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I was not expecting to have my rematch so soon. Dad is currently standing in the opposite corner, even at his age he still manages to keep up his musclebear appearance. Though I have a slight weight advantage, I suspect it doesn’t mean much to him considering the outcome of our previous fight. Dad is really skilled when it comes to wrestling, it’s his day job after all. If I want to win this match, I need to use my strength to my advantage somehow.

“Ready to lose again, Son?” Dad says as he stretches his arms up in the air, his naked frame on full display. We don’t even bother with gears this time around, it’s going to be a full-on sex fight from the very beginning. The loser will be the one who cums first, and I think I have a good chance of winning this time around, I just need to watch out for his tricks.

“Bring it on, old man!” I say. We both meet up at the center of the ring. Dad crouches low while extending his hands toward me, and I follow suit. Our hands lock with each other and immediately I feel him trying to push me. I brace myself and hold my ground, betting on my pride as a lineman. But when I start pushing forward, Dad steps to the side, making me lurch forward much more than anticipated. He trips my foot as I move, causing me to land belly first on the mat. “Oof!”

Dad gets on top of me in an instant, putting his weight on top of my back while his hands try to pin my head down. I can feel his dick grinding against my ass crack, and I think about letting him stay there for a while. But I don’t want to give up this early in the match, so I push up and turn myself around, causing him to lose his balance and fall next to me. For once I am quick to capitalize on his mistake, I pounce on him like a tiger pouncing on a deer. My body collides with him, driving him down to the mat. I drag my lower body across his torso as I shift my weight over his upper body, my ass brushing against that forest of hair that covers his chest. I come to a stop when my crotch is right where I want it to be, on top of his face putting him in a schoolboy pin. He smiles as he takes a good view of my cock and balls, which has gotten semi-hard from all the wrestling action.

“You want to suck on that dick?” I start taunting him. To my surprise he extends his tongue, licking the tip of my mushroom head. My dick jerks upward from the unexpected move. I don’t want to give him easy access to my dick, so I move backward slightly away from the reach of his tongue. I start leaning back to reach for his defenseless dick. I grab it with one meaty hand and start jacking it off furiously. Dad starts moaning uncontrollably. I can feel that dick growing really quickly, within a minute I can feel his 7 inches of girthy bear cock within my grasp.

Just as I feel comfortable with my position, however, Dad suddenly kicks his legs up. His ankles wrap around my head and he pulls me down with one quick motion. Now that he’s the one pinning me, it’s my turn to start moaning as he starts fondling my balls and playing with my dick. I grab his legs and try to pry them off of my head. Dad is stronger than he looks, and it takes me some time before I can fully free myself. By the time I roll away from him, my dick is already fully erect.

We both stand up at almost the same time. Looks like neither of us managed to get the upper hand just yet, which I consider a win in my book. I have more stamina than him, so the longer this goes on the better it gets for me. We start circling each other. Dad extends his hand inviting casino oyna me for another grappling match. I am hesitant to accept, but suddenly I have an idea. I accept his offer, locking hands with him for the second time in the match. But before he can follow up with anything, I yank him toward me and give his belly a powerful uppercut! He clearly isn’t expecting that as I feel my fist hitting his unflexed gut. Air goes out of his mouth as he doubles over in pain. I pull my arm back and wrap it over his neck, then pull him down in a DDT, slamming his face onto the mat. Not bad for my first attempt.

I stand up and roll him over onto his back. I grab both of his legs and spread them apart before I stomp his groin with my bare foot. Dad starts moaning out loud as I keep my foot there to grind against his cock and balls, and soon I can feel the bottom of my foot slick with my old man’s precum. He seems to be really enjoying it by the look of his face.

“Ready to blow your load, old man?” I say half jokingly.

Dad only replies with another moan. But his demeanor suddenly changes, like he just remembered that we’re in a competition. He kicks his legs out of my arms and slams both his feet onto my midsection, pushing me off of him. He quickly rolls to the side of the ring and stands back up. I am not about to let him recover, so I approach him and try to grab him just as he gets onto his feet. But Dad knows what I am trying to do and he swings his elbow hitting my jaw, stunning me for a second. He then grabs my arm and whips me toward one corner of the ring. I am unable to stop myself in time, and so my body smacks against the cornerpost at the end of my run. Not a second later I feel Dad’s 300 lbs body slamming onto my back with a massive body avalanche, driving me even deeper into the corner.

My body feels weak after that body slam, but Dad keeps me pinned in the corner with his huge frame. He presses his body closer to mine, his hard dick grinding against my butt. I actually wouldn’t mind if he decides to fuck me right there and then, but instead he turns me around and starts playing with my nips. He gives my balls a gentle squeeze with one hand while working on my left nip with his other hand. He leans down and presses his face against my pecs, sucking on my right nip. Unable to resist all the stimulation, my cock starts leaking out pre. He makes sure to fully coat my dick with all the pre before bringing his hand up and inserting his sticky fingers into my mouth. I instinctively suck on those fingers, tasting a little bit of my own pre.

Dad wraps his arm around my neck and pulls me toward the middle of the ring. With one quick leg sweep, my body lands on the canvas with a thud. He then kneels on top of me and wraps his thick thighs around my head, putting me in a headscissor. With his cock right on top of my face, I can’t help but get a good whiff of his manly musk. He doesn’t put a lot of pressure into the hold, but it’s tight enough that I won’t be able to slip out easily. He probably just wants me to get a good view of his cock, and I’m not complaining about that.

“Liking your position, son? Don’t worry, you’ll be sucking on that soon enough.” Dad ruffles my hair for a bit before pressing my face onto his balls. My moans are muffled now that my mouth is pressed deeply against his groin. I start caressing both sides of his hips, admiring that magnificent thickness of his frame.

After what feels like several minutes being in that humiliating position, Dad slot oyna finally releases me. Looking down I can see that my cock has let out a good amount of pre which is now dripping onto the canvas. He stands up and pulls me back onto my feet, then wraps both his arms around me, putting me in a bearhug. I can immediately feel the pressure as he flexes his arms. Even at his age, Dad still has some solid muscles underneath all that flab. Both of my arms are trapped and my leaking cock is squished between our bellies. His cock is also brushing against the underside of my balls as he adjusts the bearhug. It reminds me of our first match where he forces me to blow a load with this very same hold.

“Ooohhh!” I groan, not because of the pain from the bearhug, but from the sensation of my cock rubbing against his hairy belly. I feel like I can blow my load any time now. Dad is smiling, I can see it in his eyes that he’s confident about the outcome of this match. Am I going to lose for the third time in a row? I close my eyes feeling that sensation on my cock. I take a deep breath, at least as much as I can while in a bearhug. Then I bring my head forward and slam my forehead against his. WHAM! His hold immediately loosens up. I bring my head back and headbutt him a second time. WHAM! He lets go of his bearhug and I wrap both of my arms around him. I let out a heavy grunt as I lift him up to the side and slam him onto the mat. BAM! I roll away from him and try to recover, still feeling a bit woozy from the headbutt. Dad groans as he tries to get on all fours.

I manage to get back onto my feet before him. Looks like the headbutt had more effect on him than myself. I walk over to him and lift him up over my back, putting him in a torture rack. It takes me a few seconds to adjust his position but when I finally feel stable enough, I start pulling down on his neck and thigh. Dad starts groaning in pain and tapping my chest frantically. If this was a submission match I would have won already, but I loosen up my hold anyway because I don’t want to hurt my old man. I adjust his position once more so that I can grab his junk, I can feel it leaking quite a bit now. I add a little bit of pressure on his neck as I slowly stroke his shaft, and his groans turn into moans.

It’s time to finish him off. I let go of the torture rack, causing his body to fall onto the mat. The ring shakes once again as his back lands with a thud. He immediately lets out a loud groan as he arches his back, hopefully that wasn’t too much for him. We’re both panting and sweating hard now. I step over his body, both of my feet positioned on either side of his chest. I sit down on top of him before going immediately for that leaking cock, grabbing it and inserting it into my mouth. I am sure there is nothing he can do in this situation, he is severely weakened and my massive body is pinning him down. He gets to have a good view of my ass too as I bring him closer to his defeat. But I suddenly feel his hand grabbing my own cock. My panic quickly turns into pleasure as he starts sucking on my cock the same way I am sucking on his.

We maintain that position for a while, Dad and Son sucking each other’s cock, trying to make the other blow his load first. At first I think I have the upper hand since he looks like he’s about to blow, but Dad is more resilient than I give him credit for. After about a minute of cock sucking, I can feel myself getting close to the edge. I consider backing out of this endurance match but Dad wraps his arms canlı casino siteleri around my ass preventing me from escaping. With only one thing left to do, I start sucking on his cock like my life depended on it. Dad starts squirming uncomfortably, I can also feel his balls churning within my grasp. I know he’s close, and with one last SUUUCK his body shudders with pleasure as he bucks his hips upward impaling his cock deeper into my mouth. His cock then explodes, releasing wave after wave of warm jizz that completely coats the inside of my mouth. The sensation sends me over the edge as well, and my cock promptly erupts, releasing my own spunk inside his mouth. Feeling lightheaded, my mouth opens up slightly causing some of his jizz to drip out of my mouth. I swallow his remaining load before rolling to the side, exhausted after such a hard fight.

