The tour of Milan
When I was at dinner with Ornella and Paul, he told me done a lot of questions about particular places of Milan, places a voyeur, it seemed like a normal curiosity, since I know my blog and the topic of conversation for the evening. Ornella sent several text messages, asking me to take a ride in those places (besides Paul, I had prayed with another messaggino to please his wife in his demands, I was thinking of something else) So at 17, half an hour late release, Ornella fetch station Lambrate was Fred Perry in black, billowing white linen skirt and black flats. He asks me to take a drink at the park Lambro. Them after an ice Uncle Tom's Cabin want to see a car that was described as attended by voyeurs. He remembered everything I said at the dinner table! The harbor there. At that time, the 18, soon to expect to see ghosts who hide behind trees to spy, however, we stop in the place. A parking ridossato an embankment with trees and large bushes hiding places where the habitual voyeur of the area "curious easily into the car. He wants to pretend to be a couple seeking privacy, yes, but instead of pretending, he began to kiss, tongue darting into my mouth and inevitable erection. hand under her shirt, no bra, just after we were truly a couple in effusions and she was already wet and open legs let himself go to the first orgasm, offered to non-existent audience. Nonexistent? Truly, a movement and shadow behind a bush, could give the impression that someone was already in position at seven, when we already thought it would be appropriate to stop masturbating and decides to fuck, Ornella wants the port to the bridge of Via Bellini! Disappointment and the end of the erection or so, kept alive because of his hand while driving in low traffic of Milan. My hand went well from the change to her legs all the time. The bridge of Via Bellini is simply a bridge for cars with the sidewalk, passing on a railway, and below is a dead-end street, where they stopped the car of couples. From above you can easily see what they do in the car and no one suspects there is someone to watch. I had discovered by chance with a girl. We were fucking with the seats folded out from under her and she had noticed a head peeping from above the bridge. Obviously this is a place for pure voyeurs who enjoy watching only because it is unthinkable that one could get a saw on a fairly busy sidewalk, looking down. We stop and pick up where we left off. That is, two or three to zero. She was coming and I have not, even if the desire to come to her mouth with the work he was doing was great. There, the show for those who wanted to look was great, Ornella was like naked, her skirt does not exist, outside the womb, I masturbated and masturbated with his other hand. At that point I understood everything. Her husband had planned the whole tour stops! I ask for confirmation. She candidly says that it is. He enjoys it. At the bottom are not so even if someone looks at me, excites me. I ask where we are going now. Giardini di Porta Venezia. Goes through my head to make her a joke, more to him than Leie to take her somewhere else. Why poor? after all, asks little and gives me his wife! Ornella in the path tells me that her husband, now wanted the thrill of a voyeur who spies on couples regularly. Parking on the ramparts and descend, there is still light are 20:30, stroll arm in arm, I do not care to check whether or not we followed, we sit on a bench, and we kiss as it is dark, we touch on the sly . There are several couples, a lot of South Americans, some already on the heavy petting .... it was a strange place for couples looking for adventure and became a regular haven for couples. But no, it seemed impossible One, two, three times than that with the dog passes in front of them and behind them. Other "Solarino" cazzeggiano here and there, but their eyes in sfrugano couples like us. We get up now dark, but close later in the summer, we walk toward the pond. We stop in the rocks and a bush that protects us. We are standing. Ornella is a lot shorter than me and his head comes quickly to my flap. The open and takes me in the mouth. I almost come, but no, I just want to fuck her. I can lift up and put sitting on the parapet of the pond, a small piece of wood. Open legs and closed behind my back. Short, do almost hard to pass with one hand and move her panties to toss. E 'bagnatissima hot and I guess that having only a draw away from me I'm messing around with his viscous liquid. But finally the end. We are uncomfortable, an advantage because it would not come for hours. As she loosened the grip with his legs and he slipped a hand while you tap the end and ... comes. Do not we look around, we do not care even a thousand people there were probably watching and masturbating. I quit because the position is absurd, we reassemble and move toward the exit on Via Manin, the former Zoo, there a bench hidden well, there is not any, there was no result ... I think. I sit down and pull it out now, she sits on me and shoves it all in, all hidden under her skirt, fuck me very well, and I will bite his ear nearly off me. No one sees us. Too bad 'cause the lift my skirt from behind, into the bush. The moon is less than half, but his butt still shines and I dedicate my orgasm to those who perhaps we're watching. In my car is parked next to the BMW of Paul. When we get down, smiles and asks us if we go to dinner together. We set off on foot. He had already booked three by Strippoli. It's nearly ten, I can clean myself in the bathroom in his pants and somehow not only those at the table laughing and joking, talking like old friends in a Milan mid-August. At about a return to the car and Paul comes up and tells me: "You make me a favor?" Are you still in your car with Ornella, where we are. "I could say no. Of course not. We sit down, kisses me again, what touches me and I did not expect I have an erection. I hate how you say ..." make two "I've always been a proponent of a long, perhaps very long, very long, to burst from the prostate, but one. The second day, we will repair it. But last night the language of Ornella my business makes me do a tear ideological. The ramparts are empty, the parking lot almost, only our two cars near. Paul stand between her and the door of Ornella you are masturbating, is the first time I see him "at work" is watching us, does not say a word. Ornella has been and is already being alone. I watch me masturbate while Paul and I come splashing on my door. But if it was true that he had arranged everything?
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