Can You Shower Wearing A Friendship Bracelet

Mae

Copyright by Baendoff 04/10/2008

Mae

From 7

After I've written before about my love affair with a self-proclaimed slave, it is my desire to report as a kind of contrast on my relationship with a woman who stood by me a short time very close.

all started when our senior partner celebrated the occasion of his 65th birthday en a big party, hosted by the entire staff was. was cup-After the formal part of speeches, skits and a serenade in honor of the birthday child, with whom I had sung with, there was a buffet to the already decent. We were very left out, the mood was good and we were standing in a small Klübchen of colleagues and reminded us of dirty jokes from the past - such as the long Niewöhner had fallen kippelnd in a telephone conversation with the management in his chair, and then long before continue the desk for the phone horizontally and hand over hand, the conversation in a respectful tone. "Hahaha". I thought then and from my fund to give something to the best came Mae, the daughter of the senior partner to us at the bar
An impertinent little bitch, extremely handsome, extremely confident and cheeky as dirt. They also hooked, and asked: "Well, the men again in the past? Is the presence here for so bitter? ". Then a wooden conversation was about the past, present and future, in which they tried to upgrade, content moronic drivel by their considerable eloquence. When she realized I politely looked away, she spoke to me directly: "And you Baendoff the last years have probably passed not without a trace. They are already getting a little gray. "Fight or flee was the motto, I chose the former, even if I violently shook inwardly. This small juvenile Power Pack had already provide "Wham" and the danger of the party of my Seniochefs a scandal, could not be dismissed out of hand. I still tried to set up a predator smile and said, "Yes, yes, the years pass and you're now almost grown up. One question: Did she really hit her father and an occasional "You, after all, a proud 19 years old looked puzzled?. "What, what do you mean?" "Well if he has them once a spanking given?" "Keep him for a Assi or how should I understand the question?" "So he has not?" "No of course not, why they ask the really". "I imagine they would have done very well." "I think I'm off it, this is Papa's celebration and I would not like that here stress is," she said while her voice trembled with anger, then they scored from there, not without seeing the meantime, back and hateful eyes send "Baendoff you're a big nose," said a colleague, "his hobbies can never keep it under the ceiling" - a different one. "Should I wait here, as it draws us one by one the eggs long?" I asked. "Right," I agreed with his colleague from the shipping "You are all just cowards." And then came slowly back to atmosphere, as the IT department brought a song and we had to support the chorus. We drank one or two glasses, and it bothered me even more that they continue to Mae in some places in the hall showed up and threw me with a dash of theatrics their hatred looks. Once I even got my glass and toast to her, whereupon she angrily turned away his head. All in all, still a nice evening. The senior partner was happy and I was only around two-Clock home at night.

When I was sitting at the next morning in the company, I no longer thought of the Incident from the night before and was not the least surprised as I have two mails from 1996@yahoo.de mae had in my inbox. There was much to do and I had a huge headache, I sent my e-mails home. When I got there after dinner routine the PC started up, I had already forgotten about them, so tired I was. Only when the e-mails I read her name, I was wide awake again. The first mail was sent at 1:30 clock, shortly before I came home.
Text:
Mr Baendoff!
I want to apologize to you if I have offended you.
you find it sad that I was not beat up my dad? You know him, he is the dearest man in the world, something he would never do. Maybe this is a mistake in my case and he has used a naughty brat who makes life hell for him and hurl abuse at his birthday party his employees.
Why you do not do it? I pass and I will make trouble. You beat me by proper that I cry and cry. Then I got the punishment for my bad behavior and their satisfaction.
Well this is an offer? I hope to hear from you:
Sincerely
Mae Rubintié
Oops!
The second mail was sent at 5:30 clock.
Hello Mr. Baendoff, I
am's again. I now have the whole night crying. About what, I can not write here.
me would do a great favor if you tell me under the cell phone ... No 0172. would call, I'd love to talk to you. Your
Mae
PS Please call me today still, it is very important.

"Ojeoje! Baendoff your big mouth again brings up to his neck. "So get on the phone, it's late! So 0172nd. Dial Tone! "Yes?" "Mae, it's me Baendoff, they had written to me ... and I have your mails read until now and .." "Nice that they call I have all the time ... it is because of our dispute ... well a directly a dispute, it was not so .... (Pause) Anyway, I'm ready now "(and crying going on) I
:" You must not take it so seriously. I did not do so ".
Mae: "But they may have meant that way and they are right, I am a stupid cow!"
Me: "Well, maybe one in my age a bit sensitive if ..".
Mae: "Maybe I've fallen even in it."
Me: "What?"
Mae: "My feelings are at the moment as if on a roller coaster. Yesterday I was so incredibly angry at her. I could have killed her. But then I realized that anger is not only there. "
Me:" Oh "(Baendoff do not talk such a shit!)
Mae:" I really liked them ever, ever since they made back then on tab hard photos of me and my horse "
I remember. - is about three years ago. The photos I would have left.
Me: "But I could be her father" (well done!)
Mae: "When I was a little kid, my father was as old as they are now. I always liked older men, which is also so ne Macke of me "
Me:" I do not have just thought "! (Well after all)
Mae: "Yeah I'm already pretty broken" (cries again)
Me: "they should not .."
Mae: "Would it be because even want to meet with me or is that too stupid "
Me:" No, no, we can be happy ... "
Mae:" Soon? I can not get to them tomorrow or is that too intimate "
Me:" No, no, when are you going? "
Mae:" When it suits you, "I
" So around 16:00 clock? ? We could drink coffee and eat a piece of cake "
Mae:" Then I come at 16:00 clock and bring cake ... I am happy "
Me:" ... I also Ääähhh "
Bye. Bye

As I sit so we stare into the weather when the house had been taken straight from a bomb. After a while I go and pike like a spider monkey on my shelf high, as it were trying to save me. I'll get down the container to the photos and digging, digging, - as I have. Mae with Papa and Mama in the rider hard. It comes out to Mama, who is Italian. Although probably rarely been in Italy, she has taken over not only the outside of Mama, but this typical gesture rich body language. In another photo, she is her horse to see. Pretty as a picture, but if they find something acidified the weather looks, because the horse probably would not like it. The dark, curly hair a little longer than now. With about 16 years ago neat breasts and these breeches on her narrow hips makes the buttocks appear more expansive. When I last night I now call to mind, I see their first light-blue eyes full of hate in front of me and right after their shells tits as she throws angry because of my comments in the chest. And as she pulls away from stinky butt and hips and move like ball bearings.

