Cisca and the Barrientos (I)

I had a full day and three years after my transfer and I found myself more or less happy with my life. Since he was sent, he has lived in this little house that his parents had left in the poorest part of the town. The house could not be more modest, it only has a floor and a living space, so that the door opens onto the street, as well as the patio and it is all over the house. A table and chairs in the centre, a television on the right. A fireplace at the back, the kitchen with beams at the edge, a sofa to sit on a little further back. He sleeps in a loft built in the entrance, which is accessed by a wooden staircase near the side of the wall. The bathroom is located at the exit, there is a small shed.

Neither of the children had children and her only family was her brother. Her sisters asked her why she didn't move to a decent place and that cave, that she could afford it with what her husband had left her; the husband had money. But she didn't ask, she stayed at her parents' house and lived happily. There are not many relations with her husband's family, no close relations. Not bad, either, just distant. You can see him from time to time. The solienne invites , but often excuses herself, without banishing him from the moods and customs of rich people. This case is that you need to contact a house in the village. What decides house, palace! And I came to times, and I saw it. Now you are not so much. Now I have begun to appear. All her husband's brothers were dead. Only one person lives, and all of them, and their friends.

The children did come to the village from time to time in search of fresh air and nature. She knows this well, she can decide who grew up, feeling that she helped her son, who she saw grow and become a man or a woman, even though she, much younger than her husband and brothers, later became young. Nice kids, although a bit of creation and a bit of dissolution, but it was just the fate of the times.

Cisca is not very popular with modern people, she is considered a classic woman, including antiquity and certain issues, such as clothing. In other words, she is closer to the women of her generation. This classicism, which is evident in some of her preferences and in her ways of being and acting, she has just inherited from her mother Eugenia. She spent a good part of her son and his adolescence with her and the imprint of an indelible fashion. I admire my daughter Eugenia. For example, her mother Eugenia, when it came to relationships, was moderate, always cautious and used her intelligence to find a way to be enthusiastic about herself and others. This way of doing things will translate into a simple, discreet and elegant appearance. For Cisca, as for your life, good was essentially feeling good, and to feel good you didn't have to do it.

There was also a small wardrobe with two doors and one that held everything that was stored. Robes, blouses, skirts, girdles, nightgowns, bras, panties… Most of them, sports outfits for hiking, which were the only ones that used a newspaper. One of the doors of the armory served as a sight when it was opened, and there she was amazed. She looked at herself many times because, even though fashion did not go much avec elle, Cisca was flirtatious. She liked to look at herself because she heard that the mirror was to please herself, she knew exactly what she was like in all aspects to maintain her appearance in the best way. And the best does not include in any case making large distributions or great efforts to maintain a certain figure, a physical standard, no; If you do not claim almost these standards, and less in all areas of your life, if you meet them, you will also feel good. There was no effort to preserve it, but it was true, but at the same time it was desirable for men. She sits in front of the space and looks at it. The heads have a small amount, but after this the obligation to descend all the way back up and challenged still with their nipples up. Not so far away is your belt, your barrier with gentle curvature, and then your amplifier frames, your whitish muscles in your tights, with your mons veneris in particular and your crotch, up there, completely in the fullness of your fire. Your rounded stems, your plump and perfectly shaped calves of what I was so happy about, your tartlets and well formed. Yes, she was not very tall and different from all the girls on the street, who were just another model of woman, neither better nor better, different.

Aquilino's early death was a blessing for her, as for anyone, much more appropriate for a couple who did not have a child, but at the same time a liberation. It was as if I had seen your first youth and, also, your child. It was as if I had been occupied in a flash, that long parenthesis that nourishes family life and now returns to the stage where it was already. That was not what happened, none of that was any form of adaptation to the new circumstances. The company of Aquilino and his dog coincide very often, their sexual life very little. Her sexual life with Aquilino was the one with the most sex. And no, now there is a more active and varied sexual life, quite the opposite. This is not what complicates her life with little-known adventures and much less with the neighbors of the town, although she renounces carnal contact.

From there, to locate it, I had seen it as it was for your moments, and when today I had not understood what it was, and I did it like that. And she too, over time, implemented her own methods. To the shower jet, which was the first to discover the beginning of everything. It was tremendously placental because I went up a lot little by little, and perhaps that is why you suffer a lot, but there is no more, you stumbled and fell in a nosedive. The jet gave it to you very little by little. I was young when I discovered it. In the meantime, only if you do it with the jet, you will not be able to do it. Then, try to combine the chorus with your hand, then the hand with the chorus, and the end dispensed with the chorus to do a solo with your hand. However, with nostalgia and returned to it.

