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V. Leon Bem
I had just had the Stellwaende of our little stand with Frank
built up and now our goods started decoratively on the wallpapering table
to place. It was a radiant-sunny day, one of the few in
this Summer.
“Franci, this year we really have glueck with the weather”
I called to him. He just fixed a tarpaulin on our
Sales stand and nodded only briefly.
Our charitable street festival was in full preparation.
Everywhere
All around us, people were barked with it
build up. Directly at the neighboring scale, Doris was herself her
To build a cake throwing stand. The children, not just from our street,
Raced in anticipation from one to another and asked what they from
to be expected of the stations. We, that means my husband, Frank
And I sold “plunder” that has been with us in recent years
stacked in the storage room.
Were haunted percent of our Erloese
as promised to the SOS Children’s Village.
Gradually known and strawen and strangers in our
Street. Our stand was hardly frequented. Frank, Franks Brother and
Some of the male neighbors chatted and destroyed ours
Beer. So I took the opportunity to take Doris at the throwing stand,
to help right next to ours.
Doris played the throwing destination
and already had some cakes on their face. I collected, wiped her
Face from time to time and provided her (and me) with the one
or other glass of sparkling wine.
After a few hours we were abundant. At the stand of
Frank didn’t get much. He chatted, drank his beloved beer and
Sold little.
In the late afternoon I lost him from the
Eyes. Every now and then his face dived in the crowd of walks
on. The stand was now by mine brother in law supervised. But let’s say
But rather: Frank’s brother worn the remains of the beer, while the rest
The gentleman was already on the way to worry.
At the stand of Doris and me was a high mood ..
The children had one
Heidenpass, while Doris I asked me to read:
“Katja, can you read me ‘?”
“Sure, of course…”
That was a matter of honor. She came forward and wiped her Huebsches
Face clean and opened the hair clip that shoves her hair
back.
“Prefer to pull a t-shirt drue that you can cook … the
Otherwise you won’t get the mess again ‘
Even if the hole in the wall was about as big as a face,
Inject the cream cream through the raender and left big
Greasy spots on clothing. Doris T-shirt looked fatal.
I
Harried your advice by moving out my good sweat shirt under the
I just wear a relative old, white t-shirt. Since that
I had sweat shirt relatively far
dispensed with. Well, since I only wear the t-shirt, my relatively
Big breasts apparently. I pulled the shirt out of mine
Knalling jeans rock so that my brueste is not too provocative
emanated.
In principle, I’m relatively Schuechtern, and even if the sparkling wine
The effect was the effect of the vaeter that behind her
Children at our booth were reasonably embarrassed.
I was happy when I could disappear behind the wall, which too
was shielded from the side by large boards.
So it was
Not just about a wall, but was rather a small booth, its which
Hintertuer was missing. Behind the booth was the side wall of one
Supermarket, so that visitor traffic could no longer come by.
So I stood slightly behind the wall and could
I just see my husband going around the corner. His crawled
Geroetet’s face told me that he is already plaped over
was. He chose, winked at me briefly and left my field of vision,
What was restricted by the hole.
Hardly a blink of an eye later I spent a hand on mine
Buttock.
I was so frightened that I was about to be about
to turn around ..
“Hurrrrraaaa …”
A little boy of maybe seven years had the first
Cake headed frontally in the face. I was distracted. The small
Bay his Father at:
“Please, Papi again”
Before I could turn around, my face was again
“needed”. From the corner of the mouth I hissed behind me:
“Frank, Hoer ‘on”
Kesser than before, he also fingered my breasts.
We already had
hay Sex in the car. Frank was a kick when he had sex
caught could become. Of course we have never been caught, but
It was worth the inconvenience of a car seat.
Maybe you can get it out: I’m not a big friend of
such things. I preferred it to be cozy and cozy in
Bed.
The problem, however, is that after years of marriage
Our sex relatively unspectacular and bored
is. In the meantime I am happy about every excitement of Frank, the one
is a bit more intense and lasts than Fuenf minutes.
Despite it! In front of all the people the whole thing seemed a lot
risky. His fingers had already found my vagina. One hand
kneaded my nipples, the other pushed my Höeschen, easy
Accessible to the side under my high pushed skirt and found
Surprisingly quickly my clit.
A pleasant shower ran through
me.
I was glad that my face remained covered by cream cream, because
The onset of excitement usually leads to me that I have a
get bright red face. Frank was in Hoechst form, he pulled me
cleverly up the skirt and the Höeschen up to the gap
down. When he crouched down he crouched mine
Anus and my hole to angry. He spread my buttocks
For a woman of 40 Lenzen, are still very firm and tight as I do
don’t have to tell without pride.
He went unhappily
passionate. Also, the fact that he was my asshole
Licked had never happened before. I gave him access
Easier in which I spread my legs as far as the Hoesche
Pulpit on my gnoecheln.
At the stand was high and one cake after another flew into
Face. Doris hardly fully wiped my face.
“You’re not doing well? If you want to be able to replace you “
she asked me.