Basically, the parade is a young female. And to the girl you want Baendoff you create? Maybe you look a precaution, if you do not have enough vitamin tablets in the house, just in case.
At night I slept badly, had threatened me because of an affair with the daughter of the senior partner of termination seen, the idea that they just want to piss me only strong, was driving me some time.
After the service, I can not lie down, of course, have to clean up, dress up myself a little, put on coffee, not to go pee, because they already ringing clock at 15:45. I open the door, and washed, it comes in pike, throws a cake tray on the dresser, appeared between my hands through it and hugs me. In boxing, they would cling to say how she wraps her arms around my chest, her head lays to my chest and me violently suppressed. As I understand that I here will not help judges, I also put an arm around her and underline the right hand over her head. She turns, looks embarrassed as a child and suddenly has a stuffed animal in her hand which she has brought me. A small cow Stiff, - beautiful thing. That's me, she says, happy that I like it.

We sat down, I manage to pour the coffee, although I am a bit excited. We eat the good black forest cherry - cake, which she has brought. Then babbles Release it tells of her passing Abiprüfung and that'll soon begin the serious business of life, - she wants to study and, if at all possible, remain at the place of me wants to know, I think that, or whether they should move better. She seems mighty in stress to be - can only arise no question of a break. Suddenly, she is serious, I look at her expectantly. She asks me whether I would probably sit next to them, because if I sit and look at them since so critical could not speak it. I note that they now have the "you" to "you" is changed and when I sat her on the sofa cuddling, she immediately takes my arm and my thumb in their little hand. "Have you ever beat girls?" "Yes," I say. "I thought to myself," she countered. The result is a longer break. Then she turns me upside down until they see me in the eye and says, as she looks at me inquiringly, "I'm still a virgin." I show by a "hmhm" indicates that I understand. "And? Do you find that bad? You can say it quietly, "she asks," Why should I find bad, "" Because no man is my age still a virgin! "" I think this is a rumor? "- Pause" But you'll find it at least not bad? I mean would you say to me "" No, and yes I would tell you "I say and am not sure if it naive, maybe even a little shot at, or very focused going. "What do you think I am?" She asked hesitantly tried in a speech to a neutral tone. "I think you're adorable" and I notice that it wants to hear more ". You could give me quite angry with the head twist" "Yeah I will," it comes like a shot from the gun. We both laughed and the ice is broken. She snuggles up to me again "I am a horny little bitch," she says, "if also still a virgin. I know myself very well with all varieties of love and sometimes hang around all weekend in the net and look there, how they do it. "" And what do they do that? "I ask. "They put their penis in all holes, they reduce splashing on them," she says quite succinctly. "Sometimes they whip it out or even cut them fully the butt." "And you like that?" She shrugs her shoulders. "Do not know? I have not tried it so "you come up with the head, looks at me and asks," Would you then want to do something with me. " I look into her blue eyes and then say that: "Yeah." She looks lost in thought as through me, but noticed it immediately and even crimson. Thereafter, the head sinks back on my chest. After a while she says. "I hope so much that at last with me what's going on" She would have liked after 15 minutes lost her virginity to me, as it was on, she told me later. I, for one was obliged to make clear to her that Rome was not built in a day. However, I have this mouse, about just over 1.60 m tall, just under 55 kg heavy to here only to indicate the format on his lap and smooching vigorously with her. It stroked her bottom with his hands under her sweater down, the bra-open, caressing the fleshy tits, their nipples and massaged a little between your fingers. - All in all a great night and I was already a crush right into it. - You had me enchanted with lightning speed, produces a long unheard, good feeling in me and made me willing to risk my ass and professionally.

What makes even the age difference, I had thought when they both want the same thing. Our relationship was rapidly gaining momentum, she urged her defloration, which she had so much into his head. So I tried to give the related act of a corresponding frame and placed at home ever Pommerie cold. In the evening I took her out to dinner and put me in the restaurant added to the pack condoms that I had a second home to be ready for anything. Otherwise, we skin acts in haste, the pure Chinese food, because she was in a hurry and drove it scary to me soon. The description of her incredibly beautiful, wonderful figure I'll get to later. It is only mentioned here before, because it was probably the reason why I am the light of the theater, which developed well, even got a high.

clock was around 4 am I on my back in bed, looked at the ceiling, she crouched sideways into the pillow and cried and howled and howled. Before bed 6 condoms lying on the ground, I had worn at my attempts to penetrate into it without reaching the goal. Again and again I had tried to reassure them, to motivate me, again and again it was not, was too narrow, did hurt, in spite of half a lube tube, - a drama. In the meantime I had tried to reassure her, telling her by a friend when the hymen was also very stable, so it had to be blown up by her gynecologist. I should have kept his mouth because it was worse. She had sat down in her little head that today would be night by my cock for his wife. As that prospect now waned, it was almost ripe for a hospitalization. And I I felt sorry. In a few hours I could get up, go to work and after the stint that I had behind me. I was so busy with me that I was not paying attention to how she was initially quiet and then upgraded for the next attempt. When I felt her hand on my belly I crowed going on at once that we had no condoms and more that I could no longer hurt me at all the tail did. Oddly enough, now was it she who persuaded a calming effect on me. She would make me so happy, be my little whore, which I could do anything ... .- everything. I need him to put so only once in really well and then everything would be clear this would need no condom. While she spoke, her little hand stroked my balls. I stayed with my clear - "No," you could not be put off, but began to sing in my ear. "You are so beautiful to meee .." ... and was damn good voice (probably had once sung in the choir or something) and I listened attentively this old way of Joe Cocker, while my cock opened to commit treason to me and my "No" to question. Well, that is not of principle.
"Well, we try it again, would you hold out to me please your sweet ass?" - Already done when she realized that I sat up, she had already taken that night on several occasions practiced item and kneeled on all fours. I sat on my cock gently, firmly grabbed her hips and pressed and pressed and pressed, as she screamed like crazy. And then ripped the thing but actually - and yes, this resistance is suddenly ripped away and I was fully into her there. It took a moment until she realized what was going on. "What?" She asked, as she felt that now something was different. "That's it," I said tersely. "What was it?" She said and jumped out of bed. Then she saw her, "I Bleed! Look ... I'm bleeding! ". I must have looked stupid while rumtanzte with her bleeding cunt in front of my bed, my runner vollsaute and enthusiastically shouted: "You have fucked me, you fucked me." "Well, maybe not quite," I said. "Dohoch", it echoed back. "Well, we want to accept it once and drink it," I said, feeling tired and exhausted. So I going to get pushed to the champagne. We did empty the whole bottle, or more precisely two glasses, I Pusht the rest so I am high in order not to buckle after all. You gave me compliments, said, that they had known that I am the real "first" was for her, was looking forward to what all come yet, kissed me passionately again and again, so I like a trip into the company added, ensure that upset me today nothing could.

