As the days went by, my husband's boss from his summer vacation arrived, assigned to him a room for his annual rest, very close to where we were staying with my husband and our two sons. Jorge was his name, and he shared and joined in on a healthy habit that would formalize over time: breakfast and sometimes lunch, inviting us to join him.
My husband was a collaborator at the company but didn't have assigned work within the plant, so this way he wouldn't give the impression of being an employee but rather part of the external auxiliary service to the plant and wasn't very well known among the factory employees.
Jorge was actually a very located and charming person who, along with my sons, we celebrated his good comments or observations about life in a good way because he had a way of conversing that gave his story or history a simple yet attractive tale full of predisposition from him.
Never did we have dinner together at night, as he was probably occupied with his things and adventures, which were certainly noticeable in the mornings...
As always, after buying bills at a very good bakery to have breakfast since the services weren't good there, we would buy some freshly baked fried cakes and half-moons in a very good way, which for Jorge was his greatest prize that morning.
It was my habit to look for Jorge, who never left the door open and when he did (it was because he didn't want to be disturbed, a wise habit of saying) I'm with someone, not among
He would open the door and say hurry up, Jorge: we brought the fried cakes... and from the bathroom he would yell down, I won't be late.
It was certainly a beautiful day with full sun passed by his department it was nine in the morning and much heat, knocked on the door and said Jorge wasn't responding then I tried to open the door as if saying whether it was closed with someone and the door opened.
There I could discover Jorge lying covered with the sheet and...
I really saw a surprise
The sheet was leaving his member resting in the same way he was, but it was really big and I thought it was quite large even though he was asleep like that
I looked at him because he was deeply asleep, and I even thought about touching it, which if it were nighttime, he wouldn't have noticed, but now I just looked and turned around to go have breakfast
My husband asked about him when I told him he was sleeping and my negative response to going back up sent my eldest son to wake him up, and Jorge appeared 15 minutes later
Days passed and one morning with a lot of rain, my husband had left to visit his sister and her wife, taking our two sons to Mar del Plata, almost two hours away by car, and knowing that after the parents' goods I had discussed very strongly with him not to go and didn't want to, they left just before breakfast, saying they would return for dinner at the hotel
When they were leaving in the evening, what I had longed for finally happened:
I was going to Jorge's place, since the day I saw him naked, my heat with him had increased daily, and he knew that today we would have breakfast alone because my husband would tell him when he returned from fishing that only I would be having breakfast in the morning
And this was driving me crazy
I bathed and depilated myself even more, changed perfume on my body, wanted to look beautiful before him, knew he was alone at home because it was raining that morning and knew he wouldn't go anywhere
After putting on just a shirt without a bra and a short blue skirt like the ones we usually wear to the beach, and a black mini thong, I left very excited for his apartment and waiting that no one would see me open the door without thinking more... I was Jorge, totally asleep, knew beforehand that he desired me, since it was already evident at lunch and when my husband wasn't paying attention, he looked at me as if wanting me and had looked at me several times on the beach, marking himself with my mesh
I slowly took off the sheet (he was completely naked) and without thinking, led by my heat of desire for women, I approached his cock
After a few seconds where my desire continued to increase, I kept getting closer to him, bringing my face to hers, to smell her cock
A salty smell reached my face, and almost without realizing it, I started opening my mouth and moving towards that cock with my lips, my heart began to beat
I took his cock gently with one hand and started licking the tip, savoring, tracing, exploring it
With my other free hand, I put myself under my thong, feeling my moisture, caressing my clitoris, slowly and savagely, I was on fire, more at a moment...
I opened my mouth and tried to put my head in first, salivating it and going a little deeper each time
I kept doing it, with my tongue tracing his cock that morning while with the other hand I was giving myself an unimaginable pleasure over my pussy
I was masturbating as he introduced himself into my mouth, thinking a bit about what I was doing, aware that Jorge was motionless, pretending to be asleep...
