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Barbara and Marco

contact with Marco, he of the couple from Milan who had replied to me, a chance to know presupponevava once defined the specific modalities of the meeting that they wanted to organize. The wife, send me the pictures of him, was a striking beauty , recently had fantasies of submission and he, very skilled photographer, who loved to take it while masturbating or performing with other partners, wanted to please her in this new passion. He was a husband of a limitless imagination and exchanged dozens of emails for studying how to meet together, making it appear to you all as random. Finally, Mark asked me the script and the atmosphere of a meeting which would be the course director. I went to the appointment very excited and curious because everything worked on the assumption was in the hands of Barbara, I loved it. Marco was optimistic, my physical age and joined his instructions were drawn to his wife. I was early because I wanted to do an inspection on the spot where I found them, Piazza del Duomo in Bergamo Alta. We were in September and many passers-by and tourists still animated the area but was nearly midnight. I went back to the car park where they should necessarily leave the car and I saw them arrive on the blue Mercedes that I had seen in a photo sent to me, where she was leaning to the naked trunk. Punctual as Cinderella found her intent to shoot her husband on the stairs of the church, with equipment that could not pass unnoticed, two Nikon, countless objectives, illuminators and servoflash. She was more beautiful than in photos, a thick blond hair Cut to black clothing, I was just disappointed to see it with my pants, I expected that presented itself in a skirt and garter belt that would have facilitated his getting involved in exhibitionism, as in the directed by Marco. I passed them slowly, staring into his eyes, I noticed on my second pass and returned the exchange of glances. Many passersby stopped to look around because it seemed truly a professional photo shoot. On my third pass I saw them no more were missing and I immediately thought that the game had gone ahead, but I rang the phone for a message, Marco was: "We are behind the Cathedral." Moving un'pò fatigue in the labyrinth of alleys they found a small square in old and very pretty with a wash made of stone, a porch, the gardens, a setting well suited to take great pictures. Also the place was isolated and passed a few onlookers. I, for one. I climbed a narrow road that led into the square and slowed down to look, then leaned against a railing as if it were natural to watch the scene. He was taking the time and she changed poses with incredible ease, suddenly slipped off the black sweater and stood for a few pics topless. Beautiful breasts that could belong to a twenty year old girl. He covered only with a clear coat and continued to be filmed, looking at me and smiled, then came up and holding out his hand he asked me if I could join him for some shots. With not a little embarrassed, having always hated me back in the picture, I did drive that set up and adjust as she wanted. He sat behind me, hugging and putting his hands on my chest above the white sweater black, yeah, well I was dressed in black, waterproof trousers, golf and was not wearing panties, as I had asked Mark. Barbara slipped her hands under the fabric and I stroked, then down on his belly, creeping into his pants and reaching my sex that he could not hide the 'excitement, rubbing her bare breasts on my back. Mark was taking a Saving Silverman and motioned us to change position, I got behind her and caresses her breasts restituii and feces feel my excitement. When my hand came down over the waistband of his pants and stood in the slip found a sex completely shaved and soaked in a pleasant mood, stroked until he kissed me and said "no, please, so I'll be right" . I did get off the flash and the lens of Mark offered a glimpse of panties blacks. Dismantled the set decided to return to the Piazza del Duomo, in the columns, was the one and only a few passers-by were, made me lay with his back against a column and knelt in front of me, after a few clicks art, drew my sex and cover a bit 'at the sight of those who journeyed, he did disappear in the mouth, and pulled the hair with strength to stop her, on the contrary, even more excited for that little violence, jumped up and leaned against the marble with bare breasts and lifted her arms and hands to a large ring of iron. I understood immediately what he wanted and parade the belt of her coat, used it to tie her wrists to the ring, trembling and panting when I reached my hand with his sex he asked me to make her come. Instead, my fingers stopped a moment before calling for pleasure, squeezing a nipple to feel the pain and offering it to contract for the sweet pain that causes an orgasm denied and sent back. I repeated this little torture several times, until I heard her begging for me to loose and allow it to touch, only then lowered his pants and penetrated from behind standing still inside her, forcing her to orgasm just by contracting the muscles of his sex. Marco, who had approached photographing the face of Barbara taken up by a grimace of pleasure offered to move in safe places. I got into the car with them and within minutes we reached a lookout point between the ancient walls, completely isolated and deserted, because now it was past two. Marco reloaded the F4 but not used, stood watching Barbara, left with only shoes and stockings masturbating supported to a wall, the hands and froze still tied behind his back, pushing it with the belt to bend the backing within the marble balustrade and open your legs. The well penetrated, violently grabbing her breasts and causing her endless orgasms until he decided to tell me almost shouting: "after hours", so I came unprepared, hearing her complain about the pain and pleasure, while Mark was lying the ground beneath her, kissing sex, masturbating. Barbara was shaken by continuous orgasms that ringed seamlessly, sometimes whispered, "enough" but if she had alluded to stop asking us to continue.
Mark and I were now in a condition, normal if we were drunk or smoked, but we were not, that we could no longer come. Perhaps both were expecting something that Barbara had to be done to make us reach another peak of excitement and finally orgasm. Barbara asked us to stop immediately because he had to pee.
tried to move behind a bush, but when forced to stay there and do it in front of us, it seemed even more excited. While standing leaned against the wall, open your legs, bending slightly and let the liquid fall. As if we had agreed Marco and I stood before her, asked her to masturbate with one voice right away. He did so immediately, bathing hands, socks, taking still enjoying and wondering with a hoarse voice. "Come, now please, VENITEM him ..." It was a liberating orgasm, we emptied the sexes and the mind. Barbara rubbed on the body, our liquid that had reached everywhere .... while the morning light illuminated the valley below us.