The child was a challenge in every respect. In order not to dance to their nose or her not to leave the shaping of our relationship, I suggested that for our next meeting, in the afternoon in a city to drive around, do not expect to find too much with friends and would be something nice for them to wear shopping. Once there I took her to a big store, for all the ladies in the lingerie Ages were available. She ran after me and like when we were asked by the seller according to our wishes, she left me willing to speak. "We would like for the young lady a silk petticoat, then one, as in the 40 he had to 50 years in fashion, heavy quality." I would have liked to give further information on my requests for information, but saw that the seller had already understood, and now it was scanned, Mae's character with his eyes. "Why a silk petticoat," asked Mae, I have almost no clothes. "For me," I replied, "Let yourself be surprised." She did. I was surprised that the shop soon with 4 boxes came back to us and began to spread the contents on the counter. "He's too big, I can see already," she said, putting aside a model. Since then, three were black petticoats, with applications in a dark purple, each more beautiful than the other. I had previously only seen in pictures such skirts and with my aunt. hard to describe how the heavy silk qualities felt to me not a silk shirt comparable. Mae probably noticed that I was in for a surprise out and she grabbed the three skirts and summarily disappeared: "I can even try on a minute," towards a cloakroom. The saleswoman looked me in the corner of his eye reserved. They probably wondered if I maybe would be the dad. And that was one reason why I am in the shop and in the situation did not feel as comfortable as usual, when I went to a nice girl what to wear now. The second reason was Mae's beauty. Beauty may have little intimidating, I thought, as she presented the first petticoat. The thing was a little too closely, you could see immediately. And yet - the style of the skirts was quite similar to each other. A top with spaghetti straps and neck went into a waisted section, which was far from the middle of butt to offer walking leg. In Maes case, this meant that the final had breasts pushed up as though she had her bra taken off easily, which was immediately clear, since the nipples clearly expressed through the cloth. We noticed at once that the thing around to the chest was too tight. Everything else might have gone. To narrow hips gave her wasp waist is even a minimal surplus material. The buttocks on the other hand painted again from bulging and clear. I wanted to break a sweat. Had she moved out when trying on about all their underwear? As to me it turned her ass, I saw to my relief, a small triangle fabric that subtly over the Pospalt simply copy, but that is a string. Although we knew that the thing was too tight, it did not take Mae, three - four times to go up and down and to demonstrate their ball-rolling action. Now the intimidating effect of her beauty had reached the seller, who had watched the scene warily until now. This grace of motion, the full breasts and buttocks bobbing, combined with provocative Maes childlike smile, made them turn around abruptly and nestled in a bay in any packaging around. We were lucky that the last remaining rock in pure black was still remained, more or less perfectly sat. Happy we decided to take the play, although I out at a price 270 € but had to swallow. I kept telling myself that the money would be well spent if I imagined that the girl in this outfit would soon be walking through my apartment. This bill but I had made no Mae.

This girl was a "Übererfüllerin" in every way. She tried to constantly improve in terms allmöglicher and after she had once heard that I appreciated her beautiful clothing, they spent huge amounts of money to amaze with new outfits. And since they house was not poor, because they had few options. They talked to me about it like that looked really sharp and what not.



outfit to one of our afternoon dates, we had become accustomed to eating cake in the afternoon after work, they usually appeared brought them into an elevator in which I barely recognized her. She had surprised their own key, so I was like it at the time, I was expecting it, rang the bell. Over the intercom I got no answer and shortly after there was a knock at the door directly. I opened and there she was, or - was it then? She wore a dark red wool suit in a classic cut, high-heels and wore a cap, in front with a small net veil that stood up over his eyes shut. Your curly hair she had, white subdued to God as a node. She had propped the gloved hands in the side and looked at eye level but down on me. To top it all, she was heavily made up. I said: "Come clean" and played my uncertainty, I am not 100% sure of was whether it was real. "As there is no kiss?" So I pressed her a kiss on the mouth, which brought me safe well-rouged lips. She eyed me with a mixture of arrogance and haughtiness, and walked leisurely pace in the apartment, thoughtfully looking at everything as if it were for the first time here. The skirt was tight, she cradled her buttocks with every step and they had .... Yes, they had probably real silk stockings with seams on. "Wow!". I had just says off the spit. They continued to play the Subcooled, walked to the desk, looked out the window apparently interested roamed, slowly and casually off the leather gloves and threw them on the keyboard of my PC. "Oh crap I forgot the cake," she said. "It's a shame, I was looking forward on it," I quängelte because I had obtained the text again. "I'm sorry, but I .." "You're going to have me serve as a substitute and your cunt is so good and pack it out nice and slow." I commanded. She looked at me surprised, but understood quickly. "Ey ey sir," she said with a beam on his face and put a hand in a salute to her hat.