For the next minute or so, I can only hear the sound of me and my Dad breathing and recovering from the match. I can feel beads of sweat rolling down the side of my face. “Ha… Looks like I got you this time, old man.” I say, finally breaking the silence.

“Are you sure it wasn’t a draw, son?” He pauses for a second. “Just kidding, you did get me there. Barely.”

It’s true, I nearly threw away my advantage by pulling that risky maneuver, but still I feel proud for beating my Dad in a wrestling match. “Well, if you’re not satisfied with the result you’re always welcome to get a rematch.”

Dad gives out a chuckle. “Heh, I’ll consider that. For now, though, I think you’re ready to step up to the next stage. I’d like you to meet some of my wrestling friends, we can arrange something between you and one of them. I already have a good candidate in mind, too. Of course this is only if you’re completely fine with it.”

I start thinking about the offer. A wrestling match against some of his friends?

“Sorry, I know that came out of nowhere.” Dad continues, “Feel free to think about it some more, I’ll be fully supportive of you no matter what your answer is.”

“No, there’s no need to think about it some more. I want to do it, but only if you’ll be there to watch.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll fight too. You may have beaten me today but you still need an expert to show you the ropes. Now I just have to ask a few of my friends and maybe we can come up with something nice to welcome you to our club.”

If that means what I think it means, I would definitely be in for a nice treat. But whatever it is, I will try my best to make my Dad proud.

END

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Author’s Note: Hey there. This chapter took a really long time to finish, I think it’s been two years now since the last one? It took me this long mostly because I was lazy, but also because I had several different directions to take this story. I restarted this chapter a couple of times at least. I know this type of story isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but I also know that some of you are a huge fan. I am thankful for the kind messages you have given me, I was definitely surprised when I still got a comment one year after the last chapter was published. Without those messages, this chapter certainly wouldn’t have come out. At the same time, I think now is the appropriate time to end the story of this particular pair of father and son. Due to life circumstances I won’t have a lot of time to write anymore, so this might even be the last thing I will publish. But hey, who knows what’s going to happen in the future? I may come back eventually when I’m ready, but until then, I will lurk around and enjoy the content you guys come up with. If you think you have a creative spark within yourself, I would encourage you to try writing your own stories as well. Let me assure you that many of us would appreciate it. Cheers!

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SUNDAY

It was my third time in England and the big British Airways jet came in over London and touched down at Heathrow thirty minutes early. As usual, it seemed to take almost as long to taxi and disembark as it had to cross the Atlantic, but finally I made my way with the other passengers along a carpeted corridor with a one way mirror at the end and came out into the baggage area. I had my laptop, as usual, and a bottle of Scotch I’d bought at O’Hare.

I was making my way to the carousel when a hand touched my arm and I turned to see a tall man in a dark suit.

“Mr. Harper?” he asked. “Thomas Harper?”

I nodded.

“Would you come with me please, sir.” There was no question at the end of the sentence, and his hand continued to hold my forearm.

“What’s this about?” I asked.

“No need to worry, sir. If you would accompany me, please.”

I’d been on the ground only a couple of minutes, and already met someone who sounded like Dick van Dyke. Maybe the movies weren’t all wrong after all.

He led me away from the baggage area, opened a door with a swipe card and then along an uncarpeted corridor, and when he opened the next door we were outside again. A limousine waited, it’s back door open and he led me to the car, his hand on my arm once more, as if he thought I might make a break for it.

Me! This never happened to me. I’ve been through more airport security than most people, and even after 9/11, I was always the one they waved through with a nod. They rarely even asked me to remove my shoes any more. Safe face, I guess.

I made a token resistance between the building and the car. “Can you tell me what this is about?”

“I’m afraid I can’t, sir.” He looked at me and surprised me by shrugging. “I’m afraid I don’t know any more than you, Mr. Harper. I was asked to bring you here and put you in the car. That’s all.” He pronounced it as “awl”.

“And if I refuse?”

“I was told that wasn’t an option.” His face, which had softened, hardened up again.

I had not been nervous before, just puzzled. Now my stomach jumped and fluttered. Had they mistaken me for someone?

The hand on my arm was firm. The car idled, pale exhaust rising into the cool morning.

I’m no action man, no fighter, and there was nothing at all I could think to do so I ducked into the car and the man closed the door behind me. At least the locks didn’t suddenly click down, like you’d see in some thriller.

I looked at the back of the head of the driver, surprised, though I don’t know why, that he was sitting on the wrong side of the car.

“Do you have any idea what this is about?” I asked.

He made no reply, just accelerated away and turned onto a perimeter road. I sat, uneasy in the seat, and became away of perfume trapped in the car. It was something familiar, musky with an undertone of spice and I associated it with heat and sunshine, but could not place it any better than that. We travelled fast around the airfield for a mile and pulled up in front of a Jury’s Inn hotel. It wasn’t smart, but I had stayed in worse over the years. Aircrew were coming and going through the doors and it was obviously where they stayed on stop over. The driver came around, opened the door for me.

I stepped out and walked into the hotel, stood for a moment, alone, wondering what to do next. Then the perfume returned, stronger and I turned to one side and saw Desi standing beside a pillar, arms crossed, glaring at me.

I smiled, held out my hand and she ignored it.

“Good to see you again, Desi,” I said.

Her features didn’t soften. “I just want you to know this was against my advice,” she said.

“What was?”

“This whole…” She shook her head, searching for the right words, gave up. “This whole stupid… thing!” She stared hard at me, then turned without another word and strode across the lobby.

Because I didn’t know what else to do I followed. I wasn’t stupid. Surprised, yes, but not stupid. I could guess where she was taking me, and my heart began to pound in my chest.

All the way up in the elevator (although it said Lift above the door as we entered) she stood in one corner, arms still crossed, face still pulled into an angry frown.

The bell pinged, the doors opened and we stepped into a corridor. Desi led me along it to the end, swiped a key card and nodded. She stayed where she was. I pushed the door open and stepped through.

Niki was standing at the window. The room was normal size, maybe sixteen feet long with an en-suite taking up most of one side by the door. The bed was enormous, as if making it bigger implied class.

She stared out through the triple glazing, and beyond I saw planes landing and taking off, unbelievably close, unbelievably silent, except I could feel a faint tremor in the floor each time they powered up.

“Niki,” I said, my voice fluttering.

She still didn’t turn. “Why, Thomas?” she said.

“Why what?”

“I thought we had something good together, something real. Why did you just leave?”

“Niki…” I took casino siteleri three paces towards her, and hearing me she raised her hand behind her, palm up and stopped me.

“Don’t, Thomas. Just tell me what was so wrong with me, so I know, and then you can leave.”

“Niki,” I said again, my voice breaking. “There is nothing wrong with you. Nothing at all. Not one single tiny little thing. You’re perfect.”

“Ha!” she exclaimed. “So fucking perfect you walk out without saying goodbye. You leave and I never see you again. Thomas, can you even imagine how much pain that gave me?”

“Niki, I’m sorry,” and I started towards her again. Her hand came up higher, stiffer, but this time I ignored it, continued to her and up to her and put one hand on her waist, the other on her left shoulder. Her rigid arm slid over my shoulder, the muscle hard and trembling.

I felt her stiffen, go rigid.

“Dont…” she whispered.

I put my head close to hers. “Niki, I love you. I love you more than anyone I have ever loved in my life.”

She turned her head, just her head, looking at me from the side of her eyes.

“So why did you leave like that, Thomas? Why?” It was the cry of a young girl who has lost her first comfort blanket, a heartbroken cry that knew the world would never be the same again.

“Because it was a dream, Niki. Because when everyone else came in, I realized it was a dream. That was your world, not mine. I couldn’t believe I was a part of that, could be a part of that. D’you think it didn’t hurt me as well? But I thought I was doing what was best, for both of us.”

“But we felt right, Thomas. Me and you, it felt right. Didn’t you feel that as well?”

I pulled her back against me and she came, stiffly. “I felt that,” I said. “But it was a dream, Niki, for me. You are just so beautiful, your world so different from mine. I couldn’t believe it was any more than a fling for you. I didn’t want to hang around until you grew tired of me and broke my heart. I couldn’t stand that, Niki, I couldn’t have lived with that.” I realized I was crying, tears sliding down my cheeks.

“I loved you so much that week,” I continued. “It was the best week of my life, and you the best thing that ever happened to me. But I’m fifty in two weeks, for God’s sake, and you’re half my age, and a thousand, no a million times more attractive. Things like this don’t happen, not to middle aged men from Chicago.”

Her arm, until then still held awkwardly over my shoulder, softened and she moved it around and placed it over mine on her left shoulder.

“Did you not think of me, Thomas?” she asked softly. “Did you not think I felt love as well? I thought you knew I did.”

“I thought…” My voice caught and I stopped, took a breath. “I thought you believed you loved me. But I thought I knew better. Niki… I thought I knew your heart better than you did.” My voice trembled and caught again and I couldn’t continue.

Finally she turned, turned and came inside my arms and I hugged her close and put my cheek against hers. My tears rolled down my face and joined with hers and she gasped against me, taking air in with an effort, sobbing against me.

I held her, smoothing her hair. It had grown out in the three months since we had met, still fine and soft but falling now to below her shoulders.

I felt her slim body shaking against mine and stroked her back.

Her perfume enveloped me, filling my head.

I wanted to kiss her, but didn’t know if she would let me.