Milena Verba Ice Skating

A pair aquatic

After four months of waiting and e mail exchanges with Paul, I was finally going to the appointment I had set. To find that place, plus a little drawing with the references that I had him, I was using the browser. I thought it was half the package, but the dozens of pictures of Ornella, who had sent me, and the prospect of a half day on a river away from the heat of Milan in July, had driven me to leave. Paul is convinced a cuckold, but imaginative and voyeur. You say, "all are voyeurs cuckold" is not correct, Paul is not one of those who are content to wait and see his wife in the arms of another, but a brain, a selective and one that basically go mad from the pleasure of knowing or to discover that his wife betrays him seriously. Ornella is the game, but not really being fully capable of betraying him, agrees to the rare meetings that Paul organized, always with a different director, different locations and, primarily, with participants are always different. Carefully selected to satisfy his fantasies, but also those of Ornella. My photos were in fact screened his wife, because we have to let hubby to arrange a meeting with the condition that she chose the third party to the representation of the betrayal. Ornella has 29 years, married for 7, no children, insurance agent, beautiful, very beautiful (in pictures) about 165, 50 kg. small and firm breasts, long hair with highlights, pubic hair very short but not shaved. Ornella in this occasion wished that the third was a mature man over 60, fit, and stern-looking, had a memory of a university professor who had courted and which had not had the courage to concede anything. After just one hour arrival near the river, on the one exit to the Serravalle after about ten kilometers. Map in hand try and find the references that had given me. A ruined tower, a grove of pine trees and a dirt path leading down to river. Parking, take the bag with towel costume parts, book, phone and walk down the lane. A hundred meters and are down: the place is beautiful, the desert, the river is actually a stream that creeps into gorge of sheer cliffs, small oxbow lakes deep clear water, bends, bends, with huge boulders and small sandy beaches. I remain enchanted by the place, if there were, I'd be happy to be there anyway, I'd do an ice bath. Retrace mentally all the explanations that Paul had given me and go up the river against the tide, a little 'jumping on the stones and partly walking on the banks, expected arrival at the point where I have to undress, and in costume get in the water and proceed as for fifty meters with water in some places I get to mid back. And 'cold, I feel ridiculous, I can think of a film of Marines, but now are at stake. Paul had explained to me that the "torture" was necessary because it ensured that would not have come over intruders. Only they, who knew the place. I see them, are on a small pebble beach, lying in the sun. It 'a widening of the stream with a pool which I think deep, huge granite boulders, waterfalls, shady areas, favored by rock walls that rise straight into the sky, a hundred feet high. Can not anyone see us from above, only weeds. I leave the water and following the script of Paul Lay out the fabric a few yards away and lie down. They are naked and do not break down, they get up to watch the intruder. Staying in costume and stomach, I admire from the bottom of the tanned legs Ornella, are stretched and parted, I see past the hair and the chill that I had almost anesthetized, began to turn me on. Ornella move, bend your knees, now wide open and leans on his elbows, looks at me with a spray water spray on the body, fondles her breasts. Paul seems to sleep. I sit up, our eyes meet, it is clear that he knew I came, but I feel that Paul has just told me what to do, that has not Ornella script. I decide not to follow the suggestions of Paul. I get up and excited about the sex comes out of the costume, I do not fall before his eyes watched Ornella, were not detached from it. I head toward the water by new, I start leaning on a smooth boulder, legs immersed to the suit, I get used to the temperature that it becomes pleasant, Ornella looks at me, perhaps expecting a gesture of my exhibitionism (Paul had also requested). I do not seem to be trivial. I'll sign to enter the water, does not seem to understand, then gets up and approaches the lake, walking with difficulty on the pebbles, is very beautiful, sweaty, enters slowly, is very close, I see your skin react to cold, smiles, lets go until it disappears under water. He comes