I dragged approached the chair from the next room and sat down while they are mentally gathered for her appearance. Then she pulled her suit jacket in the first and hung them over the desk chair. Came to light a gold silk blouse. Then she sat quietly off the cap, and fiddled with her hair bun, hair pins removed and an ultra fine net, which it had spanned. The hair, which is now unfolding gushed into her neck, shook it a few times back and forth, so that her head seemed familiar to me now. From more can be no question, for she had done me the whole make-up work and also enjoyed playing again in disparaging arrogant facial expressions. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and revealed a black bra in classic cut from wafer-thin, almost transparent fabric. The blouse she put on the jacket, put his hands on her hips and said, "Next". She looked so cool. "Please," I said and she turned around and opened the first button of his coat over her right hip and then the zipper. Then she let her skirt slide slowly to the floor, revealing the full glory. A massive arms around her thin black suspenders Hips, the stockings were also held by massive metal clips. The slip was of the same material as the black bra and almost transparent, opaque only in the crotch. She got out of the rock and looked at me quizzically. "Can you still running to and through time?" I asked. She smiled, laid off his coat and sat me swaying hips in motion. "Klock, Klock, Klock 'in paragraphs made on the floor. She could certainly be a photo from the prior model. You could walk, stand and figures make it to turn my ass while lasciviously look over the shoulder and their presentations with hands on hips its madness breasts. "And what now? ". they took me out of my dreams. "As I said, Because thou hast forgotten the cake, you must now serve me your cunt," I replied. "I'll take one over there on the desk." She understood, wanted to take off the stockings, as they would otherwise not get down the slip, but this I wanted to again. "Leave the socks on." And they broke the clips that held the stockings, put off his briefs, made the clips securely. "So now lean on the desk and keeps me nice pussy to go," I said and pushed her to the desk. Half sitting, half leaning forward she stood on the edge and looked at me devoutly to when I was on the desk chair and sat them in order as possible to sit deep, down went up. Her nostrils quivered when I asked her fingers to spread her pussy nice. Now taken the cake was so spare, with certain parallels already appeared in my head. How does it so with her legs spread and hung with the bright pink afforded her pussy put, there is a beyond lust feelings that I knew from childhood, when the early summer, the first floors strawberry cake were served with whipped cream and one in the Sunday suit against the beautiful set table in the room sat. When I rolled up with this idea in his head to the office chair, they must I have probably been the greed in the face, for she almost shouted: "cautious". I watched her smiling at her anxious face and said "sure". I was still thinking of strawberry cake, as I licked with his tongue a few times by the cunt. She was not only for their gesture her an expressive girl, but produced with our special activities always a background noise that I had met before in this or similar form. She cried and cried, - now. And I made the fun to say to her. "Be not so loud I can not concentrate" Then it was probably a no. Nevertheless, she was cooperative, as I now have a little besieged, so they came to lie with her tailbone on the edge of your desk. I still put my computer keyboard to the side and told her to rest your elbows on the desk. THE SB I rolled back. I do not like this pulled off her pretty high-heels, so that their feet could find on the back of the desk chair. Now I had moved all the beauty in front of my face, with the thumb gently the lips apart and stuck my tongue as far as I could not utter them in the cunt. So I had pulled up at the same time the slider of the soundtrack again. "Please!" Was the answer according to me. Again and again, please. "Please," even when I later tried to enter with my tongue in these cute anus. And "Please," as my lips gently spanned the clitoris and I began gently, to suck. "Ooohuuu, please, please do not." Ask and you shall be given, and thought I took the fruit as a whole again and pulled his tongue through it again and again. Then I put the finger in her pussy, he moved a little back and forth, massaging the clitoris with the tip of the tongue. "Oohu your pant ..- ... please, please," The noise rose again dramatically. Nevertheless, I had to suck for some time, this pretty little pussy. The girl had, as already some others before it, problems with her orgasm - too fixated on cramp up - which I know. In any case, she fought while I quietly sucking a desperate struggle, moaning, panting, his head flung back and forth until cramped with loud groans of the whole body. I had her down from the desk to help her legs would not carry them anymore. So I took it on his lap and held her as she buried her face in my neck. Her breathing was not uniform but jerky in small batches. Eventually, she was back with him and whispered in my ear. "Wow that was intense .... That was almost too hard."

An afternoon in heaven as heavenly

have I remember this afternoon. Not even necessarily because we had more good sex. I was a young girl sitting on my lap, the good spirits and was always on his own initiative, the tongue in his mouth and violently snogs with me. The sun was shining, I had, for reasons which I do not remember, coffee and biscuits served on the desktop, we ate and drank, they both had completely smeared mouths of their thickly applied lipstick - wonderful. So I casually patted the two protruding round buttocks, which she was sitting halfway back hanging over my thigh, turned and rolled back and forth with the chair was, even with a properly Wife together will, say, in a situation where everything just fits. - What is, perhaps you will agree with me, not so very often has.
The hair that still swam in the soup, I did not realize until much later. She was an extraordinary girl, very mature for her age, even quite sexually washed with all waters. Even if they had just become the first woman, she had it already been seen some porn and get a body of knowledge risen, the practice they put themselves hired very skilled.

It was a lot of "already". I had a lot of "still". - They could still depend on when we ran in the evening after the movies to the car, you could still a halfway passable his lover, I had probably a certain inner youthfulness preserved, which allowed me to still hineinzudenken in their world view and their problems. This "still" felt first for me very well. Over time, struck me but to the insight that "still" and the "already" would be in the long run an incompatible opposites. And even more, that it is with "nor" acted as a good friend, whom you may not know which one is exposed, for better or worse and with good reason must be confronted, that he is not his place to available and suddenly put in its place "just yet "or" no longer appear. Enough word games. All this was a gradual process that first started later in the background in my head.