I waited while she cried. Sniffed and held back my own tears. Waited again.

Slowly, gradually, she stilled against me. She moved, let a breath out and softened against my body.

I lifted my hand and touched her face and slowly she allowed me to turn it and look at me.

We stood close, our lips almost touching.

“I love you so much, Niki,” I whispered.

“I cannot let you break my heart again, Thomas.”

“I would never do that.”

“You already have,” she said.

I felt tears well again in my eyes.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen, Niki.”

“But it did.”

“Niki, I love you. I want to-” I stopped. Even now I believed she was too out of reach to be real.

She put her hand on my lips.

“Don’t say it if you don’t mean it, Thomas.”

My lips tingled where she touched me. Her scent, her warmth, drawing me in.

I thought about her, about me, and I did want to say it, I did mean it. I looked into her eyes, saw the need in them.

“Sit down,” I said. “I need to tell you something.”

She looked puzzled, but slid out of my arms and sat on the bed, leaning back against the pillows, rucking the covers with her feet when she kicked off her sandals, pulled her knees up and linked her hands around them. She stared at me, waiting. She was as beautiful and elegant as ever, even with her face damp with tears and her eyes pink from crying. She was dressed in a plain cream silk blouse, cream linen pants cut loose.

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her and started to slot oyna speak.

“I made a mistake, Niki. I know that now, and I knew it almost immediately then. I sat on the plane leaving Miami and before the seat belt sign went off I knew it was a mistake. But by then I couldn’t turn back. When I landed in Chicago I called the hotel, but you had gone.”

Niki looked at me, making no comment.

“So I waited,” I said. “I went home and thought it over, and then I tried to find you. D’you know how difficult you are to find? You have agencies and managers and protectors, and I can understand why, but it meant I couldn’t reach you. I left messages. I left a hundred messages in the first month.”

“I didn’t get any messages,” she whispered.

“I didn’t know that. I thought you were just ignoring me, and that’s what I thought was happening. Why would I think that someone as special as you would want to hear from me again? I thought we had something special. That week in Miami was different for me, and I thought, I hoped, it was for you as well.”

She gave the slightest nod, barely a movement, but it encouraged me to go on.

“So I stalked you on the web. I searched for your name and found news about you, managed to track where you had been, but never where you were going. I could have flown to Paris, to Moscow, to Bejing but it would be after you left. I knew where you had been, never where you were. And you didn’t reply to my messages.”

“I didn’t know, Thomas.”

“And if you had known?” I asked.

Tears welled heavy in her eyes again. She twisted round, moved down the bed and came to me. Her arms snaked around my shoulders, her head pressed against mine.

“I would have answered them, Thomas. Every one of them. Every single one. I thought you didn’t care! My heart hurt so much I didn’t know if it would ever stop.”

“You could have found me,” I said.

She drew back and looked at me, her hands on my face.

“I didn’t think you wanted me to,” she sobbed.

“Oh Niki, this is so fucked up.”

“No it’s not. We can fix this, Thomas. We can, can’t we?”

She waited. Her hands trembled against my cheeks. Her eyes searched deep into mine.

I could hardly breath, and the thought ran through my mind: Great, now I keel over with a heart attack!

“Do you really mean that Niki?”

She nodded, beautiful, tearful.

“If I didn’t mean it, Thomas, I would not have tracked you down too. I would not have paid men to bring you here. I needed to know, Thomas, I needed to know why you abandoned me!” She started to cry softly again. “Even if the truth hurt, I needed to know why.”

“There was no why,” I said. “Only a foolish old man who should have listened to his own heart and ignored his head. But I need to know if you really mean it, Niki. Because I’m on the edge of committing to something here. And I’ve not done that for a long time. I thought I was never going to do it again. And I don’t think I could bear it if I commit and you… change your mind.”

“Oh Thomas, why would I ever do that?”

“Because you’re young and beautiful, unbelievably beautiful, and I’m middle aged and ordinary.”

“You are beautiful to me, Thomas. More beautiful than anyone ever before.”

I looked down, suddenly unwilling to look into her eyes, to search for the real truth.

“We can fix it, Niki,” I said. “If you want, we can fix it.”

“I want it, Thomas. Oh God, I want it!”

And now, finally, she kissed me. Softly at first, her lips so full and sweet, then becoming hungry and her mouth opened and her tongue came seeking mine.

My head spun, my heart hammered in my chest, and all I could feel was Niki pressed against me. And then someone knocked on the door. We both tried to ignore it but the knocking came again, louder, more urgent.

We drew apart and Niki looked at me. “It’s Desi,” she said. “I’ve got a plane to catch in a couple of minutes.”

“Where will you be?”

“Madrid. Until Saturday.”

“And then?”

Desi knocked again, and I could hear her voice shouting through the door. Something about the plane was not going to wait whoever she was.

“Tell me what you want me to do, Thomas.”

I stared at her, couldn’t think.

“Call me, Niki. Call me this week, when I can think properly.”

She kissed me again. Clung to me a moment then tugged away. “I have to go, Thomas, I’m sorry. I’ll call. I love you…”

Eventually I got up from the bed, washed my face in the bright bathroom, and returned to the revolving doors to find the same car that had brought me an hour ago still waiting. The driver was sitting on the hood smoking a cigarette, and when he saw me he crushed it under his foot and opened the rear door.

“I’ve got some luggage,” I said.

“Taken care of sir. It’s in the boot.”

“Where?”

“Sorry. In the trunk, sir. I picked it up for you, Mr. Harper.”

I nodded, still not fully come round from my session with Niki, and slumped down into the soft leather seats.

We drove out from the airport and canlı casino siteleri picked up the highway into London. Over to my right planes continued to stack up and follow each other in, only minutes between each one.

The journey took most of an hour, traffic building as we got closer to the center.

“I’m staying at the Holiday Inn,” I said.

“I think that’s been changed, Mr. Harding,” he said.

“Changed?”

“I’ve been instructed to take you to the Park Lane Hotel, sir. I believe your booking has been re-arranged.”

Niki, I thought, and smiled.

MONDAY

I worked. I’m sure it was not the best work I’ve ever done, but I’ve been doing it so long now I can manage on auto pilot through most of it. The company was a large multinational, the contract for a huge amount, and I did try, and as the week went on I was sure I would get better.

In the evening I wandered the streets of London, ducking in and out of narrow streets around Soho, some full of cafes and bars, some sleazy and lined with strip clubs and sex shops.

I kept my cellphone charged and waited for a call. Nothing came that day.

TUESDAY

I walked through the park opposite the hotel, moving slowly, watching people jogging, cycling, riding horses.

My cell was in my pocket, and every now and then I took it out, checked for a signal, checked the battery was charged.

I went to bed early, lay under the covers watching the lights filter around the heavy drapes, car headlights reflecting and washing the ceiling.

I was starting to drift, hanging in that place between wake and sleep when my phone sounded and vibrated across the bedside cabinet. I jumped, grabbed it and pressed answer.

I lifted the phone to my ear and listened.

“Niki…?”

“Thomas.” It was her, her gently accented voice. I pictured a suite in Madrid, Niki sitting there. My Niki.

“I’ve been waiting, Niki,” I said. “I wasn’t sure you would call.”

“I needed to think, Thomas.”

“And have you?”

“Some.”

I waited, could not wait. “And?”

“You hurt me very much.”

“I know. And if I could take that back I would do it, in an instant. I never meant for that to happen.”

“But it did,” she said. “And I have to consider that. I have to consider what it would feel like if that happened again.”

“Niki, it will never happen again. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“You do?” Her voice sounded young, uncertain.

“I do,” I said.

“I’ll call tomorrow,” she said. “Same time?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

She rang off. I looked at the phone for a long time, stroking the plastic case as though that could bring me closer to her, then I put it back on the nighstand and rolled over. Three minutes later the phone buzzed again. I rolled back and picked it up, but it wasn’t a call. I looked at the screen, saw there was a picture message, scrolled through and opened it.

It was Niki, sitting in her room. She must have placed the phone on a chair and used the timer. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, half turned away, completely naked, staring into the camera. Her face was serious, but beautiful.

I stared at the picture, drawing her image in like a thirsty man draws in water. It was Niki. Beautiful, unbelievable Niki.

WEDNESDAY

I searched the web and discovered John Hiatt was playing playing in Hammersmith with the Goners, took the tube and managed to buy a ticket from a tout at four times face value and lost myself in loud rock, my ears ringing as I clattered back to the hotel through the hot underground network. Sitting in the carriage I took my cell out, knowing there was no signal down here, and saw a missed call, number withheld. It must have rung when I was in the theater, the music too loud for me to hear it, not feeling the vibration in my pocket.

I swore softly to myself, tried everything I knew to return the call as I walked back from the tube station to the hotel, but nothing worked.

Sticky from the gig I showered and climbed naked into bed. I poured myself two fingers of the good malt I had brought over, sipped it slowly, savoring the peaty aftertaste.

My phone rang and I picked it up to hear Niki sobbing.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong.”

“That Desi is a cunt, Thomas. She’s a bitch.”

“What’s the matter?”

“She keeps on and on about you. Keeps saying you would be a big mistake. Says you don’t really love me. You only want my money, want me because I’m rich. Tell me she’s lying, Thomas, tell me!”

“Of course she is, Niki. She’s jealous, she’s scared… she’s probably insecure. She’s known you a long time. You’re close. She doesn’t know what to make of me.”