And knowing that if he kept going like this, he would come in no time and I would finish masturbating until I reached a deserved orgasm
And that's where it would have ended, but I was already so hot that I decided to calm my desires for cock
That morning I was ready for anything
Jorge looked at me and gladly threw me onto the bed on my back while enjoying a yummy blowjob, he sucked my cock with his mouth like more than ten minutes, feeling that head as it reached my throat, passing through my tongue, biting it very slowly putting on a face of hot slut; I did everything with my mouth while rubbing myself against my pussy still covered in clothes, using the word: pussy. At some point I felt the most delicious thing in the world. He had finished. All that warm cum filling my mouth and I started rubbing faster to savor that tasty semen, and yes, I came. Along with him a few seconds after he came, I was twisting myself with all his cum in my mouth, my own cum was long and hot because I felt that particular warmth in women when they come in the vagina and stay in my underwear. I twisted myself along with the last spasm of my vagina savoring all his cum inside my body, swallowing it. And I think it's more... If I savor every drop like an insatiable slut. Never had this happened to my husband. At some point he told me: Love, I've desired you a lot, give it to me, accentuating even more: take off your clothes because I want to make love... I undressed immediately (he seemed not to understand anything, but neither did it stop him from doing so, since he had a hot woman at his disposal then he simply continued looking as I was taking him) I pulled the bed sheet off and threw it on the floor... I gave him a kiss on the mouth and said: Let's go Jorge, take me because I'm not giving anymore, I desire love, you're mine. His penis began to react and get more and more erect, standing out more in my astonished eyes as I saw that penis. His penis was considerable in size, thicker than my husband's and when it got hot I saw it like never before: It was thick and veiny with a red head much more impressive than my husband's. He looked at me and said: Now you'll know what it means to be fucked by a hot man like me. Yes, Jorge give it all to me, whatever you want. He lifted my legs and put them on his shoulders, and let himself come with all his weight. Slowly Jorge, make it gentle and finish when I already had him at the bottom of your cock. It started to grab me with all its forces until it came. It grabbed me in every way that made my use the word: pussy come alive again at pleasure, grabbing me slowly and filling me with all that stuff inside me, making me feel a tingling sensation of pleasure and even pain from sex that would make my nipples hard, knowing how to grab this type without a doubt I had it like that as long as he wanted and barely said I'm done, Jorge, love me, I'm coming, I'll fill you with heat flow, that cock, love it, finish...it told me at one moment that it was receiving all its cum inside me.
It stayed moving for a while longer, and finished all movement. It was the first time, his cum inside me, since we didn't use condoms and I...
I let him. After a few seconds, I finished too. A few minutes later, when both of us had finished kissing, it was still boiling. At one point, I said:
I'm going to the bathroom, Jorge, to wash up.
I tried to stop myself, but he didn't let me.
Come on, come lie down with me, he said.
No, wait, I'll go wash up, I said.
No, stay like that, filled with my cum, he said.
He didn't let me stop, held me by the waist and settled in front of me, giving me caresses on the neck and shoulders. A little later, after about half an hour, it woke me up from my drowsiness when I noticed it was over my breasts, licking them with mastery, and I was getting hot again.
Good girl with papi and suck it, he said.
I didn't make him beg. His penis was wet with my flows and aware of it, it didn't bother me.
And I kept sucking his cum along with my heat flow from that cock that started to get enormous.
I gave the best blow job I could, never (sucked a man like that) putting as much of it in my mouth as possible. That way, I was for a while until he started getting hard again, harder than ever before with my husband.
It didn't take long for him to settle in again, ready to give me the screwing I deserved. He put it in me with one blow and without more ado, started grabbing me with force, I was whimpering uncontrollably... Break the bed. Take it, take it. He made me turn around and get into four with my knees and hands on the bed and he was pinching my buttocks with force, making himself comfortable at his pleasure, putting all of his palm in my wet vagina, and encompassing all, it was tasty to be handled like a slut. Come on, you're my slut, I want you to put it in yourself. His desires were orders, adjust my knees so that he could have it at the height of my vagina and push me back, where I liked it, in that position I felt him filling me completely, never had my husband done it like that, it was clear that this guy was taking me knowing how to do it on a well-heated woman.