Now she sat on my lap and the world was in order. I started to play with her breasts, which were meaty and me firmly in hand, teasing the nipples with a finger tip that they were hard, she took in her mouth sucked on it. You watched me attentively, groaned and got a huge goose bumps when I started with the suction. "Uuhhh what you do to me?" She asked. "Fuck you in the butt - violent and brutal," I replied. She looked at me seriously and asked, "You makes it extremely good fun to make me afraid of what? ". "Yes, tremendously," I answered and took it with a jerk on his arm and carried her across the room. On the bed, I made it and I dove on it. How it since so it was between my elbow still looking seriously at the weather. I kissed her and whispered in her ear: "Beast-would you hold out your sweet behind me now?" So I rolled down the side of it and released it. She looked perplexed for a moment, if only for a moment. Then she said with a skilful pathetic eyelashes: "I trust you," and lay down on his stomach. I rolled up a pillow and pushed it under her so that the butt was inviting in the air. Now I clapped a little on the cheeks, while she turned her head to me and watching me without moving. This Butt flattered my hand firmly and twist his jaws stretched after each strike again as they longed for the next one. That made you hungry for more, so I pulled apart the cheeks and began to explore the Pospalt to me the tongue. "Oohh what are you doing it?" She asked. I did not answer but instead tried his tongue into this small fleshy hole to penetrate. To better get hold I spread her legs and knelt down behind her. She moaned and held out the butt, so my tongue and the Cunt once took. "Take your time, the jaws apart," and she came immediately after the call, her hands came back, pulled the jaws so that the view the shares on the anus, which I now further stimulated by the tongue. "Lube or not that is the question" I thought I could not solve. It was also just as beautiful horny, constantly moaned and held against my ass so nice. I started with the left hand to fondle my cock while I massaged his right thumb to the anus. A little spit, which I had carefully drizzling broke his resistance and had the thumb pad sink. Her moans were now loud again when I started to stretch the ring with your thumb. Then I put again after a bit of spit and put the acorn on my tail to sink it. "Be careful," she wailed again. "Press it myself pure" I replied and that was a good idea. He was not even in it but this little game had its own charm. Once again, a dab of spit and I pressed slowly and continuously, more precisely, I held the left hand resting next to her head to my tail, right as she tried to push her ass against it. While I thought the fact that such a tail can also break, the meat ring was suddenly in front of me and after I was good in their half of it. "Careful," she moaned again and I was cautious. My tail was clutching like a fist. Assfucked without proper lubrication is a tricky thing, as you should be able to destroy something and so I moved my cock inch by inch back and forth. I took my time, spread my legs as far up it hurt me and knelt behind her. With your hands, I pulled apart her ass cheeks and was able to see her anus encircled my cock vigorously. Out of pure sliding and could there be no question. Reluctantly gave in to the ring when I observed on the tail a bit and held it convulsively when I turn it back rauszog. Thus this small rosette was in this In and out such a move, to me when looking at this picture, the horniness climbed in the neck. - Slowly back and rosette out, rose pure. "Uhuuhuu huhuuhuu ... ..." it sounded again. There was no rammeln in it and yet introduced the intense embrace, combined with her voice with me now so slow somewhat in transition. Since I still wanted to delay the whole thing a bit, pulled it out and rolled away under her pillow so that she was now lying flat on his stomach. I still knelt astride behind her, pulled her buttocks apart, put one last time to spit and put it back inside what was now good. Now I rested my upper body on the Elbow beside her shoulders to her being close. With his right hand, I gathered up her hair and pulled her head away. She understood and twisted his head back up, so I could put her on the left side of the tongue in the mouth. She began to suck, which made my pelvis in motion. I moved gently back and forth and could feel the ring much to my cock, even though I now could easily penetrate. She sucked on my tongue still what I allowed until the pressure between my legs became unbearable, I straightened up my upper body back resting on his hands and happened to the pool. Her hands clenched in the sheets. The grip of my cock was now clearly under, so I could fuck her right. The sudden loss of resistance made me jump once a thought in his head, after this it would perhaps not be possible to come to such end. I took her hips in his hands and concentrated. Out and in and out and in and getting faster. "Ouhuhuuuu!" Was the answer from the beginning. I took the big night table lamp targeted better to concentrate on my lower body can be. When I was down there noticed a twitch, suggesting that there may already be a few drops of "anticipation" have been emptied into her bottom, I gave momentum once again. From the corner of my eye I saw that his fingers slipped her hands in her hair and clung to it. Almost as suddenly clutched together everything down. The dessert lamp lost its contours, Mae howled. Thrusting my lower body was just rocking uncontrollably. I heard my dick squirt formally, it was quiet, my brain literally empty. I lay on it, registered the last throes of my tail that was still in her, pressed her lips again and again on the cheek. Everything else about me, unreal. - Again one of those little death after it already makes some effort to come back to life.

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some point she asked me whether I actually still want to beat. I felt caught, I realized how much I had pushed the issue. I'm not sure if I was not red. Although I had already thought about the idea but immediately discarded. I guess I did not break anything, but where was all so good and I crush it was in it. "Why should I, you are a very pretty girl," I feigned. Because that's not true. Although she had never come across as so ridiculous at the birthday celebration of her father, but she was not fond of right, even if after everything I wrote until now, the impression might arise. She was simply great. They sometimes a pretty big mouth had suited her. So I took it to her not too bad if they put his hands on her hips and railed to the generation of fathers. I was not even meant, right? She looked even look beautiful when their eyes flashed with anger and for polluters, politicians and men in general was hard words, taking down with her head rocked back and forth. They talked no nonsense, but just very young - black and white. There was a dialectic of ifs and buts, and, on the other hand, no place.