“I don’t want to hear these things, Thomas, not about you. I know your heart. I know it!”

“Tell me about it, Niki… tell me all about it.”

She talked for twenty minutes, and slowly her sobbing eased and then stopped. Desi did sound as though she was being been pretty harsh, but I could understand why she felt that way, and I tried to calm Niki down, to make her understand that Desi loved her too, she had to believe that.

“She’s not really trying to hurt you,” I said. “She’s just scared.”

“But she is hurting me if she says I cannot be with you, Thomas.”

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It’s funny when you live in an apartment building in New York city you began to see the same people at different points in their life. There are the early morning commuters who are driven in their careers, racing to the gym to start their days. There are the partiers who usually enter and exit the building either late at night when they are heading out to the clubs or early in the morning when returning from them. Then there are the stay at homes who have kids or who work out of their apartments as day traders or writers. Like me they live life on their terms and by their rules.

I usually meet them while riding the elevators in the middle of the day while taking a break from my work to go out for a run or a sprint at the gym. That’s how it was when I first met Alyssa and Robert. I was in my workout gear – shorts and a T – returning from a morning run, panting and sweaty. They were returning from getting their morning paper in robes. We laughed about our casualness and at the day-breakers as they called them. You know, the people who went to an office.

Our conversation was light and bright and focused on how we all loved the flexibility of our days, able to do whatever we wanted, as long as it didn’t get in the way of our work. The three of us were on the same path it seemed, that rare mix of drive tempered with a freestyle sense of living.

Their apartment was on the top floor and as I exited they asked if I wanted to come up for a cup of coffee. I said, “why not? Let me just grab a quick shower and change out of my clothes.” It’s funny because I thought I heard Alyssa say “oh, don’t bother. I doubt you’ll be in them long.” My floor pinged and the doors opened, and the three of us froze. It was one of those moments, a cross road in the day.

Robert reached his hand out to stop me from exiting and said simply, “We’re more of a come as you are kind of couple.”

I smiled not really understanding where it was going, but I was willing to go with them no matter where it led.

Sure enough the door to their apartment opening into a sun-filled penthouse, well appointed in mid-century modern casino oyna furniture, with a sliding glass door that in turn opened onto a rooftop deck.

I couldn’t help but think “these people are doing pretty well for stay-at-homes. Robert excused himself to make us some coffee as Alyssa sat herself down a chic couch and smiled at me.

“Jay, please make yourself at home. If you’d like there is a shower just through those doors,” as she crossed her legs letting the opening of her robe fall open to reveal her knees and lower thighs. I couldn’t help buy let my eyes jump down to her tanned flesh.

I shook my head, no and thanked her all the same.

“It’s okay, Roberts probably already taking one. He’s probably forgotten all about our lattes.”

I managed a smile and a laugh at her inside joke.

Robert hadn’t gotten back yet, so we made some small talk about the building, and the city. Turns out they were both real estate brokers for a high-end firm, “It’s why we need to keep our home nice, but we’re really very casual people. Neither of us can stand pretenses to be honest.”

I nodded as Robert came around the corner with two lattes, wet hair, and a towel tucked around his waist.

“Sorry for the delay, but I jumped in for a quick shower,” he said. It was less an apology as it was just a simple fact. Alyssa and I could both see what was a very nice package changing his towel into a well endowed horizontal tent.

Alyssa laughed and admonished Robert, “Robert, you’re embarrassing our guest. To which Robert parried’ “Oh I’m sorry, did you not want a latte?”

I laughed it off and told them both not to worry, “I often tent out after a morning workout.”

Alyssa just smiled, “I never worry. I just like to watch.”

I realized Robert had come up behind me. I could feel his presence and froze before he actually touched me. I felt his hands on my shoulders giving me a few squeezes in a poor excuse for a massage. My mind jumped just a little as his hands passed over my shoulders and down to my chest, landing with two fingers on each nipple.

I could slot oyna also feel his tented cock press into my right cheek. Alyssa just kept smiling at me, catching and holding my eyes as Robert’s hand drifted down past my abs and beneath the waist band of my shorts.

I don’t know if he knew how sensitive my nipples are, but his fingers touching, flicking and squeezing them was only outdone when he came up under my arms to start licking and gently biting them as his hand began to massage my cock and balls.

I could feel his hard-on press into my backside as I pressed back into him. And yes, there was Alyssa watching us get it on with a big smile on her face, rubbing slow circles into her pussy.

Her eyes began to glaze over as Robert helped me step out of my shorts while stroking my cock, bending around to slide his lips around it, dropping to his knees and taking me deeply into his mouth and throat.

I almost came then and there as he slid my entire endowment down his throat without bottoming out. His mouth quickly dipped to my balls pausing only to lick and spit on that wonderfully sensitive spot just below my sac. I could feel his saliva lubricating every fold and crease, as he began to spread that delicious lubrication all over my cock, my balls, and my ass. His fingers left light scratches up and down my thighs until I felt the flat of his hand spank my inner thighs, my ass, my outer thighs. With every spank I watched as Alyssa’s eyes lit up and her hand work itself into her pussy a little deeper.

I let out a low moan as Robert spit on my ass and then slid his tongue into me. At first he licked around the wrinkles of my anus, with each lap pushing deeper and deeper into me until I felt his finger slide up and inside of my ass.

He bent me over until my mouth was just at Alyssa’s wet pussy. He continued to pump my ass with his finger, first one and then two. I looked up and into Alyssa’s eyes, she was smiling at Robert as he rimmed and fingered me deeply. There I was getting spit roasted by the couple I just met in the elevator not even an hour before. I smiled, my lips wet canlı casino siteleri like a glazed doughnut as I licked and sucked on her clit.

I felt myself being turned around, my wet and waiting lips passing over his glorious penis as I felt her spit on my ass to lubricate it for her fingers. I felt her rub my opening and massage its puckered hole gently as she pushed in firmly. I also felt his glorious 8 inches softly glide by my lips. I opened my mouth taking as much in as I wrapped my lips around him. I played with the tip of his mushroomed head, my tongue sliding across the slit of his dick before encircling his head and drawing back until his moans were loud and clear. My fingers played with his balls and pressed on that spot just below his sac. I dove once more, trying to take all of him in. I felt his hands on the back of my head pushing me further down until I could feel his pubic hair tickle my nose. His cock buried deep into my throat as I relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of him filling me.

My eyes closed for I don’t know how long. I drifted into a beautiful place of being used on both ends, happily I felt an up-swell of pleasure knowing I was giving them pleasure. I licked and savored his balls, leaving them wet with my spit before bringing all that saliva up along his dick and pulling a string of it out to my tongue. I slurped my own spit back into my mouth as I dove back onto his shaft, this time imitating a pussy being fucked only halfway in quick, short bursts.

Perhaps he thought he was doing me a favor by pulling out of my mouth because I felt his hot cum land on my back. It was such a turn-on that I almost came, but what was even more erotic was feeling Alyssa’s fingers massaging it into my skin.

When I woke up they were sitting on the couch, finishing their coffee.

“Good morning Jay. It’s nice to have you back with the living,” Robert smiled.

“You are such a delicious cunt. You really are you know,” said Alyssa.”

I could only smile and stammer.

Alyssa came over and kissed me on my lips. Robert gave me a firm slap on my ass. I was still spinning. I mean how often does this happen? My brain was still trying to wrap itself around this.

After some post-threesome teasing we all hugged at the door and winked our goodbyes, agreeing on having to do it all again.

And we did…

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INTRODUCTION

Connie Shutter, the mistress of a small-time New York diamond merchant, was visiting her parents in Toronto when she was bent forward in pain. She suspected the arrival of her baby was imminent.

White-faced, Connie said she was returning to New York.

“But you still have three days left with us,” Beryl her mom complained but Connie said, “Mom I think Barney will be arriving early and I want him born in America.”

Frank her father took them to the airport and Connie reached New York safely. Three days later, rather than a boy she aimed to call Barney, she gave birth to a girl. She had no name prepared for her daughter, having been so sure it would be a boy.

Within twenty-four hours Connie’s disappointment had evaporated and she held her red-faced and fat-cheeked daughter in her arms and called Samuel Levy.

Checking he was alone she said, “Sam I’m sorry. I’ve had our baby and it’s a girl.”

“No matter, we’ll try again. How are you?”

“Fine, surprisingly fine actually. Will you come to the apartment and see her? I go home tomorrow.”

“No, it’s a girl.”

“Sam please don’t be like that.”

“You promised me a boy. My wife and I have three girls and only one of my daughters has a child to date and she’s female.”

“I know and I’m sorry. The next one is bound to be a boy. Boys run in the Shutter family. I told you I have four brothers and dad’s brothers have five boys between them and only one girl.”

“Yeah so you told me. Get rid of her Connie as soon as you wean her. What’s her name?”

“I-I wanted you to name her.”

Sam snapped a baby must have a name. “Call her Kelly after a pretty girl who lived in our street when we were kids. We became friendly and she invited me to her birthday party.”

“What?”

“Must go. Contact me when you have got rid of the kid. Bye.”

However later in the day Sam relented somewhat and went to the hospital to see Connie but refused to see his daughter. He voluntarily acknowledged paternity by signing a VAP form and paid the hospital costs.

CHAPTER 1

A social worker accompanied by a policewoman called on Samuel Levy in his first-floor office suite.