Another method - you can't let yourself buy a quilt and your parents discover it by accident, thus dying of the disease - has something like this: the handle of a resin harvest. The brush was not safe from anything and could hold whoever it wanted, of various sizes and shapes. Now, after Aquilino's death, once they can buy the quilts they want to die, they will worry about you buying new ones with their enthusiasm. You just have to buy, it was an adventure. I put them in my bag and keep them with me thinking about that very night.

Cisca caressed herself profusely all over the people, the arms, the shoulders, the body, the heads, of course, but also the axials, the sides, and even the abdomen, the stomach, their wide structures, inside the Muslims. , one hand for each one, going down to the knees, and even further to the ankles, and then suising, climbing back to the knees, and the thighs again, and both two cooking in It's in the middle to flatten it, to solve it. She takes the brush's hand when it is curdled, she anointed it with her own elixirs and she beat herself with it until she came. It comes with much tumult, for a single moment, and then in a slow descent. She closed her thighs around her hands and the handle stuck in her vagina and she filthy herself, and then she remained for a long time in that position, until everything was over. And always, I don't know why, I think of Clark Gable . Clark Gable was his role model throughout the ages. He is very young, he is Clark Gable and he has the caloric acuity of the best.

Fernando called him. Fernando was mayor of the Aquilino brothers' municipality.

—Let's see, the next day they help us with the bikes! We are sitting. Four boys, three girls. Jena and Fino, Marci and Ovando with us respectively.

Please keep the notice at the same time at the end of which it will be necessary to prepare everything necessary for your farm. This is the contract for the women who need to clean it in the case and are presented at the order and that they are ready to do so. When you arrived the day before, the motorcycles were assembled at the door of your house. He put on the sports suit and went out. Stand by the door, stop the engines; They spent huge machines. Fernando left the helmet and was the darling of both men during the most permanent years of their adventures.

—What's wrong, Cisca?

- Good and you ?

-OK! Everything ready in the house?

—All this, as always.

—Well, let's say we're here, you're going to go with us on the road, and we're going to sell for the first time, on the road.

-In my opinion? For what?

—So that he can accompany us and enjoy himself.

—With you? Are you a locomotive?

Boys and girls will laugh.

—No, you're welcome! You're coming with me! Didn't you see that I don't have a partner? You're going to be my partner.

—Come on, Fernando, you're not here to be serious!

—I read it all in series! You'll see it first thing tomorrow morning.

The boys will move on when they retire. It is not possible to create it. I don't know what I can paint between them, I don't have many feelings. There is already a clear answer. It resonated with the old man. But an hour later, after the purchase, Fernando appears at the door of his house.

—Didn't you invite me in?

He left the motorist's planes and sent a bag to the man.

-Of course!

He walks over and places the bag on the table while you look away.

—I've never been here. You have a lovely house.

—Well, a little small, but I like it.

—I'm saying that I'm serious about our colleagues. He thought about it before coming.

—No, I can create. In my life, he rode a motorcycle. I don't know what's gotten into you. You're young, I'm old.

— Are you old, Cisca? Don't talk nonsense.

—I don't want to interfere in your life.

—Don't worry about our accompaniments. He did it with the others and they agree.

—I don't know what to tell you, Fernando, I'm embarrassed.

—Well, you just come and that's it.

—Nothing, nothing prepared, nothing, nothing of this type of dress that you yourselves raised.

—Look, specifically about this.

Open the bag and take your bags, boots and helmet.

— You're good because you don't have to change anything and we're not delaying a miserable detail. I hope Sean is your size.

This is what happened, overwhelmed.

— Why don't you worry?

Cisca looked at things in disbelief.

—Come on, try it on! I want to see how it looks on you.

Cisca gave in to Fernando's wish, finished the forearm holds and went to the climbs. Before he could put the cake on the first step, Fernando prejudged him:

—May I introduce myself to you?

Cisca's face filled with blush.

— What are you telling me, Fernando? Is it good for you?

—It looks perfect. Fuck, Cisca, I'm not going to do anything but the greenest thing! I'm not going to rape you or anything like that!

Cisca slowly climbed back up the steps, hoping that this wouldn't happen because of that, but she immediately heard his footsteps behind her. When she reaches her destination, she flies towards it.

—I don't know what you're trying to achieve with all this.

—Seeing you naked, dammit. Can you say that more clearly?

—And why do you want to see me naked?

—Because a naked green taste suits me well and because it has turned out well after so many years.

—I don't know what you mean.