and goes away breaststroke against the current to the huge dark mass behind it disappears from my view and that of Paul. Wait for a while and seek. E 'behind the wall, the water now comes to my thighs I follow, I've found unexpectedly in front, in required step, we are facing one another. I go up the step a hand through his wet hair and pulled her toward me. The kiss, gives a pleasant and his tongue darts into my mouth. If Paul and I believe we are seeing I think sti trying to experience the thrill of the search. The kiss, no kissing on these occasions, the kiss is something reserved for the couple, if he does believe Ornella kisses me blowin 'Paul. I'm sure. Stroked her breasts without removing his tongue from his mouth, get down on my belly and the average slip into his sex. It is slightly bent legs and the contrast between the cold that my hand and feel the warm wet and sticky on my finger is terribly exciting. I'm coming down with water up to the shoulders, lifted first one leg then the other and put them around my neck, clinging to the wall not to slip, while I lick and suck her clit, I almost choked on the thighs moment of orgasm. Still breathing heavily when sliding them down my legs from that position is located in front of her sex. The penetration of shot, my sex hard and cold to give her a thrill of pleasure, because he kisses me once, almost biting. The cold prevents me from coming in and poking along slowly, her legs tied on my back. Enjoy, finally, screaming with pleasure, (Paul certainly sees us and hears) asked me to come to her inside. I go out suddenly, and the cold water from a restaurant to my sex is necessary for me to wait before you come, but Ornella takes it in hand, I masturbate furiously, almost shouting: "Come come ..". I can not please her, I want, and even better. I move almost tearing his hands and let myself sink into the water. When I see his resume backs that go to the beach, Paul is not there. Ornella is lying in the sun, I go out, naked, customs I've lost in water, are partly excited, I take my towel and I'm closer to you, I kneel down, wiped his back, legs ... the half-opens, look at the her sex, stroking it again, by a finger, then two, step with the other hand over and touched her clitoris, moving his fingers inside her. Do you like, slow down while his hands search for my sex, I want to take now. He does not want, I say "please do not stop, so let me come with two hands." I still, her breathing speeds up and I slow down the movement, I know that suffering but will enjoy even more waiting. I sense the beginning of his orgasm and I stop to vibrate, tremble, but says nothing. Now the hand in front of strips with the palm on her clit while a finger penetrates joining with others, are now three. The hand behind is freer in his movements and take this opportunity to dampen the mood in his thumb, then accelerates with all fingers and feel it come, let her come and easy penetration behind with his thumb. He seems to have a seizure, a wonderful orgasm that much to the point of my sex I feel out of the liquid lubricant in the palm of his hand that holds up to hurt myself. He finished, is exhausted, lies down on his stomach, while her fingers wet with the massage, the second opening, the penetration is slightly relaxed now that this opening is ready. I lie down on her without crushing, leaning on his arm tremble, while the other hand I manage my sex in her, the bathroom in his moods, it lubricates and slowly penetrated behind. He wakes up after my first inside and out, arches, gets to his knees, hands and knees, slowly continuing, I will not come again, pulling me back forcing me to lie down on the stones. It 's sitting on my sex, everything inside her, stroking her back, I can not move any more is that she does, as hammering, dropping every time above. I think I will. Not yet, moves, turns to me without letting go, turning inside her leads me to the brink of orgasm, understand it, it stops. He smiles, puts two fingers in his mouth wet and starts to masturbate, now he moves up and down, are ready, the pleasure is bursting inside my sex for the urge to go out, but that is Ornella like exploding, you jerks and moves quickly up and down shouting "now, now." I'm coming, ridiculously many times when I believe that my orgasm is over, again, is a situation that rarely happens to me unfortunately, because it is beautiful. The beach is now in shadow, when, took my things I restart the journey back, before disappearing from his view, I turn around, one last look, Paul is beside Ornella. Perhaps there has always been.