gefetzt something we had when it came to the topic of "Smoking" and I took the view that it is harmful to health. We are not arguing about it whether one should smoke or not, as we agreed, should any be left alone. It argued that the media play up the issue because they like to tell about nasty stuff and make pictures of cancerous lungs destroyed, and reports of wars, etc. a good contrast to cooking shows. I tried to back up my counter-argument with medical examinations, which is not of interest here. The fact is that I had never seen the issue of smoking and obviously for them was only of interest because they realized that they sit me the idea and see smoke, somehow bugged.
And to work in this direction, they came to our next date straight to the point by telling me that today they have purchased their first box of cigarettes, because they want to smoke occasionally in the future. You would find the just kinda cool. Then she looked at me expectantly, eager to see how I would react to this opening well, she had me so relaxed cut around the ears. - How it felt for me, anyway. I grinned, embarrassed, knew the moment not quite sure what to make of it, got up and strolled So, at first the way into the living room to my desk, waiting for an inspiration. Should I do to call something she had thought out, to do that ... I was not as simple as that. . I opened the desk drawer and it looked for a way out. I found my Fülleretui that I took it, and go back to her and she was. You opened it and my pen came to light. I explained that it would be a very old, valuable filler, for which I had saved a long time. She seemed confused, understood the context does not, but tried then to follow me, opened the pen and looked at the pen, while I asked my hormone producing glands, adrenaline pour out, because a fight is to exist,-which they did without such fears long hesitation, I finally put in a bind. When she looked up, smiling, and said "beautiful", was I quite steam. My voice trembled as I said, "Come on ruining him!". You aghast: "Excuse me" I sat her on the sofa, turned to her, raised my body tension, pulling the left shoulder down a little and moved his body forward, so that they now have an arm's length away from me was sitting with his left jab would therefore wegzuklatschen. "Say I have a speech impediment? Finally make the crap filler broken, cut it with a pen on the table, he did not so much "-" I really do not understand you "-" It's your fucking game, you imagine the prospect of to work to ensure that your pretty tits begin early this week to stink. So you threaten it, to ruin what I love. Because we do it's time to make really crisp. So finally do break the pen "the last sentence I cry. During my speech, her eyes have become increasingly larger. Now she grabs the pen quickly in his case, that she quickly hid behind her as if it were hot. She says that it would have been not so mean, trying to smile. "You mean that I talk shit?" I asked quietly trying. "No I do not mean," she says and tries to smile. "What damned Shit you think so? "I holler at her and she flinches. Their little eyes fill with tears. "Please, will return to normal - I fear otherwise and I have to go". I to mock: "I'm usually afraid and then I go," clear my throat watching in silence on my hands, I rub together and run more, "Watch out sweetness, you came in here just now and were you thinking , - the old bag should leave making male, he can certainly be very nice. Why not? but nothing is there. "(She cries pretty thick tears, shaking his head)" The problem is simple, such long-standing bags can sometimes tolerate no fun and then you have to be a bit careful. Otherwise they are in fact as they themselves actually do not suffer and that you do not mean to you? ". I look back on and see that they now slumped as squats, like a hamster, holding a handkerchief in his hands under the nose and crying. She shakes my question is still the head. She can not talk anymore. - I must be careful now, hell, I'm going to irritate the whole. And so I try to calm itself and say slowly: "If you do not want that here the same happened a misfortune are you so kind and are now very fast times in your pants, please. "She no longer cries, but is very pale and advances to immediately. Oh dear, her hands tremble so much that they hardly aufkriegt their belt buckle. Her mouth is all the time and like a carp. At some point it has because it peeled out of their pants and when I say "all", even the panties still pulled out. So she stands there like a sacrificial lamb and stares at me totally stunned. So I carry her before the mirror, so I can move my eye quickly from her ass on her face. Once there I put my left side next to her and put my left arm around her, so that they push with the chest on the other hand can in order to support themselves when they stretched out her butt up, what I call them now. Her facial expression after she awaits her execution. A wonderful image I see in the mirror. Now, I strike her on the hair and ask, "You are a very naughty girl, do not you." And she? - Nod twice, then the tears flow down her cheeks again. I haue not been really going on but she laments the same, acknowledges each hit with "Au and ohh!" She has the nice ass of a strong athlete, that he is not too muscular. While I haue it so, is there really life there. I initially had only modest desire to beat them, I come the noise and these pictures but the taste and cut down the middle of the cheeks. She begins to fidget, it's whining loudly tried using the rear to flee away. I think with my left arm firmly clasped and cut further, have me around her bent over and now only the bottom in sight, as he shakes shrugs, moves. Suddenly, she is quite calm, just loud howls and then shaken by an outburst of tears. I take this as a reason now to make so slowly closing. Well, her ass is fire red, but she sobbed piteously, as if there is another, more significant had happened. She's very sensitive, emotionally and physically. And how they trembling all over. "May I go now please, please," asks earnestly, and she has her hands folded as in prayer. I am so surprised that I only say: "Please, if you mean". I have no idea what I could say or do. And I have to watch helplessly as she quickly attracts, gathers her things together and ran out the front door.

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Na prost Baendoff meal, which have you done great! I walk in the house back and forth, thinking about what to do, but can not think straight. The panic me crawling up his neck. What's going on now with her? I can not recall that I ever had the idea to call someone and ask what to do. But now I am looking for the phone number of a friend from old days to help me to analyze the situation and do what is necessary. When I got the phone almost in hand, it suddenly rings, I cringe as if electrified. It is Mae. "I do not know why I ran away, I can come back? "Uh, yes clear" stay "And also with you tonight?" "Yeah sure" "And you are you again very .... - Normal, "" How can I understand your question?. "You should have time to see, not as you hit me, but before! ... I thought, now he takes you around ... And .. and that was just so shit. "(she cries) (I knew that I had the whole overwrought)" And I've always thought that only come out somehow ... And so I'm just took off ... but you're back to normal? Say it please be honest! "" You are just very sensitive, "I replied, because I could think of nothing else and" Come on it for now. " After a pause that seemed endless, I heard "Well, I'll be right". Then the connection was interrupted. With a beating heart at the front door I ran back and forth, trying to hypnotize the doorbell, clamp on that soon. At some point, a key turned in the door lock. -Oh yes, she has a key-The mouse came in and looked as if they had been washed too hot - just finished. I had severe remorse and I could just hide, excuse me a thousand times. You hugged me hard and when I opened my mouth to instigate a conversation to clarify the situation, they put me into her tongue. "Can we a bit of TV?" She asked, pointing to a way that they do not want to talk. So I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV with the remote control. She climbed on my lap and snuggled against me. Some women can snuggle up so that your body blur the boundaries. And since I was still plagued recently by the feeling of having lost her, I felt this special double-intensive. She sat on my lap, with her in it in some way my whole body. At least 2 hours passed so in silent prayer, I just know that "Star Trek" was, all I have registered. She did not at all, had laid her head on my shoulder, I felt her nose in between somewhere behind my ear. At some point, but I warned then that it was time to go to bed, whereupon she nodded and pragmatically asked if she could take my toothbrush. I said yes, although I still would have had one for her, but now wanted to do anything wrong. Once in bed, she immediately snuggled up to me again. Everything felt good between us again, and so had I, too, no need to say anything more, except for "Good Night".

