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Volume II have to say that the situation is improving. They're letting me do it now. It's just that problem. Veronica warned me once: when a woman doesn't have good sex for a long time, she gets easily addicted and tries to make up for lost time. Even Celeste told me when I met her that a woman who hasn't had sex for a long time grabs a dog-like character. Time has always played against me. Not because I lack it, but apparently, I've become good in bed and that period of change between the end of my shift and going home is always a bit more exhausting, because the girl I left expects a little more from me not to forget her, and the one who receives me tries to make up for my absence. Then, for those reasons, Pamela and her family didn't leave me alone until February 2nd, which was the original date they were supposed to return. Lucia cancelled the tickets and that's why I had to take them without letting me rest. I also have to add that today I had an official date with Pamela. It surprises me that a girl as beautiful as her doesn't go to the cinema more often. As always, my wife supported me at all times, while Lucia took my truck and used it to take them -the little ones and Celeste- to the beach. The morning of that Tuesday was delicious waking up beside her. She hugged me tightly, like I was her teddy bear, and I could feel the scent of her hair. Good morning, Pamela! I said when she woke up from the alarm. She let out a huge yawn and stretched her arms, but then she startled upon seeing where she was. Good morning, Marco! she said, holding onto my waist tighter. What's good is that you didn't leave! Of course not, Pamela! I'd have to be crazy to do it! She smiled embarrassedly. Come on, uncle... don't say those things, you're already married! We started kissing and without wanting (or maybe it was intentional), I slid my hand under the sheet. Damn it, uncle! How can you be like that? She exclaimed, surprised to see my morning erection. “You wore me out and still want more!” I said. “Because you're very beautiful, Pamela, and even though I make love to you, I separate from you and want to do it again! She was embarrassed that I told her I made love to her. Okay, dude... but don't say those things... she asked, blushing. Many guys have said it to me... and I don't want you to sound like them. I know and I apologize. But honestly, I make love to you... She sighed and smiled slightly. Well... if we're in the cutie... I should do the same as Marisol... right? she asked, with a sensual gaze. I don't know!... I replied, swallowing saliva. It's up to you... She smiled and started sucking me off. It was delicious. It wasn't like Marisol, who sucks it with an impressive vacuum. Pamela stimulated me, wrapping her fingers around my dick in a kind of ring that rose and fell. I felt like a dental floss container, which Pamela was determined to empty. But I had to constantly brush back her hair due to the motion. Pamela... would you mind if I asked you to use a horse's booty? She smiled. Do you say it because of my hair? Because it doesn't bother me that much... she replied, going back to sucking. It's just something that excites me... I confessed. She stopped. You're such a naughty guy! she said, smiling. She got up and searched for a ponytail in her purse. She took it out and definitely looked better. Happy? I nodded my head in approval, drooling because I wanted her to suck me off again. She loved my taste and sometimes stopped sucking and licked me like an ice cream. Dude, I touch your cock and get wet... the only thing I think about is fucking you, fucking you and kissing you... and licking it like this... so paradisical in the morning... makes me more turned on... she confessed, then put my dick back in her mouth. I sighed as my head moved up and down faster and faster. And her horse's booty shook like a whip. Finally, I came in her mouth. How do you cum so much, dude? she asked, licking the remains that were dripping down my cock. I thought it would be less and more on top, keep going...
It's the power of horse booty... I replied, with a smile of satisfaction.
We went to the shower and washed together.
Damn it, Marco... Damn it, Marco... she exclaimed as she was sodomizing me in the shower. How can you... still be so hard?
Pamela, don't talk so loud, they might hear you! I replied.
She was leaning on her arms against the wall that faced the window. The times I've been alone, I've passed by those windows and heard guys bathing while singing or talking.
In fact, one time it seemed to me like someone was masturbating.
Her ass is tight, hot, and tempting. Even with the shower water, she couldn't advance easily in my intestines.
Her breasts were shaking as if they were gelatin, but I was giving her hard, holding onto her hips.
Guy! exclaimed the Spanish Amazon, very excited. Like you like breaking me up!
It's because your ass is perfect... I replied, unloading my cum inside her.
Pamela shook herself, completely exhausted.
Uff... how do you like screwing... she exclaimed, leaning against the wall, waiting for us to separate.