— You don't know? Yes, I do. Today, my adolescence looking for you, chasing you, trying to see something in you, and how hard you were! Not once have I seen anything of you.

— I wasn't aware of that. I'm just maintaining my decency.

—And even though you kept them!

— Don't you have the right to this? This is about me.

—Of course you had the right! Every right in the world! But now they'll tend to get discouraged if they don't want to see each other.

Don't worry about the damage. I thought about taking off my shirt. There was no very young woman who suffered her duty when Fernando lost his sight for something, as when he went through the chase there; Now she was a middle-aged woman who enjoyed desire much more than men desired. And Fernando was a man, a very nice boy.

—This is the first time I've come with someone else.

—And the child Aquilino?

—Uncle Aquilino doesn't count. I don't know if you'll allow it.

— You're allowing me because you like it, Cisca. I'm not going to hire you. You've proven that you've seen a man's eyes.

-No. I have it because you are here.

—Good, much better.

When the observer appears with the shirt open, the subject is peeking out.

—No, there may be something special about it, I've seen naked women and many younger and prettier than you.

— You have everything private, Cisca. For me, you have everything to do.

They brought up the men's catches, looted them and put them in the corresponding person. He remained in subjection. It was one of our classics of color. He looked at Fernando through space and Fernando looked at her.

—What is the value of seeing me naked for you?

— It will be worth it for me to give myself a monumental jerk off.

—Without rude seas.

—No, I'm here. Just let me speak to you honestly. This very afternoon, when she arrives, I'm going to shave her thinking of you. I see that I have to remove all the times I put the green leaves, a stick, a glimpse of thighs, all the time. It was enough for me to crush her.

—As we are men!

— How will you look, Cisca? Just like you make us!

He saw the view on the skirt and unzipped it, pulled it down and bagged it for the magpies. The roommate among the other clothes hanger clips. You will have to lower the visor with the elastic that comes loose afterwards. Now he sees himself in front of the totally vulnerable person, as a subject and panties, with the stones completely naked. The panties one of his classic pink openwork ones.

—Well, you're pretty good now, aren't you? Or do you need more?

-No. No, he buys and sells. No, it's in those details. It's stupid. Don't think about it!

It was there that the vision occurred before something inevitable happened, and that the trousers that had betrayed Fernando, reached the package, to which they were submitted and adjusted with a pull of frames. There are many difficulties, the trousers are not set for a curved belly like hers, but until the end, if they can be buttoned. Thus, after pushing the sweatshirt and the jacket, the zipper was brought up to the neck. She turns to the mirror. She looked like another person. For her, pleasure is always this way of dressing, this kind of learning, which will never be realized in one. She fluffed her hair, turned back to Fernando and smiled at him with time.

—Don't worry about your skills to prepare for what you have to do.

He rubbed himself and lowered his head.

—You've tried the boots, this is the last time you'll fail.

She felt herself in the room, Fernando Arrodilla to put them on. The paint remained. The best thing is that you go to your mother's house and talk. It is the same feeling as if you managed to live a fiction, a theater. Do not let yourself be pressured to create. She looked at herself in the mirror with her biker clothes. The stomach is much flatter, the ass tighter, the heads higher and bigger, the muscles fuller and longer for the leather, the hair is wider and lighter for the blackjack. The boots are of great value, adorned with chrome jewels. She put on makeup, because she had not done so for several months, through an act of the women's association. You will be able to sleep as if it were an inconvenience. In the end, the price was reconciled with sleep because she thought about what she had achieved, about what Fernando had confessed. She turned them over and the more she saw them the more confused she became and the more excited at the same time, totally excited. Fernandito was now a young man in the bloom of a boy, robust and handsome, and she was a lonely widow. How the roles change with the future of time! On the other hand , she was always a practical woman, capable of adapting quickly to circumstances.

It is prepared from the media an hour before giving the final touches, so that nothing escapes your control. The night before they had prepared food to eat at the camp and had distributed it in bags, one for each couple. When I turn it on I accelerate, it opens the door for you. Fernando immediately studied at his job and helped to wear the helmet. He presents the motorcycle and indicates that you will deliver it. He was able to take a cake on the step as he said and had the impulse to lie face up, as he planned to do things. Most, everyone, looked at her with expectation, hanging on to each thing she does.

—That's great, Cisca! You're not going to learn about mountain biking all your life! Hold on tight to me!

They ran like hell. He attacks Fernando's belt because he doesn't want any other way to survive. When I had a race, I started testing the

the feeling of descent, speed, changes in inclination in curves. That was a marvel! Fernando el Grito:

—Are you okay, Cisca?

