separation from White had always lived in the house, yes .. with one-way mirror in the bedroom with attached bathroom. Now after the story was over with Marc I found a bigger apartment in center, with adjoining study and so I sold the old house. I lived there yet, but already with a sense of regret, connected with the memories of all that had happened between those walls. The first I had to call the number listed on the sign posted outside, was an engaged couple waiting to get married soon and looking for an apartment of that size. I stared at the appointment for the next day toward evening. I opened and the two I saw were quite ridiculous and very shy. He looked like a comic imitation of a loser Cominione and Liberation, a trouser suit with her, out of fashion, the chignon, myopic glasses on a face raped by a decidedly oversized nose. Were entered and almost embarrassed I was, too, seeing them spellbound in front of a giant, a whole wall, a well-known drawing by Schiele, a woman sitting with her legs wide open. In fact I had completely forgotten that my house was attractively decorated in a way perhaps too unconventional for the buyers 'normal'. Now with this doubt in mind I opened the door to Lucy's bedroom, so she presented the future bride, and Edward measured the bathroom. Beautiful and absolutely impossible not to notice, triumphed on a table by the bed, inside a glass case with three fouls. Not a common composition, but a work of art that I had purchased from a merchant in Paris, also overly expensive. Fouls, a glass of 700, another Japanese black lacquer and the last ivory from Java, were delicious works, artfully worked, placed on special supports, especially a striking resemblance with real male erect, with the particular dimension: the glass was almost normal , that the ivory and lacquer XL XXL. The future bride was enchanted in front of that object, looked, then looked at me and blushed, then he was concerned stunned, staring at me in the eye in an incomprehensible way, ran in his mind probably the most diverse thoughts. Maybe I was gay? But the photos on the wall of the room, Marcella naked, while artistic and not vulgar, they lifted the doubt. Just in time for entry the future husband. I tried to make a screen object and we could not see him, Lucy in return gave me a look of sensuality to embarrass me, almost. After the visit informed me that currently lived with her parents and the marriage was fixed in a month. After the honeymoon would have contacted me hoping that I had not already sold. I had almost forgotten when the couple after a couple of months or so, called me Lucia, his voice was stronger, said a new appointment to further measures. The curiosity to see her and the fact that I did not have much negotiation, facilitated the meeting in the afternoon the next day at 16. It seemed a strange time. Right on time the doorbell rang and I opened it. Even the shadow of Edward. Lucia was unrecognizable, the only thing unchanged was the nose. Tanned, without glasses, long hair loose over her shoulders, mini, pretty short on two legs that absolutely did not deserve the indignity of being covered by pants. I told her to come in and provocatively asked, "Your husband has to get there?" Without blushing replied, "I'm alone." Two minutes of silence were the best that granted. Then he took her hand and said. "Do you want to revise the bedroom?" Said one of his head. I opened the door, I come in and let her alone, more than five minutes after I entered. Stood before the glass case, still. I sat behind her and moved her hair from her neck and kissed him, stroking her from behind, her breasts, leaned his seat just allows them to feel my excitement and told her: "You can touch them if you want." Its It was a whisper. I removed the cover glass and let you near him, betting that he picked up the ivory. I lost because he chose to order the glass, then touched them all and asked me. "How many women have used them?" I replied: "I do not know exactly, I think many, but the last one that I think is you would like to try them ". While I finished the sentence I was sitting on the bed and my hands went up under her mini. He let himself off completely and I was admiring her naked. It was wonderful, a plastic nose and would be perfect. He let himself kissing and licking all over the body, slow animation and panting with pleasure. When I undressed and lay down on the bed, stretched out her hands towards my sex erect, I climbed up, took him gently and rubbed the tip between her lips already wet. I insisted on not penetrate it, she wanted him to do. It was not like that, the rubbed on the clitoris to reach orgasm a delicate and long, then dropped literally over and remained so still, impaled, wincing. I did not move and slipped away from me, getting up and taking the foul black lacquer. He began to lick, wet and introdurselo groped for, without success, was too big. He asked me to help her, but I was afraid of tearing it. The more I penetrated for a long time without coming, but lubricating it even more and tried with that of ivory, and slipped easily enough, I left you a pleasure to handle it, watching it come almost immediately. When he pulled out of his mood was impregnated sticky and it was she who still groped with the lacquer, and failing. The penetrated again, began to enjoy asking me to come with her, but not in "Find me, please on the clitoris." It was a sublime pleasure to see her pull it out at the appropriate time and enjoy it while I rubbed and downloaded to your sex held open with one hand. It was very fast to grab the foul black and after passing it in my liquid that dripped from her lips, slipped abruptly with a grimace of pain that soon turned into pleasure and then last orgasm. For that afternoon.
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