I went solo giving rhythm while Jorge held onto my hips and pushed with force, feeling my buttocks bouncing off his balls with each thrust. - Like that, papi, keep going, give it to me like those whores you're screwing, go ahead, I'm burning for you, Jorge... What a cock I'm eating, give it to me, more, more, I love it.
He put one hand on my neck, pushing me against the bed, still fucking me, and with his other hand started to separate my buttock cheeks. Have you ever had it in the ass? No, no, my husband tried two months ago, really tried... Only a little bit of love because it hurt and I wasn't hot like now, I suggested... He only put his head in and entered me a little bit And he couldn't do it so he let go. I'm going to break you, slut - he anticipated.
The idea excited me and at the same time gave me a little fear, although my husband hadn't fully explored my ass, I always liked the idea of having a cock in my ass, even though my friend had told me that at first it's painful, but if the guy is skilled what hurts turns into pleasure soon... I had played with my ass before. I did it with an apparatus I bought from a sex shop in Liniers With an apparatus I kept hidden at home I did it in the afternoon when I was feeling hot during my sessions at solitary, at home.
III
At one time Jorge took out his cock from my pussy and lifted me off the bed and told me: Now, put your head on the pillow and lift your Booty, heaven.
You're going to make it hurt, love
If it doesn't hurt, I'll take it out but today you're going to eat it, heaven...
And he passed his cock over my ass, spreading his juices all over my anus, while his hands tried to dilate it,
Then, with only his saliva, he started to put the tip in
Jorge, heaven, do it carefully, it hurts me
And she tried to help him because she wanted that man to break her ass...
If she desired and wanted to make him.
Then I started to straighten up but Jorge held my neck, enjoyed having control, and I submitted, letting him do it.
Little by little, I felt like my ass was getting wider and his cock was lodging itself deeper and deeper.
It hurts, Jorge begged me, but he continued
Not more than three minutes passed when I already felt his stomach against my buttocks.
Now if you're a slut, I'm going to screw you like you deserve.
Said this, he started screwing me at his pleasure, without mercy, I moaned first, screamed later, his cock was breaking me and I felt a lot of heat in my Booty.
He put it in and took it out, or introduced the whole thing and grabbed my hair, pushing us towards him and taking it out with a blow from his cock from my ass
No one had ever screwed me like that before, he made me do everything and I finally accepted all that demonic game with my ass that was throbbing
Gozas slut, he said
If love breaks my whole ass, love is yours even when tears fall
Even so, I was determined to get to the end.
I tried to relax and started masturbating with one hand.
Grabbing my hips, his thrusts were pushing me forward, he put my head on the pillow to avoid the screams and stayed with my ass up, from there I could see in detail how he and his cock entered violently into my ass.