“Yes how can I help you?” Sam asked the social worker after the two visitors had identified themselves. “None of my daughters has been in trouble I hope?”

The policewoman took notes as social worker Mrs Peach asked, “Are you familiar with the name Miss Connie Shutter?”

Startled Sam went to his office door and told his PA he was in private conference, not to admit anyone. He closed the door.

“Yes Mrs Peach. I know Miss Shutter.”

Sam gave her the address of Connie’s studio apartment on East 13th Street in East Village and said Connie had given birth to a baby three weeks ago.

“I regret to inform you Mr Levy that Miss Connie Shutter was knocked down by a speeding motorist this morning around 9:30 and the driver failed to stop. She died of severe internal injuries at the scene. When slammed to the ground Miss Shutter held up the baby and broke its fall. The little girl appears unharmed.”

“Ohmigod, Connie. And little Kelly is only three weeks old.”

“Yes it’s very tragic. I found you because you are registered as the father. Will you accept custody of the child?”

“I-I need to speak to my attorney about that. Please give me details where I may find Miss Shutter. I’ll take care of her.”

“Her parents are arriving about now to do that.”

“Tell me where Miss Shutter body is being held.”

“Not until I have consulted about that with the deceased parents Mr Levy. What about the child?”

“My attorney and I will speak to Miss Shutter’s parents about that.”

* * *

Attorney Virginia Ricardo said, “It’s a mess Sam. I suppose you want me to clean up for you?”

“Please,” Sam said mournfully to Virginia. They’d gone through high school together.

“Right, I accept the task providing you allow me to do it my way.”

“Yes,” Sam said dully.”

“You loved the woman, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I can see that. Give me details of the funeral home. I’ll go now. Her parents are probably still there, attempting to cope with their shock and grief.”

“I don’t have it but here’s the card of the welfare worker. I’ll come with you.”

“No you won’t. You agreed to do it my way. The parents might not want you there, perhaps thinking their daughter died because of you.”

“Jesus.”

“It’s how people can think Sam. I’ll keep you briefed. From what you have told me the parents will know you rejected the baby from the outset.”

The arrangement was Sam could attend the chapel service but must stay at the back row and not go forward and not say anything and leave as soon as the brief service ended. Mr and Mrs Shutter had arranged to have their daughter’s body taken home to Toronto for burial at a graveside service to be attended by immediate family.

Sam sat through the brief service grief-stricken, Virginia holding his hand. It was bad enough casino siteleri not being allowed to attend the burial but the Shutter’s had shocked him by wanting nothing to do with him because of his callous treatment of their daughter and baby Kelly.

Back in Virginia’s office she said bluntly, “We have a baby on our hands and she is in temporary foster care pending legal finality. What do you suggest?”

Sam wiped his eyes and ran a hand through his thinning hair. He was tall and lean and not unattractive, though right now his eyes were red with dark rings under them.

“You need sleep. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

“No Virginia. These are my instructions. You are to arrange for Kelly to be adopted, using some kind of agency to do this on my behalf to try to ensure she goes into a loving home. My identity is to remain unknown to her until she turns fourteen. You will be the conduit between us. I…”

“Sam my younger daughter lost her baby five months ago. They have been talking about starting over again. He’s an attorney. May I arrange to take them to see Kelly?”

“Yes of course. Providing you are satisfied I’ll have no objection to them adopting Kelly. Just leave me out of it apart from the legalities. I will deposit with you $30,000 dollars into a trust for Kelly that terminates when she turns thirty and the assets then go to her. I suggest the trust buys a wide range of stock. Stock can be sold to pay for any taxation and to pay for her schooling and any other special needs as approved by you and two fellow trustees. In the event of Kelly’s possible untimely death that trust automatically dissolves and the money reverts back to me or to my estate.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes.”

“It is both generous and rather heartless but I understand your position Sam. Once that trust is formed you will be divorced from it so it no longer figures as part of your assets. I’ll come back to you about this once I have consulted with the State Office of Children and Family Services.”

“Just do your best for that tiny kid Virginia.”

“Have you seen her yet?”

“No.”

“Do you wish to see her?”

“No.”

“I thought as much. You always were a hard bastard.”

“Thanks. Just do you job Virginia and in this instance excel at it.”

Virginia went to the door and Sam kissed her cheek and she watched him disappear into the elevator. She sighed thinking of how his callous, selfish actions had impacted dreadfully in this instance on so many people. She now had a strong desire to see this infant and his reaction was just the opposite. He’d been a good father to his daughters and as far as she knew always kind and affectionate to his wife Lily. But did he love his family, did he love anyone? Thinking about how once she’d thought she’d been in love with Sam when they were teenagers Virginia sighed, unable to understand how some people could turn on and turn off their affection. That ability horrified her.

* * *

Until she was thirteen Kelly grew up assuming she was the daughter of Stephen and Leonie Armstrong. Her name was Kelly Armstrong and she called them daddy and mommy. But as she approached the age of fourteen, her mom Leonie (younger daughter of attorney Virginia Ricardo), began gently referring to adopted children at appropriate moments when talking to Kelly. Initially such references appeared not to particularly interest Kelly until one day she asked, “Am I adopted mommy?”

Leonie’s breath caught and she shook and almost panicked but steadied and said yes.

And amazingly all Kelly said was “Oh?” and asked a question about something entirely different. In time of course she asked who were her real parents. Tutored by Virginia to expect this moment, Leonie smiled and said, “You will just have to wait. Daddy and I will tell you one day. Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

“You must tell me if this worries you.”

“I will but it really is okay. Daddy and you are daddy and mommy to me.”

“And that won’t change.”

Kelly looked out the window and said, “I didn’t think it would. You love me and so does daddy. You would not throw me away.”

“No darling, you are quite right. We would never, never do that to you.”

Leonie said under her breath, “Not like your hard-ass father Samuel Levy.”

Tragically, just before Kelly’s twelfth birthday, Sam had been fatally shot in front of his family when going to the aid of one of his friends who owned the restaurant. The working proprietor was being pistol-whipped by one of two gunmen. As Sam grappled with one of the men he was shot in the abdomen and bled to death. The robbers fled, jumping over dying Sam and with their haul of less than eight hundred dollars. The companion of the gunman who killed Sam was caught on security camera and he and his companion were arrested within twelve hours of the felony.

Virginia called Leonie with the news and Leonie surprised her by saying, “Well it seems Samuel Levy wasn’t a total jerk after all mom.”

“No I tried to tell you that, having known him since I was twelve.”

“Do slot oyna we go to the funeral and take Kelly?”

“For what purpose darling? To tell Kelly in two year’s time she attended her father’s funeral although she’d never met the guy?”

“Ah I get your point.”

“I’ll be going of course. He and I committed double adultery on six occasions over the years.”

“Ohmigod mom, and I’ve always thought you were lily white. I’ll come to the funeral with you.”

“If you wish. Your father is coming with me.”

“Well dad is so unreliable that might not happen. Anyway you might require a woman’s shoulder to shed a tear on.”

“That’s lovely of you darling. I had kept telling Sam over the years that Kelly was in wonderful hands.”

* * *

On a Sunday evening, three days after Kelly’s fourteenth birthday, her adoptive parents took her to her favorite restaurant where they told her the time had come to tell her who her real parents were.

Looking worried Leonie said, “You wish to know don’t you dear?”

“Yes of course mom. You won’t be sending me back to them will you?”

“No of course not darling.”

Her adoptive father said, “Are you really sure you are ready to hear about this Kelly? It may upset you hearing about your past.”

“Are you expecting me to cry daddy?”

“It won’t matter if you do. We just wish to be satisfied you want to hear about your past.”

“Yes I do, I know I do.”

“Right we are finished here. Let’s park by the river and sit on a bench.”

“Did my real parents drown?”

Stephen held out his hand and smiled. “Come on my girls. Let’s do it.”

As the story unfolded, Kelly listened quietly and without emotion.

When the story ended she said, “So my mother loved me and my father didn’t although my mother probably didn’t because she’d promised my real father I’d be a boy.”

“We have no detailed knowledge about that,” Leonie said.

“Well since they are both dead I suppose it doesn’t really matter. It’s so sad but I have you guys. So Grandma Virginia who loves me so much is not my real Gran?”

“No she isn’t. But she knew your real father for most of her life and now she is ready to tell you about him. She says if you wish she’ll make enquiries to find people who knew your mother where she grew up in Toronto. Regrettably her parents are now both dead but she had four brothers who are your blood uncles and there will be other relatives.”

“No it’s fine. I’m not really interested. Perhaps when I grow older I might look into it a bit. You see none of them really wanted me. Gosh I am so glad you two guys wanted me. That makes me feel blessed.”

Leonie was the one who cried, hugely. It was a defining moment for all of them but it was Leonie who felt she had been carrying the burden of disclosure and now it had been made she felt huge release. Stephen cuddled her and Kelly cuddled them both.

CHAPTER 2

Kelly’s best friend Sandra Wilks asked, “Do you feel sad about being told your real parents are both dead?”

“No.”

Sandra wrinkled her forehead and sitting beside Kelly on a park seat said, “Don’t you think that’s strange thinking like that?”

“No because I never knew them but I’m annoyed my father lived until I was twelve and he lived within ten minutes of where I live and never attempted to see me. That stinks.”

