I have missed hummm, no wonder my little niece she kills herself with straws by putting things in her pucha, damn perverted girl, but... what yummy!, hummm, yes, hummm, more, more, it even seems like I'm penetrating myself with a cock "truly, wow, how delicious." At that moment his body contorts, his pussy It throbs and the orgasm is tumultuous, sublime, delicious, the mature woman works hard putting the brush in and out of his pussy that is now a puddle of liquids smelly, the brush flaps when going in and out and suddenly Ana closes her legs squeezing the brush that is well inserted in her vagina, and sighs and she enjoys it, almost losing her senses she comes again, the orgasm makes her jump, scream, moan, the air escapes from his lungs and he enjoys closing his eyes eyes and imagining that a real cock has her well fucked. The mature woman, enjoying the pools of pleasure that still They make his body vibrate, he recreates what he has just done and his eyes, as if involuntarily They review their surroundings and are surprised to discover that the deodorant they use after bathroom is long and has a rounded lid, the same as a bottle of hair cream that you use to moisturize your hair, and a bottle of lotion the same: lids rounded, as ifand he shudders, "it's as if the manufacturers made the packaging of those things on purpose so that women can give them extra use and more satisfying", and Ana sighs again as she extracts the hair brush wringing out smelly drools. Hours later, after having finished his chores, he pleased to see his clean and shiny apartment, he even feels happy, satisfied although suddenly guilt sets in: "I messing around brush, what a pig I am!, but it was delicious, but I must take my precautions, wash the brush well or anything else, yes, that's what I should do if I want to continue doing those delicious filthy things", in that the phone that calls the Gets out of his lustful thoughts: --"Yes, say?" --"It's me, your little sister Lucy." --"Hmmm, what happened to your dildos? Did you make contact with your little sister Angelica?" --"Yes, your little sister solved such a horrible problem for me, I went to her house and she showed me her collection, oh jija del corn!, Angeliquita is terrible, it has everything! So now your perverted little niece has her vibrator, what's more he gave me one for me, I say I don't need it but what do you Do you think? Will it be okay for me to try it? What if I get addicted to those ugly things? what are you saying?". --"Oh Lucy those are personal things, you must decide if you you put a dildo, besides you have someone or not?, have you already left your new boyfriend?". --"Hummm, don't even remember me, the damn one doesn't even show up, it seems comet, reaches a thousand years there... unfortunate, but hey, I'm going to think about it and I'll tell you, okay?" --"Well then take the test and tell me how it went, goodbye." --"Hey Chiquis did you know that there are anal dildos?, for the little ass". --"Oh Lucy, stop with things, there must be something, I don't know investigate there and talk to me, well now yes, goodbye." When he hangs up the device he thinks: "fucking horny old ladies, all they are all the same, they all have their hidden secrets, things they do and hide, and I sticking the hairbrush in, hmmm, yes but it was fantastic and In addition, there are plenty of things, everything that resembles a pinga everything with a little imagination and the same amount of lust", and he narrows his eyes to immerse himself in horny daydreams. --"Hmmm and nobody knows, nobody, if I do things or not, nobody You know, no one sees me, no one will ever know that at my age I make my jacket if I don't need it. as a man or that I masturbate using objects, hummmm, we'll see what happens to me "it happens," thinks the mature woman, feeling that her pain is throbbing again, but he prefers to contain himself, "gather the desire to enjoy more, much more," he says the mature woman. Comments: micifuz6@yahoo.como.mxmicifuz66@starmedia.com