And she lent him her arm.

-Yes I like it!

—I'm very happy!

Leave the main lane for traffic, go into a secondary one and take a moment. Before taking a curve, slow down to get away. They stopped at a viewing point there. From this altitude you can see a lake, a vast valley covered with bushes and shrubs and dotted with small lagoons. On the other side, hills rise in a ravine-like orography and through them the mountains. This place was beautiful and she knew it. I know the girl. So I didn't do it.

They all take off their helmets – they live like the girls freeing their hair – and open their jackets. Everything points to her to check what her experience is, Jena gave her two kisses. Jena was a tall, beautiful girl with very light blond hair, equally light blue eyes, an angular face, a slightly curved nose, a thin mouth. No man has ever lost a single child since he was a child.

—When do we have our dreams?

—I think who since this is the first communion.

They laughed. They joked with her. Something feels watched like a cone, like a laboratory raccoon. No obstacles, education, experience, respect for prudence, the guarantee of knowing how to behave, adapt, be up to par. Her nephews, if she can have nephews of her own, and those who accompanied them, were tall and handsome boys, the girls young and beautiful. Before them, there are no longer remedies for feeling inferior, but only in physical and generational status. She envied them. But she is the only one invited by Fernando. Fernando explained that he had to do it. They would cross a camp for a porter who wanders around the lagoons, going up the other side towards the mountain. They would stop at a place where there was a natural spring, they would make a path on foot through the woods that could be seen from there, then return to the starting point, have lunch and relax. Fernando asked what the plan seemed like.

-FINE. I can't decide otherwise.

All the chic Rierons. I wasn't being classy, I was just telling the truth.

There was nothing that I didn't congratulate her on the food, I was sure she was amazed, but after that I didn't expect anything anymore. I don't exactly expect it. Take the time to rest, digest and every time you rest with your partner. And every time you look for your money to discover it. She had recognized everyone and was sent to Fernando's side.

—It's normal, Cisca. It's time to cuddle.

Do you like that?

—Do you want us to be our guests too?

— What do you mean by that? Are you crazy?

—No, iodine, Cisca! Don't take it that way! They're tearing off the disguises of their lives, they want to profit, why don't you hear it?

She told Fernando very seriously.

—You do understand, damn it, what am I saying? I can hear you perfectly.

Fernando looked at her with desire, that's not where he was wrong.

—All you have to do is want it.

It's not that she wasn't looking, it's not that she didn't want to put on the old costumes, it's just that the situation was surreal. The rest of the couples were lying down, rolling around and making out without much shame. Fernando approached her, turned his head slightly, and placed his lips on hers. There was a scandal, but no one reproached him, it had been a long time since he had felt such a feeling.

—Do you want it, Cisca?

She looked at him, her face still burned by the need. Without thinking, Fernando took her and with her stomach in his hand, he reached up, putting one of his stones between hers, and flew away to take it.

—Fernando, for God's sake!

Back on the bike, we approached Fernando more carefully, as if to keep some distance from him. In any case, we cannot avoid that the day of a peak of betrayal ends at the door of your house, in the hour of despair, in front of people. The next time he laughed, he found himself entertained. He entered the house as someone who feels a feeling of final frustration. If he took off this dress, the guard, who could have one of the rooms with those who were assigned to the house, would light the fire. When you have consumed the first wood, just before the scene, you call them to the door. It was a char an eye for the look. Fernando! His heart skipped a beat. What should I do, what should I do? I will think about not opening it.

— What's wrong? What happened?

Before she allows it.

—Nothing. I'm going back to sleep. All you have to do is go crazy and watch me flying alone in my room.

I had to say that she would allow it, that she would agree. Cisca walked around the door.

—Have a seat, and one. I was just about to have dinner. Do you want to join me?

-Yes ok.

While they were eating, they chatted.

—I found your excuse funny.

-That ?

—There you're going to fly all over the place.

-It's true !

I watched it while I was chewing.

—Well, you're right, you can't commit. We can't commit.

—Did you like it for so long that you tried to come to my house like this?

Fernando looked at him, swallowing what he had in his mouth.

—Like me? You know that very well. Dare me? Yes. I'm quite cheeky now (or ripe, depending on my preferences) as if I were waiting for the sea.

— Maybe you ordered asparagus from your brother.

—Don't worry, Cisca. I'll be a commissioner and I'll be myself.

You will be transported as if you were at home. That is why she was intimately pleased.

—Don't you have a girlfriend?

—Girl, you mean?