With the last thrusts, he took out his cock and pointed it at my face from that height, semen drops They fell all over my face and on the sheets. He kept me in that position until he was sure he had ejaculated everything he had. I got up and went to wash myself, He stayed in his room looking at me through the door opening, I got into the shower without closing the door, and after a quick rinse, I peeked out the door and smiled coquettishly, saying Don't come, Jorge, the water is delicious.... The hours that followed kept me imprisoned in his room, he wouldn't let me leave or get dressed, he had me there naked, touching my whole body at his pleasure, (which he repeated on subsequent occasions when we were together but already in the federal capital) we still had time for two more climaxes, although not as brutal as the first ones, before leaving for my room. Jorge told me as I was leaving, Remember that now we're together in this. The next morning very early when I went out to buy the bill, I saw Jorge driving away with his car. When my husband left to go get things for the beach, a concierge gave me a letter, it's just for you he said. It was a full of precautions and a private phone number and his address in the Belgrano area. The relationship between Jorge and that woman didn't last more than five or six times until she told him she was pregnant, and he had been the one who got her that way. Jorge took over as director of the company in June, a month after his father's death in May, and I had three months of pregnancy. Jorge became her husband's supervisor with a good salary, and through an agreement between both lovers to hide it from her husband, he deposited sums of money into her savings account so she wouldn't have financial problems with the pregnancy... And that's what she did, accepting that money silently... Unfortunately, Jorge disappeared from her life before his son was born, refusing to live with her because she systematically refused to live with him, which really terrified her, since Jorge had to change a lot. due to her situation in front of the company and comments from workers: The factory was doing poorly under her direction. She didn't want to establish a new life with anyone else and less through the pain of her children and husband, due to a heatwave of a long summer. It had to conserve its current situation, where her belly held the product of a summer that would never be so wonderful, because I love Jorge truly, those months of lover next to him. Then she had to get used to the common things of a middle-class suffering family and economic dilemmas like all a country... And so it systematically refused almost three times more to receive his calls at her house... That Jorge in a moment demanded that she leave her husband and live with him... And until she tells me that she was about to tell her husband: That child is not yours, but of Jorge. But she always dismissed Jorge's things as if ironically knowing that in a not very long time, he would be leaving her... Jorge at the time and before the country's economic difficulties sold his share, and sent her through a messenger, a dismissal letter, one month after giving birth to her son... And never again did she know about Jorge's life.
My husband was a collaborator at the company but didn't have assigned work within the plant, so this way he wouldn't give the impression of being an employee but rather part of the external auxiliary service to the plant and wasn't very well known among the factory employees.
Jorge was actually a very located and charming person who, along with my sons, we celebrated his good comments or observations about life in a good way because he had a way of conversing that gave his story or history a simple yet attractive tale full of predisposition from him.
Never did we have dinner together at night, as he was probably occupied with his things and adventures, which were certainly noticeable in the mornings...
As always, after buying bills at a very good bakery to have breakfast since the services weren't good there, we would buy some freshly baked fried cakes and half-moons in a very good way, which for Jorge was his greatest prize that morning.
It was my habit to look for Jorge, who never left the door open and when he did (it was because he didn't want to be disturbed, a wise habit of saying) I'm with someone, not among
He would open the door and say hurry up, Jorge: we brought the fried cakes... and from the bathroom he would yell down, I won't be late.
It was certainly a beautiful day with full sun passed by his department it was nine in the morning and much heat, knocked on the door and said Jorge wasn't responding then I tried to open the door as if saying whether it was closed with someone and the door opened.
There I could discover Jorge lying covered with the sheet and...
I really saw a surprise
The sheet was leaving his member resting in the same way he was, but it was really big and I thought it was quite large even though he was asleep like that
I looked at him because he was deeply asleep, and I even thought about touching it, which if it were nighttime, he wouldn't have noticed, but now I just looked and turned around to go have breakfast
My husband asked about him when I told him he was sleeping and my negative response to going back up sent my eldest son to wake him up, and Jorge appeared 15 minutes later
Days passed and one morning with a lot of rain, my husband had left to visit his sister and her wife, taking our two sons to Mar del Plata, almost two hours away by car, and knowing that after the parents' goods I had discussed very strongly with him not to go and didn't want to, they left just before breakfast, saying they would return for dinner at the hotel
When they were leaving in the evening, what I had longed for finally happened:
I was going to Jorge's place, since the day I saw him naked, my heat with him had increased daily, and he knew that today we would have breakfast alone because my husband would tell him when he returned from fishing that only I would be having breakfast in the morning
And this was driving me crazy
I bathed and depilated myself even more, changed perfume on my body, wanted to look beautiful before him, knew he was alone at home because it was raining that morning and knew he wouldn't go anywhere
After putting on just a shirt without a bra and a short blue skirt like the ones we usually wear to the beach, and a black mini thong, I left very excited for his apartment and waiting that no one would see me open the door without thinking more... I was Jorge, totally asleep, knew beforehand that he desired me, since it was already evident at lunch and when my husband wasn't paying attention, he looked at me as if wanting me and had looked at me several times on the beach, marking himself with my mesh
I slowly took off the sheet (he was completely naked) and without thinking, led by my heat of desire for women, I approached his cock
After a few seconds where my desire continued to increase, I kept getting closer to him, bringing my face to hers, to smell her cock
A salty smell reached my face, and almost without realizing it, I started opening my mouth and moving towards that cock with my lips, my heart began to beat
I took his cock gently with one hand and started licking the tip, savoring, tracing, exploring it
With my other free hand, I put myself under my thong, feeling my moisture, caressing my clitoris, slowly and savagely, I was on fire, more at a moment...
