Crafts The message was still there, on his cell phone. When you received it, Although he tried, he did not dare to erase

Crafts The message was still there, on his cell phone. When you received it, Although he tried, he did not dare to erase it, and since that day weeks had passed, months. It was a message from her last lover. They had separated and despite this, in Sometimes they exchanged messages on cell phones or "talked" by sending emails. electronics, and if he decided to suspend that form of communication it was because the emails had escalated until they became something erotic or "inconvenient"; She also felt anger against that man who had thrown her away. his life. However, the last message received had not been deleted, perhaps because it had to do with something very intimate about his way of being, and there it was, saved in his phone's memory, and from time to time he would reread it when She was alone, like that afternoon in her bedroom: she pressed the "messages" key and He searched in "messages received", and with some eagerness he pressed the one he was looking for: --"Do you make jackets? I would like to know how, can you tell me?" Staring at the tiny mobile phone screen I imagined his response to the message: "Do you still want to know how I do it?" caressed the clitoris with the middle finger of the right hand, I put it at the entrance from the little cave a finger of the left hand and I play to penetrate myself, not with all the finger, but just a little bit, with the tip of the finger moving there, pressing a little, feeling how the hole opens, the finger on the clitoris becomes more active, it moves on that hard and sensitive thing, I make circles on it, it I caress, I pamper him gently at first, little by little, I continue like this, more and more agitated and hot; The juices wet my fingers and I continue, the smell of my pucha floods the fourth, I continue caressing myself, opening the fleshy lips of the woman with my fingers. seed, the entire area becomes more sensitive and swells, the juices drain between my fingers and soak all my sex, I feel that something delicious runs from the tips of my feet and quickly climbs up my legs, which I have spread wide open. beat, and I close my eyes enjoying the enormous pleasure, and I feel that the breath leaves, escapes from me, and suddenly it ends, the coming comes to me, tumultuous, at times, making my body jump uncontrollably on the bed, but other times it comes to me slowly, very softly, until it makes me sigh and I end up wet, satisfied, panting, sighing." "Is that so? Would you be able to say all that in a text message?" cell phone? Better an email, yes, but how?" he thinks as he takes off his clothes, first the skirt of the uniform where she works as a teacher, Scottish to plaid, school, then the white blouse, and when she tries to unbutton the bra He looks at the window, the curtains open letting in the evening sun, and he He gets out of bed to draw the curtains, leaving a beam of light that illuminates the room, and stops there, next to the window, letting the beam of sun illuminates his face, and he thinks, imagines "but how can I tell him all that? How can tell him everything I feel when doing it? How can I tell him that only I know how caress my nub?, that only I know every contour of my sex, every corner, every fold, how can I explain to him that I remember how my friend responds? body?, that no man will ever know how to touch me the way I touch myself, that sometimes only just pass my hand over my panties and feel the tiny ridges of my hairs and the fleshy edges of the lips to excite me and feel that it reaches me orgasm, how can I tell him that sometimes the coming is so fast that I need masturbate two or three times? I would be at a loss for words and perhaps neither he nor anyone another to really understand what I feel and everything I do with my fingers". Without meaning to, she remains still, standing in front of her mirror. bedroom, look at her semi-naked body, her breasts imprisoned by her bra black, the camber of his belly marked by stretch marks, below his blue underwear already something worn out-- and a forbidden thought comes to your mind: "what if?" and the slight Shivering runs through her body, she knows she is alone at home, her mother is visiting. with one of his brothers, he could do that, he says to himself in silence while his eyes scan the room and he feels the shuddering becoming more intense, just a little but his legs tremble, and with the thought he counts the days, ten, twelve, perhaps, almost two weeks that it is not touched; then it he decides, walks to the door with the intention of closing it but stops, "no, better this way, I'll think that someone sees me while I'm doing my jacket, hmm, it will be "exciting" and sighs as he lies back on the bed, his gaze fixated on the ceiling of the room, where the fan and the lamp are - what if you were able to speak, what would they not say about what I have done in this room!, it is said--, while his hands slide his underwear down his legs until he removes it with his hands. feet; then he looks down, sees his sex with long, rebellious hairs, grown, and among them some white gray hair, and closes his eyes, while his right hand runs over his belly, feels loose, goes further down until he touches the hairs and when a finger runs along the slit you perceive the roughness of the lips internal, which in their case protrude from the seed separating the labia majora, chubby, dark; slowly passes the index finger of the right hand, knows Well, her pussy will respond almost immediately, opening, as if craving the caress; When you reach the beginning of the seed, look for your clitoris with the tip of your finger. his little button, it is not difficult for him to find it by pulling his lips to the sides and Sighing, leave the index finger of your right hand there and imagine, sigh, think; His eyes go to the door and his mind recreates an image from years ago: She with her legs open, lying on her back on her mother's bed, pulling the edge of her panties, showing her hairy sex to one of her first boyfriends so that she could "wank off" at will; and relive the excitement of both As she did so, the boy's frantic attempts at flirting with her like that, and she sharing that forbidden situation, in the end the streams of snot splashing her legs, her hairy sex, her pink satin panties, both moaning or sighing; At that moment he feels that he cannot delay the coming any longer and groans, Her hand almost violently rubs her hot and juicy pussy and her body jumps. on the mattress, the spasms make him close his legs while he noisily he moans a huge "aaaaaahhhh", and between his thighs his right hand shakes flickering with her fingers the throbbing pucha, her vagina contracts with spasms delicious that make her say things like "yes, put it in, more, all of it, I want it all, give it to me don't take it out, more, like this, harder, more", while his fingers dance inside her vagina, in the end she remains as if dead, moaning very quietly. A while later, dressed in her nightgown, still wearing the embers of recent experience sits in front of the computer, ready to tell her ex-lover by email everything she felt when masturbate: "Hello dear! Do you still want to know how I do it? I hope you Yes, a while ago I made my jacket, and not once but three times, I'm going to tell you, I hope you get horny and do it with one of my panties that I left in your department, do you remember? Yes? Well, it turns out that" and his fingers work on the keyboard, determined, anxious, telling some of their secrets intimacies. Comments: micifuz6@yahoo.como.mxmicifuz66@starmedia.com