—It's true, you're a girl now.

-No. We're a month away.

They packed up their things and brushed their teeth. Then they went to the loft, Fernando did it next. Cisca left her robe and wrapped herself in one of her nightclothes, Fernando put on his underwear and put on one of his pajamas. Cisca turned off the light.

Only the source of the slow flames has been lit by those who burn the wood in the fireplace. Our backs entered the bedroom. The two of them covered themselves. The two of them embraced each other.

—Cisca…

-That ?

Fernando had a stone for Cisca to let enter between hers, he pressed it with the muscle of his crotch, he looked at her face with great curiosity.

—I imagined this so many times that now it seems impossible. And you?

-What is this ?

—Can you imagine when we accompany you together?

-No never.

—Are you more insipid if we do them?

—If I didn't like it, I wouldn't have allowed it.

Fernando needed it. She received it in moderation, because it was not superfluous, but rather it was a pleasure to her.

— Do you have any information about when he sleeps during the siesta in the guest room? It was hot and the door was already open.

—Don't tell me you're going to admire them!

—All that could have been!

Fernando kneaded her breasts over her nightgown.

—You always stay covered with the sheet…

—Except when I sleep.

—Shameless! Degenerate!

—That's when I got lukewarm. You have a camera in each eye.

—Shut up, I don't know anything else!

He obtained authorization for the shirt and registered it.

— I could see these divine legs, these thighs, these panties. Fuck, I'm getting so worked up just by feeling it! If you don't, you won't be able to see anything or even start.

—Then I won't sign!

—Do you know that was all for me?

Fernando was making out with her tongue. She didn't let herself be repressed and went with him.

-No.

—I was subjected to the same glory. I turned my panties and imagined what happened, it was Cisca's fright... Do you know what it was like for me to imagine Cisca's fright? Can you imagine me putting this in, me cumming inside Cisca's pussy?

—Please, Fernando, you're being rude!

—And now I have it here, I'm touching it! It's so juicy, Cisca!

This is what happened, blending with his caresses and his kisses. I can't scold you and twist you a little, with my mouth closed.

—It's burning, Cisca! Cisca, Cisquita ! Is this bush of hair as black as I imagined? Do you have very young, hidden lips and an almost secret hole? Tell me, Cisca! I'm touching it, I feel it, but I can't see it.

—I don't see it!

-Yes, I know! Tell me it's like that!

She films the frames when she put her finger in, it was making her dizzy.

—He said I don't know!

Fernando hurriedly pulled down his clothes and approached the tip of his penis. He is retiring from teaching.

—Let's take off our clothes, they're in the way.

The vehicle is not removed, it is bagged with the embossed material and fixed to the bottom. He hugged himself again. He fell on the penis so that it would not fall. How long had it been?

Don't you also have a penis in your hand? Why don't we feel this force, this tension, this strength? She kissed Fernando with a fine and delicate tongue, like the broadside, and furtively brought up the subject of the member.

-And you? Did you hear when I taught it?

-No. What is this?

-Yes. You showed up at the door of my residence one morning and you took it out. You had it hard, really hard, big for a boy your age. Just for a moment and you ran away from your hallway.

—My God, how embarrassing! How many years can we endure this?

—No, I know. Maybe nine or ten.

—And what do you think of me?

—What did we do with wood?

—What wood?

Let the penis pass through the opening of your vagina and point it there.

— What will he become of a man?

Fernando went all the way in and used it several times.

—Oh, Cisca, Cisca!

Cisca received this torrent of sweetness with alcohol and he pulled your head to bite one of your ears.

—What, Fernandito? What's wrong with my Fernandito? Did you meet Fernandito enthusiastically?

Fernando had her by the buttocks and was pushing her with ram's eyes in a trance.

—Now you're not telling me anything, Fernandito? Aren't you telling Cisca anything?

She shook her head, leaning on his shoulder, increasing the pace of his thrusts. Now it has a more pronounced shape, it should come out of her mouth a little more, as he came, he was filling it, he was raising it, he was doing it.

—Don't think you'll ever be like my Fernandito!

The invasion wanting to penetrate her, spilled saliva from her mouth while doing it.

—I would never have thought that this is it!

Fernando will follow him without moderation, like a frantic machine, and will give himself to him without being able to help it, without being able to return again. It was then that a grain acted and then bellowed like an animal between its suffocated expansions as best it could.

Other women say no, but she can tell perfectly when the man comes closer. She feels the penis getting stronger in front of her, it shakes and the seeds disappear, because the seeds are hotter than all the heat and they are noticeable.