My heavy breathing and my facial color (if you
After cleaning the cream was seen) alarmed Doris.
“Nah, let. ‘I still create a quarter of an hour!”
That was primarily a member of Frank. Even if a blissful
after the other I ran through the mark, the thing was too
dangerous. I hoped that he would have to bring the matter quickly,
whether I would come to the train or not.
He got back
in upright position and obviously unpacked his limb,
Because he started his hard rod over the entire loan of my wet
Slit and anus to pull. It felt great … whenever
He reached the vaginal effect briefly. With a
I jerked my Gesaess backwards so that I can finally do it
I had.
This had an effect: once in me, he started pumping like
insane. At the same time he put a finger in my hole
His other hand was bubbled around an orphaned clit. Through
The unusual position seemed to me when he was twice like this
Well fed as usual. Just a dozen stoesse later and came to me
it as intense than ever before.
I was delighted by my face a real cake rain, otherwise
I would certainly have funny the children (and parents)
occurred.
I clawed into the edge of the
Sick -hole so that the violence of his stoesses does not
Bude would be wobbling. He also came and I gave up rays
For beam deep in me. Before I take over among myself
Could be able to stroke his scrotum, he pulled himself abruptly
Remove and then seconds with the same had to be added.
I was excited. The Laenger it took, the safer I felt
me in the booth.
The cream cream hid my face and from behind
an insight into the booth was practically impossible … it took good time
ten minutes. His stoesse were now much slower and
uniform. Frank now devoted himself less to my clitoris,
but more my brueste, who are freely back and forth below me
swung because he had pushed the t-shirt up.
“Keep going”
I hissed softly out of the corner of the mouth.
It was more intense
than before, although his member is now lost in clumsiness
had because he didn’t retain me as well. His rhythm
But mine adapted me perfectly. Our wheezing was hardly too
Hoeren (I hoped), because the children called out loudly at the front of the stand
Enthusiasm after another cake directly on my forehead
met.
“Should I read you now now? You don’t look good at all.”
Doris asked me again.
I tried another quarter of an hour as calmly as possible
“To be shaken out”:
“It’s really ok, Doris. I don’t miss anything.
It’s just a bit
warm … and whether I sweat here or on the other side of the wall
it doesn’t matter “
She looked at me skeptically:
“If you think so”
“No, really. No problem”
Frank was now a good 25 minutes to get me that
Hear and see passed by. I was not determined by now
Second to give away.
He came again and grunted
quiet. His hairy squeezed painful my nipples as if
he wanted to milk her. I remained unsatisfied in this round, but was
still voellig euphorically from the great feeling what he is in me
Zeueckliess. As soon as he still pulled his tough one tail from me
out and rejected from me when he was already full
Power Zuruecke.
I pushed out a pointed scream.
“Katja, what is?”
“Well, I have this allergy again … was just one
S barter Nieser “
I lied. “Yes, yes, this darn allergy,” I caught internally.
Frank now tried something new. He continued his limb from above
in me.
The steep angle made its limb gigantic
deflace. Also his scrotum, which I have not even at all
Gesuert had hit my back in this position. He
Drilled my finger back in my asshole and use the
Total vaginal fluidity around carefully a second finger
to fend. It was less painful than I was looking for and
After some Schueben, felt fantastic.
His other hand
fingered my clit.
After maybe a minute I came again. My height point
did not end and the intensive care was immense. Frank accelerated the
Stoesse with a member and hand. His sperm ran from the previous painting
Down my thighs and mixed up with the sweat
my skin.
He pumped faster and faster and started my clit again
grate. I hissed quietly:
“Leave it frankie, I can no longer”
I was bumpy. Another disclosure of my vagina
Haette inevitably found a screaming cramp. He heard of me
and used to use the free hand by now by now with both
Haenden fingered on my nipples.
Then finally he came. With everybody
I enjoyed his lust. It was fantastic that he despite
still so energetic of his two intensive orgasms
injection. His scrotum claps one last time
Completing shell.
Abrupt as before, he pulled back from me.
I stayed with
Previous legs back -under me, my Hoeschen in one
Spermalache, which was still enjoyed by my open gap.
Without taking my face out of the peep hole, I reached down and
I grazed my panties from my knoeches and kept it in my hand
on. He smelled through and through to sperm and mine pussy.
“So children, enough for today”
called Doris.
“Come Katja … you look ready.”
I pulled back and took the panties and wiped the driest
Part the inside of my thighs dry. Then I threw him into one
Waste bag that was in the booth.
A little shaky on the feet
I made my way forward.
Arrived in front of the booth, Doris already greeted me with a beer.
“Well done, Katja! They were enthusiastic about you “
“Oh yes, and especially one …” I thought and cheated into myself.
“Oh, I almost had to forget. Franke asked me to do it,
that he went to the football tournament, they still needed
Player…”
“Oh, when will he come back …”
I asked.
“Well, he’s been there for an hour, then it will be here again soon
be”
Epilogue Frank and I are still married. At some point become
I tell him … at some point ..
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