“Yeah Kelly I can see that. Life can be such a bitch.”

On the next Saturday Kelly visited her grandmother Virginia Ricardo who had just colored her hair and had a towel tied as a turban. Virginia hugged her very favored visitor and said, “So I’m told you know and you’ll realize I’m no longer your so-called grandmother?”

The lean blonde fixed her unusually pale blue eyes on the plump woman and said, “I think I understand everything that happened but not why my real father made no attempt to see me. That’s why I’m here, to find out. I also wish to keep on knowing you as my grandmother because I don’t want to lose you and create that gap in my life.”

“That’s very mature thinking. I’d love our relationship to continue unchanged.”

“Are you married? Mom said yes when I asked her this morning and she knew I was coming here so said I should ask you if I wanted details.”

“Yes I married when I was thirty and my Joey found another woman seven years later and walked out on me although he did say goodbye. He left me with two children. He didn’t seek to divorce me and I didn’t bother to apply for the annulment of my marriage because I was so busy with legal work and my marital status being left up in the air didn’t bother me. Men have come and gone out of my life and now they are rare and that doesn’t bother me.”

“You are talking about sex aren’t you?”

Virginia smiled and straightened Kelly’s t-shirt. “Yes. The need for that diminishes as you pass through middle age.”

“Are you happy in that situation?”

Virginia answered without hesitation. “Yes, I have my two daughters and their children and husbands as family.”

Kelly looked canlı casino siteleri a little uncertain. “Am I included as the children?”

“Oh yes and why not? You were legally adopted by Leonie and Stephen and we all love you so much.”

“Was I? I was only told I was adopted. They said nothing about it being legal.”

“Adoption can only be through a legal process darling otherwise it’s not adoption. Oh you poor sweetheart. This must be confusing for you.”

“That’s why I’m here today to find out things, everything I suppose. But first it was important to learn if I still had a grandmother.”

Virginia felt her heart miss a couple of beats but no way would she reveal Kelly was her favorite grandchild. “Come through to the kitchen my dear child for milk and cookies. Although it’s still morning I must have a wine.”

“Is that because you are upset?”

“What I’m feeling under this mild interrogation is called stress… worry and pressure is churning up inside me but it’s okay, I often work like this when I fear I might have represented a client’s interests below the best of my ability.”

They sat on at the breakfast bar. Classical music played softly in the background. Virginia had long wondered when this moment would come and was delighted it was a young, confident and inquiring girl pushing for answers rather than being forced to sit and having no real interest. This was just so perfect. She thought of Sam momentarily and knew he’d approve.

“Shall I take it from the beginning, telling you everything I know?”

“Yes, the beginning is usually the best place to start. I think this is just like opening the first chapter of my life.”

“Yes although it goes beyond your birth. I went through high school with your father Samuel Levy so we were the same age.”

“Did you have sex with him?”

“Yes and I was naughty about that. It was after we both were married. He knew I was alone by then and at times found me in need of company because we remained in close contact. I was of course his attorney by then. But please, let me take you right back to the beginning. It will be a résumé because there is so much I can remember and it would take hours to recite it. Do you know what a résumé is?”

“Yes it means a summary.”

“Good girl. Right let’s go back to the very first time I met you father. His family was long settled in New York and my parents had just moved into an apartment in the street where his parent’s lived…”

During the monologue, broken occasionally for a question when the 14-year-old sought either understanding or greater elaboration, Virginia made lunch and they ate.

“May I have some wine?”

Virginia said, “Just half a glass and at your young age you must only drink alcohol with or immediately before food and consume very little.”

“You must have educated your daughters with those rules because mommy allowed me my first wine the other day and said exactly what you have just told me.”

Virginia said, “Well that’s something that rather headstrong girl remembered her mother saying.”

They laughed.

Thirty minutes later Virginia finished her narration and said, “Well that completes your history according to Virginia Ricardo darling. Now allow me to take your hands because I wish to say something very important to you. You are not alone in this world. You have your mother and father, your Aunt Kathy and Uncle James Greenway and cousins Miles and Milly.”

“Yes I know you but you forgot to include yourself, my favorite grandmother.”

“But you have only one surviving grandmother.”

“Yes and I think I get my teasing streak for you. Anything else?”

“Yes and this could be very upsetting. I don’t really know anything about your birth mother and your father rejected you because Sam wanted your mother to bear him a son whom he planned to pass on his business to you He and your mother were absolutely sure you’d arrived and be that son and Sam was bitterly disappointed. He didn’t wish to see you.”

“Because I wasn’t a boy.”

“Yes,” Virginia said squeezing Kelly’s hands gently, “But don’t despair. He didn’t walk away from you completely. He established a trust for you and instructed that the three trustees, of whom I’m one, to buy an apartment for you to enrich you in to future and to pay for your college education. That apartment, purchased expensively at the time for almost $30,000 is today in a building of one of the most sought-after addresses in this city. Even after the payment of taxes and meeting outgoings, the trust is building an impressive asset for you. You cannot capitalize on that asset until you reach the age of thirty so really you should just park this information at the back of you mind expect to understand you have the cash to go to any college or university in America without your parents contributing a single dollar, though who knows, they may wish to pay for your college education as your birthright.”

Virginia had to spend some time explaining why Kelly’s adoptive parents might wish to provide her college education and to define in terms the young girl could understand the meaning of birthright.”

“Isn’t understanding one’s history so complicated?” Kelly yawned. “Look at me yawn, this must have been so stressful and so tiring for you.”

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Note: This is based on a real experience…names and ages were changed to protect the 2 people.

*

Barb was a 38 year old single woman, tall but slightly plump with full breasts and long legs topped by a patch of jet black curls. She had waist-length straight black hair and blue eyes. She enjoyed many different activities, but sex was her all time favorite. One night she was lying on her bed with her laptop computer chatting with her friend Kenny, a 28 year old army soldier with milk chocolate skin and jet black short hair, and using her webcam on her computer. Kenny had his cam on too and they were both nude because they were doing cyber sex. They had met many times online like this for a few hours of innocent fun that helped them ease their sexual frustration. A few times, Kenny had joked with Barb about meeting in person sometime for the real thing, but she always shrugged it off and didn’t take him seriously.

One afternoon when she was chatting with him on the instant messenger, their conversation took a strange but exciting twist that totally surprised Barb.

BOYTOY666: Hey babe! What’s shakin’ besides that sexy ass?

GIRL4FUN69: Not much K. How bout u?

BOYTOY666: Just Horny as hell, hot mama! Wanna fuck?

GIRL4FUN69: Hell Yeah!!! I’m already naked too! Turn on your cam!

BOYTOY666: No can do babe! I gotta surprise for ya tonight…Look out your bedroom window in about 5 minutes.

GIRL4FUN69: Ok. (She waits 5 minutes then goes to her window when she hears a car pull up out front. She then goes back to her computer.)

BOYTOY666: I saw ya lookin’ out the window babe. Get dressed & come on out. The surprise is in my car for ya. Hurry!

GIRL4FUN69: Ok K. I’ll be out in a few minutes. Bye!

BOYTOY666: Ok baby. Bye.

She logged off and turned off her computer and put it on her desk then went to her closet and pulled out a red tank top and black mini skirt and she put them on her bed. She pulled out a pair of black thong panties from her dresser and put them on, leaving off a bra. She also pulled on a pair of thigh-high garter belt free stockings before sliding on the skirt and shirt and slipping her feet into a pair of red heels. She brushed her hair quick then grabbed her purse and rushed downstairs and out the front door to where Kenny was waiting by his red Camaro. He opened the door and she got in, then he went around to the driver side and got in then started the car.

Barb turned to him and asks, “So…What’s the surprise you have for me, Ken?”

He smiled and shook his head no then says, “Not yet baby. You gotta wait a few minutes until we get to our destination.”

They rode for about 10 minutes before he turned onto a dirt road that lead to a local campground. They drove past the campsites and playground and he parked the car by the caretaker’s shed by the camp office. They got out and he came around and handed Barb a black silk blindfold to put on. She put it on with a pout but she doesn’t want to spoil the surprise Ken had for her. She heard him open the trunk of the car then close it before taking her hand and pulling her along. He told her they are walking down a hiking trail and tells her when to step up over rocks or logs, when to duck down to avoid the branches of trees, and he caught her when she stumbled on a branch that was laying across the trail. He laughed when she mumbled about not wearing the right shoes for the walk.

After a few minutes of walking, they stop. Kenny says, “Stand still baby. This will only take a moment to prepare casino siteleri the surprise for you.”

She asks, “Can I at least take off my shoes?”

“Not yet babe. I’m almost done here.” he replied with a chuckle. He had taken a blanket and a pillow from the trunk of his car, along with a picnic basket. He laid the blanket on a smooth flat section of ground just a short distance off the main hiking trail, behind a screen of bushes. A large semi-flat rock would serve as a table of sorts to hold the basket. Once everything was in place, he removed Barb’s blindfold and she looked around with surprise evident on her face. She smiled as she spied the basket on the rock, with the top open to reveal a bottle of champagne, a pair of stemmed glasses, a covered bowl of strawberries and an aerosol can of whipped cream. Ken took her hand and led her to the blanket then he knelt down and removed her shoes one at a time then rolling her stockings down very slowly, kissing each inch of her legs as the flesh was revealed.