Malaria- Part Of The Body Infected

Roberta and Michele

I put an ad targeted to young couples for exhibitionist meetings in unusual places, preferably without the knowledge of her. Michele, 28, replied, two lines, very short, asking for further details on what I suggested, explaining that his girlfriend liked random encounters and that it is not easy to find, thought to organize something that seems random. Attach two photos of her exhibitionistic poses on a park bench Solari, Roberta looked like a 21 year old bank, complete horn-rimmed glasses and a raincoat wide open in serious left to see a very nice body.
We began an exchange of letters, I proposed my idea of \u200b\u200bpseudo-random encounters, in his telling me what I liked Robert and described incidents that had involved pleasantly.
girlfriend was excited with unknown causes of exhibitionism in public places. If the reactions of these stimulated, the sequel was run by her and the conclusion is completely at its option: go along with him an observer, then the resulting benefit of her excitement. I discarded some of my proposals described in detail the script and the direction he thought the meeting, except that everything would proceed only if I had liked his wife. In this case the game would have been taken to her, and I should just act spontaneously felt better. 19.30. Li expected out of the pizzeria near Lodi course, lurking like a thief, and when I saw them enter waited 3 minutes as Michael told me, then I entered and went directly to the first floor and follow the instructions. They were already seated at a table in wrought iron, she still faces the room empty and the other tables. A bit 'absurd I sat in front of her on a table by a person, I could see them perfectly from his legs, if I had gone to the genius and decided that I was suitable to cause an unknown, soon I would have understood. The peeked pretending to read the list and I realized that I was looking at, we ordered and started eating, while other customers came in and made the situation more complicated but less funny. But her behind his glasses was very capable teacher to monitor who was sitting around and we choose the moment to cross your legs slowly showing the suspenders, without anyone else noticing or squint just enough to show white panties. The game had started and she took him with a mastery that made me realize what was used to that provocative behavior. I was exciting and it was only just after 20. Michele I had anticipated the start of the meeting, explaining that the rest could not predict it either. After the dessert, coffee and my excitement grew, they asked for the bill and left to reach the car, as agreed, was very close to me and started slowly after making sure that I was following them. Went around the city as if looking for something and slowed down several times in the vicinity of parks and gardens suited to stop, but nothing, they resumed wandering without which included the goal. They finally decided to stop at a tea room away from the parts of Abruzzi. The room had two floors, bar, lounge on the ground floor and a smaller one on the first floor very private with low tables and banquettes opposite, forming a sort of booth. It was deserted and settled in a very hidden corner, I followed them, and very suspiciously to the waiter who was watching me, I went to sit down with any place that was on a bench next to them where I could see them and me see. Once the waiter took their orders and served, was careful not to redo the stairs to climb again. Roberta looked at me gave birth to a truly remarkable show exhibitionist. They had good knowledge of the local because the place where you could see were placed and who climbed the ladder without being seen. It could allow, after a soft start of views and made buttons unbuttoned blouse, to finish with his legs wide open quietly gratifying and masturbate with the other hand Michael. From her face, her eyes are half closed, his legs twitched closing his hand, I knew that Robert had at least two orgasms. I could only watch and excited and she knew it well, in my position was visible even from the first steps for those who had gone up, so it happened, a young couple settled down and went away from us. Roberta had seen them and had had time to recompose and then start again as soon as they sat down, some can not be seen. The funny torture lasted until Robert decided not to stand, and return to self again: this time my slow chase did not last long, in ten minutes they reached a road near the station closed Lambrate, stopped by turning off lights position only after I parked behind them. I went down without turning on the light and went inside for the first time in next to their car. Roberta was dealing with the sex of Michael, meanwhile, raised the skirt from behind. I made some steps to when I was convinced that all was quiet and I stopped at the side of the open window. Robert was now jerking and Michael looked at doing the same. Rounding out the situation I just missed me, did not take me long to pull it out and showing it to Roberta. After all the excitement of the evening was the desire to come immediately before the show. However, able to wait for the curiosity to see what Roberta decided to do. Michael whispered something and she reached out to seize quickly than my sex. From the calm with which I masturbated I realized that he did not want me to be so. In fact opened the door lying on Michael and opening her legs to me. I knelt down and began to lick it, had a very sensitive clitoris and once you find the exact point it is not labored to come and hear you tighten your legs around my head. I got up and began to masturbate and asked if he wanted to see me come. The vulgar answer surprised me: "do not want to fuck me a little 'big deal with that?" You have a condom? As I slipped it quickly, knelt on the seat offering and dealing with the mouth of Michael. Even if we were not pleasant for both was long, while her boyfriend was twisted and heavily. Roberta sat and had begun to touch telling me. "If I see you come I'll come." And it was true.