I suggested she wear underwear and a petticoat under the overalls.
I had planned to take her into the cutie and the heat is terrible.
Again, our gazes fell on her as we searched for breakfast at the guest house. It happened to run into Tom.
It's been a long time since I've seen you at breakfast! he then looked at Pamela. Who is this girl? She's an angel fallen from heaven!
Pamela blushed at the old man's comments.
Thank you very much for your words, she replied, emphasizing her sonorous English.
That accent... Is this girl from your country? he asked, looking at me with his eyes.
No! She's Spanish! I replied, with a half-truth. She's an Engineer Trainee and has come to... learn.
¡Ya veo! If I had seen 'Cargo', it would have turned into a fury...
Pamela looked at me confused.
The first storm cloud...
What's Cargo? Pamela asked me in our native language.
I'll explain later... I replied, slightly nervous.
Ah, now I see why he's by your side! They speak the same language! Tom exclaimed, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
Just seeing us, she already knew the truth. But it has the maturity of years and the experience of a life as a miner.
Plus, although Hannah warms him up, she loves him like a granddaughter and is one of the few men on duty that I trust.
The truth is, she's an engineering student in her first year and I'm showing her what an engineer does. Even, I wanted to ask if she could join your group.
Are you sure about what you're asking? Because this girl is too beautiful to enter a cave...
Pamela slightly saddened, understanding the intention of his words. However, she recovered her radiance with my response.
Although she's beautiful, she's skilled, intelligent and very strong. Besides, you always complain that they leave pending work...
The look I gave Tom confirmed his suspicions, because it is Hannah who complains about that.
It's okay, Marco!... I'll try to take care of her, but I'm not guaranteeing anything... and I'll keep your secret... he sentenced, taking the tray.
Although Pamela believed she was referring to the deception that was an Engineer Trainee, I understood she was referring to my relationship with Hannah.
When we arrived at the office, everyone anxiously asked about her.
She went with Tom's group to inspect a Manitou... I explained, trying to get rid of them.
But boss, how did you let her do that? someone asked.
It's a Trainee! I explained. She can't stay exclusively as an administrator!
But boss... Tom's group... are depraved... another one affirmed.
He looked at me with cynicism. As if it weren't the same as them.
She knows how to take care of herself! I replied, slightly annoyed
Besides, I left Tom in charge of her. One more cunning than the others... 'Boss, did you see her naked?' His companions turned to look at him. 'What are you talking about?' 'I spoke with Shawn from reception and gave him some bills so he would tell me where she's staying.' Then he looked at me with sly eyes. 'He said she settled into my cabin.' If before they looked at me impatiently, now they looked at me with envy. 'Is that true?' they started asking each other. 'Yes, it's true!' I replied, knowing they wouldn't leave me alone. After an ovation, they started... 'How is she?' 'Did you see her tits?' 'What about her ass?' I tried to calm them down. 'Guys, guys... I'm a gentleman. I can't tell you those things!' 'Come on, boss!' exclaimed the cunning one. 'We all know she's screwing Cargo...' I looked at him angry. 'And that's why I can't tell you!' I refuted, well energetic. 'I won't deny that Hannah is my cutie girlfriend, but I'm a gentleman and if you ask Shawn, it wasn't my first choice to have her sleep in my cabin...' Some believed me because I'm honest and upright at work. 'But boss... can't deny she's sensual...' one of those who believed me said. I looked at him sternly. 'And only that?' I asked. 'Did they talk to her? Did they hear her questions? I had the opportunity to chat with her and although I find her very beautiful, she's also very intelligent.' I ordered them to return to their posts and they obeyed reluctantly. If I had to write up the evaluation reports that day, I would have said their performance was dismal. I heard some laughs and coarse comments about Pamela, but I had to put up with it. It was the price for her being part of the team. At lunchtime, she sat down with Tom's group. Pamela, happy as a child, waved at me from the table, a gesture my men interpreted for themselves and returned very happily. I could only give her a smile. jodes! she complained, while grabbing my breasts above the overalls. We already came in the morning!... I'm sorry, Pamela! You look beautiful like this. I replied. She was feeling me up. I don't say it bothers me... She turned to kiss me. It's just that if you keep touching me like that... I'll miss dinner because of