He pushed her skirt up to her waist, revealing the tiny thong panties that barely covered her shaved mound. He could see the moistness of her arousal dampening the thin fabric and he pressed his face to her groin and inhaled her scent deeply. The blood rushed to his shaft and he groaned as he looked up at her and said, “Oh baby, you smell great! I gotta get a taste of your honey!” Then he licked her panty-covered crotch after spreading her legs slightly. His tongue rasped over the sensitive folds of her pussy and pressed against her clit. He did this a few times before sliding his hand up her leg and under the elastic of her panties, feeling the wetness gathering there. His fingers slipped between the moist folds of flesh and probed her deeply as he searched out and found her g-spot. Her body began trembling immediately and within moments her juices were oozing out over his fingers.

He had her lay down after removing the rest of her clothes and he spread her legs wide then buried his face in her hot wet pussy, his tongue making long sweeping strokes from her anus to her clit and back down over and over again. Her hips arched up to meet his mouth and tongue, urging him deeper. Kenny slipped his fingers back into her, three in her pussy, his pinkie in her ass and his thumb and tongue caressing her clit. Her orgasm approached quickly and within seconds, her pussy was throbbing and oozing love honey as she climaxed around his fingers. He greedily licked up all her juices, placing little kisses all over her flesh after each lick, which sent shivers of pleasure up and down her spine. He sat up and watched her, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath, her eyes glazed with passion as she motioned him to lay by her on the blanket.

He moved up beside her and lay down, his arousal evident against her side. He flexed his hips slightly and pressed his denim-covered shaft against her. Barb moved her hand down and deftly unfastened the buttons of his jeans. Her hand slid inside, expecting to feel the elastic of his boxer shorts, but finding only Kenny under the rough fabric. Her hand wrapped gently around his ten inch long shaft and began stroking him slowly from the base up to the tip where she felt the moisture gathering.

She removed her hand and told him to undress, which he did quickly before resuming his place beside her. Barb sat up and moved between Ken’s legs and once again took him in her hand. She ran her tongue around the head of his shaft, gathering the moisture on her tongue. slot oyna Her hand continued a slow up and down stroking motion on him as she continued her tongue work on the purplish head. She opened her mouth wide and took him in as far as she could, about 5 inches.

She began sucking and stroking him faster as her tongue worked its way all over his shaft that was in her mouth. After a few moments, Ken began groaning that he was going to cum, so she stopped sucking. He asked her why she stopped and she told him that she wanted him to cum inside her, either in her pussy or her ass, his choice.

He smiled and said, “Ohhh baby, I want to cum in that ass! Stand up and bend over the rock where the basket is so I can fuck ya from behind.” She quickly complied and leaned over the rock after moving the basket. She stood with her legs spread wide, her oozing pussy and plump ass fully exposed to his hungry gaze and eager body. With her hands, she held her cheeks apart for him as he spit on her rump and spread the moisture around her anus with the head of his swollen shaft. His fingers probed into her tight hole and urged her to relax that area gradually.

When she felt relaxed, he placed the head of his cock at her puckered opening and slowly began pressing into her. Her hole opened so slowly to him as he added more saliva for lubrication.

Within a couple minutes, he had the head of his shaft into her and continued pressing himself in, an inch at a time, adding more and more saliva to make it as pain-free as possible for her. Every few moments, he would stop and ask, “Are you ok, baby?”

She would reply, “Oh yes Kenny love, I’m fine, just keep that love rod moving into me, and fuck my ass!” Then he started moving a little harder until he was buried completely in her tight ass.

He stopped moving for a moment to allow her to get used to him filling her. She playfully wiggled her ass and said, “What are you waiting for, stud? Fuck me!” He began moving in and out of her tight ass, his hands on her lean hips.

She started moaning as Kenny moved his right hand down underneath her and began fingering her wet cunt and clit. He leaned over her slightly and moved his left hand up to caress her left breast, not once breaking his contact with her pussy or slowing his thrusts into her ass. She was moaning louder now, and panting as her orgasm approached. Kenny could tell she was close and increased his pace, rubbing and thrusting harder and faster, getting as deep inside her as he possibly could.

He felt the tension building in his body and knew he was also close to release, and he leaned over and whispered in Barb’s ear, “I’m gonna fill your ass so full of cum that you’ll be hearing squishing noises when you walk back to the car, baby. Oh yes, I’m getting so close…gonna fill your ass NOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!”

He growled as his cock started pumping hot cum deep into her ass, and she moaned and groaned with her own orgasm hitting her like a wave of pure unleashed desire, sending shockwaves of passion spiraling through her body. He felt her tighten around his shaft and fingers as she came, and he continued pumping into her, filling her with his cum. He reached around and put his hands under her chest, pulling her slowly to an upright position without pulling out of her ass.

“Oh damn Kenny! That was awesome baby. MMMMMM! I can feel the cum leaking out already.” she told him over her shoulder as his hands went to her breasts to fondle them. He slowly pulled his shaft from her ass and it exited with a juicy pop, canlı casino siteleri followed by oozing of his love juice down her legs, and she giggled.

He had her lay down on the blanket while he poured them some champagne. She lay on her side facing him, with one leg bent at the knee and slightly in front of her other leg, just enough to let him see her juicy pussy and the wetness oozing from her ass. He handed her the glass and they sipped quietly for a few moments, then he tipped his glass over her breast, letting a few drops fall out onto her nipple. When it hardened immediately, he knew she was ready for round two, and he was too.

He took her glass and his, and put them to the side, then took her champagne flavored nipple into his mouth, tugging and sucking hungrily upon her sweetened flesh. As he was enjoying that breast, she dipped her fingers into one of the glasses and rubbed champagne over her other nipple for him to enjoy as well, which he did.

She also rubbed champagne over his cock, then wiped it off with a napkin that he had brought with the glasses. She dipped her fingers into the glass again then rubbed more champagne on his now hard shaft, before taking it into her mouth and teasing him with her tongue. She took him in deep, caressing every inch of his aching rod with her tongue as she gently kneaded his balls with her hand. He moaned as she licked his balls slowly, and she watched them tighten against his body, knowing by that movement that he was ready.

She lay back on the blanket and spread her legs wide, an open invitation for him to move between her thighs and bury himself in her heat. He didn’t need to be asked twice…he quickly moved to cover her body with his and slipped into her with one thrust of his lean muscular hips against hers. Her arms went up around his shoulders and she pulled his head down for a fierce but passionate kiss as he pounded her cunt with his shaft, harder and deeper and faster, bringing them both to a earth-quaking orgasm within moments. He filled her again with cum then slowly pulled out, collapsing beside her on the blanket.

She snuggled against him and started to fall asleep when he reminded her where they were. She looked at him then said, “Oh well, I guess we should get dressed and leave then, so we can go back to my place for a while. Would you like to spend the night with me tonight, Kenny?”

He smiled and agreed to stay the night, and they quickly dressed and went back to the car after gathering all their belongings and making sure nothing was left behind. She sat on the folded blanket in the car so the cum leaking from her ass and pussy wouldn’t stain the seat covers as they rode back to her place.

Kenny parked the car in the drive and they went inside and straight up to her room where they quickly removed their clothes again and made love all night long, only stopping to use the bathroom, catch a quick rest or nibble on the strawberries and whipped cream Ken had brought.

“Thank you so much for staying tonight, darling. I’ve had a wonderful time with you and I hope this is only the first of many more wonderful nights together,” she said with a smile.

“Baby, believe me, it will be. We have many more nights ahead of us to enjoy the pleasures we have to offer each other in every possible way. Now come here, woman, and let me show you something new!” He pulled her in tight for a passionate kiss and made love to her in every position possible, and even some new ways, and they were truly sated by morning when he left, promising to call her later that day.

She quickly turned on her computer and opened her journal file for the day and wrote about her adventure in the wilderness with one sexy stud army man named Kenny. It was a time she never wanted to forget.

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It was a hot night I remember thinking as I laid in bed next to her. Summer in Phoenix is always hot regardless how much A/C you got going on.

Going back in time I remembered when I met Ann and thinking about it more, time and ages passed away. We met in a very unusual circumstance with me being a teacher and Ann, or course being a student. Yes, it was college and I a professor but I was far from being a “dirty old man”. I was a gifted student myself and soared though school very quickly gaining several academic awards and recognition, and I gained the position I held at the ripe old age of 22 years. The Subject of History having a special calling to me I took a position at the local university and directed our spirited youth though my classroom. Teaching these history lessons, I quickly discovered while this subject was something I loved it wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea.

In my third year teaching I came across Ann. She was a fierily red head who didn’t like to take or receive any direction at all. While she was brilliant she lacked direction and motivation. I decided to take it upon myself and help her. Let me say Ann was stunning. She was 5’4 and about 110 pounds, long flowing auburn hair and the most perfect breasts, which begged to be embraced by the lips and tongue.

The summer of 1969 was a different era and the people of the sixties were free and without boundaries and Ann was a child of the times. She loved wearing the low rider bellbottom blue jeans and flowery tight fitting blouses with flowed at the cuff. Of course Ann didn’t believe in wearing a bra or any underwear for that matter, because while I was teaching the class today I remembered seeing her sitting front row center wearing a short skirt, and as she moved her legs to and fro during the class a glimpse of luscious auburn hair peeked out.