I had one once said that I am sleeping on his back snoring. This thought drove me a short time around but I just could not bring themselves to voluntarily change positions, even when they are in and it was on my right arm. And in fact we slept Sun At one point I had to fuck a wild dream in which I tried to, with a girl which, as it turned out, was still a virgin. It felt out on a very real and very intense, I could smell her cunt. I tried to penetrate into it, they kept quiet, but could not. Again and again I felt something hard on the front of the tip of my tail. And somehow I was surprised but then the dream that this narrowness always felt, was also when I made no attempt to thrust. Probably in order to learn the reason I was awake. The dream was a reality and it was Mae who had beaten the blanket to the side and then tried to swallow my cock. Mae had described along various porn movies that she had seen her sex - developed ideals. So they tried, already the first time when she had a cock in the mouth in "deep throat" as we say today in New Germany. Even as she made the first attempts at me she was very disappointed that they had to keep stalling. I tried to comfort her, as I explained to her that for me it is not heaven on earth mean when a woman tries to hook or by crook, my dick in her trachea plus larynx cover over, to push into the esophagus, which always involves a certain amount of drama and therefore the relaxation is detrimental. Basically, she had her head but tried it again and again because they only tried in the meantime, it was with her spasmodic retching but had never simply beautiful and passionate. Most of all she had when taking advantage of the natural light curve of the jump up, her head positioned towards the feet, for which offers, among other things, the 69er position. So she had taken what I first because my eyes have not really aufkriegte thus noted that two feet had slid under my armpits. When I finally blinked perceived the butt in the twilight of the early morning hours of me I knew I did not get the smell of pussy only dreamed of. Thus, I was almost out of habit, to screw up the pillows behind my head. Since I have a good head taller than she was, I had to bend, they stretch. Through these activities, warned they knew I was awake, but she screamed when I told her my tongue with a time of length to put it in the cunt. I had her ass cheeks in his hand, which felt very smooth. All right, if I felt a little have seen stains, reminiscent of the beating the previous evening. When I was still asleep, she had worked out its activities through a slight lead, which threatened to wane now, so I took from her cunt. With the right middle finger I massaged her anus and took after extensive Gelecke with the tongue tip of the clitoris to target, they poked, pressed it, circled it. This also accelerated the pace it down immensely. It focused on the glans, which I could feel exactly how lips glided over and over again so that I could not help but keep up with the other hand basin. So I worked on my departure, while she tried to delay her, saw the I just. Her mouth was now the position so that I can overcome my shock with short focused his lips with the acorn, they could pull out almost over and so on. Meanwhile, they prepared a synchronized orgasm, she was actually out: When my joints still uncontrolled, were until I finally suddenly spasmed and spurted in her mouth, took her thighs my chest in the pliers, a long-drawn wailing was heard, only heard I swallow it. She played with my slowly becoming flaccid penis for a while the "Verschlingspiel" which gave me intense feelings that drove out of my abdomen to my head and then everything else blocked. Then they came

hochgekrabbelt, lay down in my arm and asked: "Is there anything else for breakfast?". I asked for reconsideration. Then I picked up this theme in attack, although I show up for this departure only slowly and the meaning of the word breakfast could be aware of. Luckily I had bought the day before and could tell us at a time, otherwise I was still asleep, proffer something delicious refreshment. We did not talk more about what happened the night before. However, they still tried to figure out at breakfast as evil or dangerous because I might be prepared. They broke off a powerful by she wanted to go back a question with great effort and bumpy question and if I ever a man ... etc. I caught her word and made them aware that I would for them never to be predictable and it is, moreover, should not seek predictability because otherwise I would still just as interesting to them, as the mineral water on the table without gas.

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adhering to this advice, she tried not to continue to explore my "dark" sides. In return, I tried not to disclose whether they, the "emotional dramas," which she produced again and again - as they felt it represented, - But felt a rising or only ever played. It was probably a mixture of this and that. In each case, a considerable acting talent behind it. So she came, for example, a few days later to one of our dates and seemed contrite. She looked at me not, sat down on the couch, chewing on her bottom lip and was able to demonstrate without words that she had to confess a mortal sin. I hesitated a moment, they ask, as I suspected already, that it would try to me the part of the "educator" and assign it quite possible the script was already in my head this evening. As for my role idea of a cathedral but not heard a strange game plan to follow, I considered the idea of a hand, by setting its own dramatic accents to bring more openness into the game. On the other hand, the authenticity of her performance drew me in its spell. The trembling of her nose had something and I was dying to get out if it really was so close to tears as it seemed. So I sat down beside her so she watched for a while and as I was always uncertain whether their emotional situation is not tangible soul needs based were, I started the dialogue: "What?" "Wait .... I'll tell you the same. " (Your lips move, she struggles for words, their eyes move frantically from side to side) "I'm crap built, "she wrings out some time and throws me a quick, shy glance, her eyes are moist. ". I have my dad just thrown at his head that he is a lousy tyrant" And when I ask how that came as she replied: "We talked about where I someday could be used as an exchange student back and he has almost all . alternatives made equally bad, because it appeared the country unsafe "She now seems calm and collected, I tried to look in between, but - could they mean ashamed" And you've called him a miserable tyrant "" Yes? I yelled at him and got slammed the door and ran away. " When she looks at me with their confessions Sun, has a balancing her eyes that makes me heart palpitations. And there are still increases, as I, who so its good-natured father know them ask: "Why are you equally freaked out so," and it deeply into my eyes, looks up and says in a trembling voice: "Because I am a lousy piece of trash bin. "And in that voice is also something like rage, which reminds me, not to come now for God's will on the socio-educational track. And so I ask her again the scans with the eyes of the floor and chews on her bottom lip, in a firm voice. "And now you come to me for you to pick for your big mouth an ass full" - Pause It says nothing seems to think, until they first imperceptibly, then more clearly, and finally nodded his head vigorously. Then it is silent as to gather strength for a single word that is squeezed out: "Yes." I have watched her attentively, the quake registered their votes and I am mesmerized by the intensity of the moment. Once this has died Yes, the silence for me to be heard. I get up and say, "Well then, you pull out." She gets up immediately and you can tell by looking that it pulls together to - on setting up a seemingly indifferent countenance, and concentrated and gracefully peels off her clothes, which they puts on a stool. While I was otherwise free in similar situations still have capacity, for example, to think about how I will proceed or whether there are fantasies, I would like to realize, I am still of her, paralyzed by the situation. She stands before me, look at the floor and waits. In a sudden rush I bend them just under my arm and cut her the yeasty butt. So hard that I get to sweat and even though I know that they actually accept much, the blows with the tensioned hail flat hand on her cheeks. She screams loud and hoarse their "Ouch ... Auaaa Auhuuu ... ...," cries, whines attempted to withdraw from the stoop raising position in the back I press it with all my weight. And I wonder about the sharp consistency with which I treat them and how do I edit this beloved wriggling cheeks. Only when they are pretty patchy I let go of her and realize that I am at 180. I told her yell that loudly crying rubbing with both hands behind his ear: "So now you stand here in the corner and put you well as you that with your daddy again want to make right and if you have a good idea , you can report you. If not, you'll get tonight, a second pack and then it gets really bitter for you. "So I put it in the corner where they stand remains to be still loud howling to rub the butt.