screwing you... I lowered the zipper and her white blouse with her plump breasts well positioned, came out to greet me, with her nipples pointing. We can do it quickly... I suggested, poking her. She kissed me very happily. I like that idea! We went to the bathroom and undressed. She was riding me on top of me, pressing herself against the wall. The warm water hit us, but she looked very sensual. Amelia... told me... you had something... about horse tails... she said, receiving my strong thrusts. That's right!... I love... women with straight hair... I said, burying her between her legs. She tried not to look at me. Well, uncle... I have curls... she confessed, with a delicious blush. Don't tell me! I exclaimed, pumping harder. That's why... I used short hair... she explained, hugging my chest. I have to straighten it... every 3 days... or else it puffs up... I lifted her off my legs, so she could wrap herself around me. She complained deliciously on my right shoulder, while I again expanded her. She held onto me, embracing my hair and back. You're a strange guy! she smiled, while kissing me. I've never told any boy that... I supported her against the wall, holding her by the belly. I wanted to cum in her terribly, by the tons. Oh, Marco!... Oh, Marco!... You fill me up so much!... she exclaimed, very happy, as she received my juices. She looked at her toes once we separated. Don't you think it's best to come in the shower? she reflected, very happy, sitting on the toilet. Your feet get wrinkled... and your fingers fall asleep... and you feel so clean and alive... like you're a different person. I'll think about it when I do it! I replied, taking my towel. “For now, I'll settle for making love to you under the shower…” Again, she blushed and smiled at my words. We got dressed again and went out to dinner. Pamela was wearing a plaid skirt and a red checkered shirt that half-covered her petticoat and appetizing cleavage. Upon entering the casino, she became the center of attention once more and remained so until we left. “How did you spend your day? Did I miss you?” she asked, very coquettish, after dinner. “All my men asked about you.” I replied. “Even they asked if I saw you naked.” She blushed all the way to her hair… “I didn't answer, if that bothers you…” I said to bring back her color, while opening the cabin door. “What a considerate!... but tell me, what's 'Cargo'? The guys wouldn't stop talking about it.” Another distant thunderstorm announcing the storm in our relationship. She sat on the bed, preparing my things for the next day. “Cargo is the nickname of the Maintenance and Operations Chief…” A light drizzle… “Okay!... but what does it have to do with me?” “Well… Hannah is a woman…” A strong thunderstorm, much closer… “Is 'Cargo' a woman?” she asked, surprised. “Yes, it is!” I replied with a big smile. Her eyes turned inquisitive. “And… is the aunt pretty?” “The prettiest girl they've ever seen, until you came along…” I replied, smiling. The downpour fell with fat drops… “And how is she? Is she tall? Blonde?... Blue-eyed?” she asked, with much fear. The universal flood was unleashed… “She's shorter than you… but blonde and blue-eyed…” She stopped, seeing my eyes. “And you?... Do you also like her?” The lightning struck me… “Pig! Pervert!” she said, breaking into tears, at the sight of my face. “Does Marisol know?” I was cornered… “Of course she knows! She's my wife!” She lay down on the bed, burying her face in the pillow and crying with bitterness. It was an impulse. I couldn't control myself and seeing her like that, I told her everything from the beginning... until the last week. I had remorse and since the relationship between Pamela and me was full of lies, I wanted to be honest with her, even if the truth would hurt her. When I finished talking about her mother, she turned towards me, angry. 'You're a pig! I don't want to see you!' She threw a plate at my face. 'Grow up, grow up!' she said, hitting me with her hands, while I was wiping myself with mine. 'I don't love you anymore... You're bad!' And she kicked me out of the cabin. I had nowhere to go. Even if I did, how would I explain it? And I settled in the truck, with the little clothes I was wearing, feeling horrible. I had made Pamela cry. A girl, despite appearances, is sensitive and tender, and in the silent and dark vehicle, I was crying too. I thought about calling Marisol, but what could I say? That night, the minimum temperature recorded by the thermometer was 13°C and I remember that when I entered the cabin, I had a bit of fever. I gave myself a hot shower, when suddenly, the bathroom door opened. I thought Pamela had calmed down, but when she put her hand in the shower, she turned on all the cold water. However, not everything that goes down stays down...Next post
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