Was she teasing me? I asked myself later when I got home. Could I have her? I knew about free love but being a shy man I wouldn’t know where to begin. Do you just go up to her and say, “Hello, my name is Max. Do you want to fuck?”

Nevertheless I needed to try. That night while at home alone, seeing her shapely legs crossing and uncrossing in my mind, the thought of Ann was consuming my thoughts and I took my cock out and began masturbating to the memory of her auburn pubic hair and hard nipples, straining against her tight blouse. Yes, as I stroked my cock faster I knew I needed to make her mine but again, while I was smart in the classroom I was lame as hell out of it. In my entire life I only had sex with one person and that was awkward and short-lived. Cumming as I whispered Ann’s name I rubbed the cum over the head of my cock enjoying the feeling. Not bad for a white guy, just over 7 ½ inches but I was getting tired of beating off. I casino siteleri wanted Ann so badly but again, not sounding like a broken record didn’t know where to begin. Rubbing my cock head between my fingers I decided I needed to take a chance and try something new. I decided tomorrow would be the day.

The next day before class I didn’t wear my usual suit and tie and tried something different. Earlier that month I received some clothes from some “hip” friends who decided I needed a change. I, of course, said thank you to them and put the clothes away in the closet, thinking at the time I would never wear them. But now I watched as I put them on. Everyone said they were cool but I didn’t like them. The shirt made me feel like a pirate and the pants were way to tight for my comfort and showed a definite outline of my cock. I had no choice but to continue on with my plan regardless how uncomfortable I felt.

Class that day was uneventful and as surprised as I was my outfit fit right in with the students. As the day neared the end I asked Ann if she could stay after class and discuss (what, I didn’t have a clue) some school matters with her. Smiling at me she said, “Of course.”

When the class had concluded for the day and all of the other students left Ann walked suggestively up to my desk, leaned over so I could see the natural fall of her perfect breasts asked what was on my mind. Going over some lame details affecting her grade I asked what were her plans with her life.

Speaking with her about personal matters was like being in heaven. We talked about how she wanted to be involved in saving the whales or why the war was wrong. The truth was I didn’t give a shit what she said I was just trying to get her to open up and spend some time with her. Agreeing with her on some of her political point and not on others I suggested we meet for drinks later that night at the local bar where several professors and students mingled after class (remember, it was 1969, not 2006 and the times were different).

Ann agreeing said she would like to have a drink with me and continue our conversation got up from her chair and I believe I saw her look down at my crotch and smile as she left. Seeing her close the classroom door behind her I noticed my cock was as hard as I was happy. I did it! I asked out Ann for a drink and she accepted. Now I just had to keep the good times going.

Before I, met at the bar I had time to get home, and clean myself up. Finding a small table in the corner I sat down and waited. A little before 8 o’clock Ann came in wearing a low cut sun dress which showed off her long luscious legs. Her hair was free and as she walked it looked like she was dancing. Motioning to her where I was at she smile at me and came to my small table.

“Hello slot oyna Ann, What would you like to drink tonight?” I asked.

“Whatever your having.” she replied.

Ordering the drinks we continued our conversation. While I was telling her about my college days she interrupted and suggested we leave Bar and take a walk. Quickly agreeing with her we left table and walked out of the bar and into the night. Approaching the college campus we Ann asked, “Max, do you find me sexy?”

“Yes”, was all I could say as my voice caught? “You know, I kind of think you’re cute and would like to get to know you a little better.” Ann said as she brushed up against me. “I would like to know you better also.” I replied hopping I wasn’t blowing this.

“Good, lets go back to your place. I have a idea what we can do so we can better introduce ourselves.” Showing Ann the fastest way back to my place I opened the door for her and showed her around.

“Do you live by yourselves or do you have a roommate?” she asked

“Just me Ann”

“Good, Sit down in this chair and I will sit across from you on the couch”

Doing as I was asked Ann told me she liked me a lot and wanted to know me better but first I had to show she something.

“What”, I asked.

“That cock in your pants but before you get any ideas in your little teacher mind I just want you to know who is in charge here. I like you Max but I’m a virgin and I entail to stay a virgin, but that doesn’t mean we can’t play together. If your willing to not put your cock in me we can have a lot of fun and both feel good.”

“Alright, what do we do first?” I asked being confused.

“Take out your cock and I will show you what you were staring at yesterday.”

“Will I be able touch you?”

“Maybe, let’s see how good your are first.” Ann replied smiling. “Go ahead, let me see what you got.”

Standing up, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and removed my pants. Trying to fit in with the crowd I decided not to wear underwear tonight and as my fly was opened my engorged member sprang out greeting her.

Ann smiling ear to ear retuned the favor and quickly pulled her sundress over her head, standing naked in front of me. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and still to this day nobody had come close to matching her perfection. Her skin was creaming while and her nipples rosy pink, stood out begging for attention. Her body was like a perfect hourglass and between her thighs the most luscious thicket of auburn hair. I could just make out her womanhood beneath the hair. Thinking back on my history background it was visions of this men fought over.

Telling to sit down in the chair she said she wanted to watch he pleasure myself the best way I know how. In turn, she would canlı casino siteleri return the favor and when we were done and she would come over and meet me in the middle of the room and then, once trust was established we could explore each other body.

Agreeing with the rules she set forth, I watched on as her hands slowly caressing her neck and slowly, very slowly moved down to her breasts, tickling her nipples slowly and pinching them. I watched on being more aroused then I could ever remember was rubbing my balls and from them following the stroke up my long shaft, rubbing the gland as I reached the top. Ann watched on and smiled approvingly. “Feels good doesn’t.” she asked.

“Yes” I replied as I watched her pleasure herself.

Time went on – how long I don’t know but I watched as her hands found her center and began stroking it. Ann didn’t enter her pussy with her finger, she just rubbed her slit, her finger finding her clit began to slowly move it back and forth. I was now stroking my cock long and hard now and wanted – needed to cum soon or I swore I would die.

“You’re being so good Max waiting for me. Are you ready I want to cum with you!” Ann husked

“Yes, Ann cum with me” I gasped as I watched her as she came, her finger quickly rubbing her clit, her breasts swaying with her movements as she pleasured herself. Seeing this was too much for me to take and as I stroked my cock I came, the sticky white fluid splattering upon my stomach and chest. It was the best cum of my life.

Catching our breath Ann told me that was fun and crawled to the middle of the room as she said she would. Meeting her there, we embraced and Ann kissing down my sweaty chest and stomach licked the spent cum from my body.

“That was great,” She said to me as we wrapped ourselves around each other and I explored her wonderful body inch by inch with my fingers and tongue. Sucking upon her perfect breasts my cock became alive again and I asked what do we could to do about it without breaking her rules. Smiling, Ann said to trust her and not to move or take any control – let her do it. Telling her I would trust her she told me to lay flat on my back, my cock jutting into the air

Sitting lengthwise upon my cock Ann use the flowing juices from her cunt to lubricate my hard shaft and began rubbing herself back and forth upon it’s length. While I knew I wasn’t inside of her, the friction of her thighs, the weight of her sexy body and the warm juices flowing from it felt wonderful and so right. Very shortly, Ann screamed she was cumming again and I told her I was too and reached up and grabbed her tits as I blew my second load over both of us.

Ann falling on top of me, we fell asleep and awoke in each other arms. A perfect night of lovemaking.

That was around 36 years ago and as I look at my beautiful Ann sleeping next to me on a hot night in Phoenix, Arizona I’m grateful. Maybe someday I’ll tell you the story when I took her and she made me a real man.

The End?

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Selam! Size anlatacağım hikaye tamamen yaşanmış gerçek hikayedir. Bizim alt komşumuz olan tülay teyze 40 yaşında dolgun göğüslü, göğüs uçları yarım parmak uzunluğunda, poposu tam kıvamında balık etli bir kadındır. Neyse lafı uzatmadan hikayeye geçelim. Bir gün evin anahtarını almayı unutmuşum, evdede kimse yok bende tülay teyzenin kapısını çaldım. Kapıyı izmir vip escort açınca gözlerim yerinden fırlayacak gibi oldu. Hoşgeldin dedi bana, bende evde kimsenin olmadığını anahtarımıda evde unuttuğumu söyledim. İçeri davet etti. Üzerinde body ve altında etek vardı ve meme uçları bodyden dışarı taşmıştı. Geçip içerde oturdum oda mutfakta birşeyler yapıyordu. Dayanamayıp mutfağa geçtim, benim 23cm lik pompalıyı dışarı çıkararak arkadan yaklaştım ve ellerini tutarak masaya domalttım. Bana bağırmaya başladı, bende sessiz olursa onun için iyi olacağını söyledim. Debelenmeye başladı, bende eteğini kaldırıp külotunu yırtarak çıkardım ve benimkini amına dayadım ama bir türlü girmiyordu ve birden köküne kadar dayadım ve çığlık attı. Biraz ileri geri hareketten sonra alıştı ve kendini salmaya başladı. Önden arkadan 3 kere siktim, sonra onun titreşimli takma yarağını aldım. Onu yatağa bağladım ve yarağıda en yüksek titresimde içine soktum ve 2 dakika sonra orgazm üzerine orgazm oluyordu, yalvarıyordu çıkar diye. Ben de çıkarmadım ve 15 dakika sonra gözleri karardı ve bayıldı. Ben yarağı çıkardım 2 saat sonra kendine geldi. Az daha ölüyormuş…Gönderen: Azgın

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

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