me that she saw us and that if I did not do
her too she would tell her daddy - what a no-brainer - Magdalena
was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen (in my 68
years) she was like an angel, blue-eyed and blonde like her
mama, with rosy pink nipples, a beautiful and super tight pussy
and a pink asshole that made me understand why it is sometimes
called a rosette. Was she kidding me? some people would pay a
fortune, or even kill somebody to be able to stick their dick
into that gorgeous asshole and I get a "or else?" If I was a
believer I would have knelt and broken into Hosannas, singing
Hail Mary, Jesus, Joseph, Mustapha, Fatima and bless their God
and the God of Israel and Petach-Tikva, but instead I just
hardened myself (namely my cock) and went to work. Yes Flaviu, I
really, really fucked that ass good! I fucked your mama Flaviu!
I fucked your sister too! Your mama! Your sister! Your mama's
ass! Your sister's ass! On the floor, on the table, in your
daddy's bed and one time I fucked your sister's cunt right in
your bed!
I guess most
of that if not all of it went through my mind while I was
playing with my super hot Parvati - I had picked her up a few
months ago in one of the pubs on Liberty Avenue. We were both
drinking cognac and shooting pool - after an appropriate time
had elapsed, I reached the conclusion that she had had enough
cognacs and that she could handle the truth about her name and I
explained to her that the meaning of
Parvati in Hebrew was "my fur"
and that I thought that was a very very sexy name, at which she
replied that she would never demean herself by becoming
anybody's fur but that seeing as I was so nicely clean shaven,
she would not mind serving as my beard sometime - I took the
bait and replied that there is no time like the present and here
we are, perhaps six months later with a wonderful relationship
based on mutual respect, shared cooking and deep, spiritual,
enlightening fuck-sessions. Parvati, was about the same age as
Paula but she was better skilled at sex artistry, her background
had compelled her to do a thorough study of the Kama Sutra. Be
that as it may, on this particular day my mind was a time
machine - Vati's fingers were playing my cock like a concert
flautist plays her instrument and evoking some memories that
made it all so, so, so much more intense - it was as if my cock
had a memory that was being shared |