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I go into the kitchen to fetch me a beer and let myself fall into the chair - I'm done. To give a proper cathedral is sometimes stressful, especially when one has to do with the stimulus qualities that can put a loved beauty in motion. After all, she is so quiet behind me slowly. After a while they come around me takes my hand and starts very complicated, "I want to say something: I promise you solemnly that I will bring back in order. I'll buy a packet of tobacco for dad tomorrow, I sign up through the secretariat in the office and let him go. Then I will apologize to him and tell him that I will never let go never again .... I promise you. "Towards the end of their comments, it is always faster and quieter, then run back the tears. Since I am an "educator" but really touched and said: "All right, all clear" to which she smiles and asks if she can now go to the bathroom. "Please" - and jumps from there. I hear her humming after a short time in the bathroom a little song, gives me the rest, this woman I purchased. When she comes back from the bathroom, she is in high spirits and Jean, my shirt on that I can hang in there. She pulls back up and presented her bottom. "You have beaten me, however tidy, what do you think I may be on the stress for once in you a smoker?" I ask: "Excuse me" She says, "Well, a cigarette, I had already said that I sometimes a smoke. " I sigh deeply and get up casually and gracefully as possible to play hide the fact that I did not buckle, what's going on here. So I get it so a saucer, so it has a full ashtray and I can smoke my Non smoking shack, this concludes my consistency, to keep them from smoking. I'm trying to constantly slipping into the role of spectator, the observer - as they are there, legs wide, has gefläzt in my bed, covered her pussy so just by my denim shirt. She looks like a little movie star in the shooting break. The makeup is smeared around the eyes, the lyrics underscore even partially with the tears running down her cheek, which suggests a dramatic twist. So they sit there from time to time pushes relaxed the fag in the mouth, the eyes move back and forth, as if they would be internally prepare for the shoot. When our eyes meet sudden she brings her most beautiful smile, - charm offensive. "And you get what you mean with your father down again?" I ask to say something. "I will go to it and say that I have suffered physically from the fact that I have behaved so crappy - very honest. I need him not even say that I got really Senge of you would not understand my dear Daddy home. "" You could be right "I reply, and think about whether one of" beating the daughter " probably can formulate a basis for termination.

Such thoughts might burst a few days later a sudden in my working day one, when I called my senior chief and asked me if I might do a moment-free and come to his office. He wants to talk to me about his daughter. On the way to his office hit my heart out to his neck, a thousand thoughts went through my head. - Now, think only of the Nearby. To pay the legal expenses the cost of the process? So I sat before him trying not to breathe quickly and do not avoid his gaze. He seemed to be embarrassed by the situation itself, as he fixed his eyes on me and bumpy kind began: "Mr. Baendoff, as already said about my daughter, Mae. She has the ability to go as an exchange student abroad. And where they want to go? Of course, to Africa, or Brazil. We know have a good relationship with our company in the States as they do. Friends of ours in New York have a daughter the same age, also a student. . One could arrange something so good "when he realized that I made for a surprise came out, he sat down again to new:" My daughter told me she had a very good contact with them and had also been privately taken with them to learn about photography. "He leaned conspiratorially over his desk and continued. "They trusted them! You know, I have only this one daughter and the thought that they were driving somewhere in the crisis regions around the world makes me sick. I hope they do not understand me wrong but I cherish the hope that they could use a little effect on them and .... And it would be to their advantage. "During the last sentences he looked at me for help and then I realized how detached the rope around my neck, I began to nod like a cockatoo. I said that I can understand him well and I'm going to call his daughter today. He was immensely relieved and asked to be discreet when it came to our conversation. - What he has not even well-kept as well, otherwise I can not explain it to me that me the chief clerk, or always from the top down, the next day, welcomed as a personal friend.

But first, Mae was off taking the I with a sincere "Say you have now completely lost your mind?" Received. It was interested basically only in passing, as she could imagine me as a person familiar with her father without me - warn. Much more important was that their trip was the end of our relationship! When I confronted them with this thought she showed once again that they knew how to dramatic climaxes. She let tears run streams from her eyes and was totally shocked about that I thought so little of her and her relationship with me. She could not understand that after all that was between us could remember that they could use to go abroad to take leave from the relationship. I rowed, impressed by her acting performance, back fairly quickly. After all, there was also the possibility that she actually looked like, because a certain youthful naivete was what constituted a part of her appeal, especially if they are so varied between Femme Fatale and child. A little bit opportunistic, I felt already, as I asked her to go, at least in the States, where the probe of her father, submitted for the could ensure that it landed in a reasonably secure environment. Inasmuch as he had been right. This ball she took gratefully and was immediately ready to opt for the states, more precisely, they did so in impressive fashion from now like they travel back to my personal request. We had a great month in which I spoke no more of separation and they acted as if it was only once physically absent for a while, nothing more. There were thousands of possibilities to communicate. In fact, she called at least two months of almost daily. Towards the end of two months was more common by a certain Jeff mentioned, the brother of her fellow student from the family to which they allegedly "A good, though have platonic relationship." After the talks were a bit wooden, she talked to me almost like a Ersatzdady that had to be kept informed of the progress of their stay. Which I gathered that Jeff pulled out his cock and the Platonic in the relationship with Mae had dodged a bit. During a domestic trip she made with her host family, she announced to me to stop calling as often. Then I had it again on the answering machine where they left a text that would have good to stand on a postcard, it was broadcasting break. I was a little melancholy at heart but sadly was not me directly. "Already" and "Only" had actually separated in an optimal way. "Once" had kept to the end, did not "just" or soft "no more".

I've taken some time in the city. Next to her a giant of a young man, whom she introduced me, "Jeff" as. She beamed from ear to ear, even Jeff bared teeth impressive. She talked and talked about the states of New York - all so big, so impressive so far and was getting faster, so I kindly nod, could barely follow. And then suddenly his eyes were big, as I knew from before, and tears ran over her cheeks. We did not all do what we should do - an awkward situation. Eventually, she shot forward, embraced me, pressed her head against my chest and said, without looking at me again, "I must go now." Then she disappeared, her Jeff like an oversized dog pulling behind him in the crowd. Since then she has a permanent place in my heart.