I opened my mouth and tried to put my head in first, salivating it and going a little deeper each time
I kept doing it, with my tongue tracing his cock that morning while with the other hand I was giving myself an unimaginable pleasure over my pussy
I was masturbating as he introduced himself into my mouth, thinking a bit about what I was doing, aware that Jorge was motionless, pretending to be asleep...
And knowing that if he kept going like this, he would come in no time and I would finish masturbating until I reached a deserved orgasm
And that's where it would have ended, but I was already so hot that I decided to calm my desires for cock
That morning I was ready for anything
Jorge looked at me and gladly threw me onto the bed on my back while enjoying a yummy blowjob, he sucked my cock with his mouth like more than ten minutes, feeling that head as it reached my throat, passing through my tongue, biting it very slowly putting on a face of hot slut; I did everything with my mouth while rubbing myself against my pussy still covered in clothes, using the word: pussy. At some point I felt the most delicious thing in the world. He had finished. All that warm cum filling my mouth and I started rubbing faster to savor that tasty semen, and yes, I came. Along with him a few seconds after he came, I was twisting myself with all his cum in my mouth, my own cum was long and hot because I felt that particular warmth in women when they come in the vagina and stay in my underwear. I twisted myself along with the last spasm of my vagina savoring all his cum inside my body, swallowing it. And I think it's more... If I savor every drop like an insatiable slut. Never had this happened to my husband. At some point he told me: Love, I've desired you a lot, give it to me, accentuating even more: take off your clothes because I want to make love... I undressed immediately (he seemed not to understand anything, but neither did it stop him from doing so, since he had a hot woman at his disposal then he simply continued looking as I was taking him) I pulled the bed sheet off and threw it on the floor... I gave him a kiss on the mouth and said: Let's go Jorge, take me because I'm not giving anymore, I desire love, you're mine. His penis began to react and get more and more erect, standing out more in my astonished eyes as I saw that penis. His penis was considerable in size, thicker than my husband's and when it got hot I saw it like never before: It was thick and veiny with a red head much more impressive than my husband's. He looked at me and said: Now you'll know what it means to be fucked by a hot man like me. Yes, Jorge give it all to me, whatever you want. He lifted my legs and put them on his shoulders, and let himself come with all his weight. Slowly Jorge, make it gentle and finish when I already had him at the bottom of your cock. It started to grab me with all its forces until it came. It grabbed me in every way that made my use the word: pussy come alive again at pleasure, grabbing me slowly and filling me with all that stuff inside me, making me feel a tingling sensation of pleasure and even pain from sex that would make my nipples hard, knowing how to grab this type without a doubt I had it like that as long as he wanted and barely said I'm done, Jorge, love me, I'm coming, I'll fill you with heat flow, that cock, love it, finish...it told me at one moment that it was receiving all its cum inside me.
It stayed moving for a while longer, and finished all movement. It was the first time, his cum inside me, since we didn't use condoms and I...
I let him. After a few seconds, I finished too. A few minutes later, when both of us had finished kissing, it was still boiling. At one point, I said:
I'm going to the bathroom, Jorge, to wash up.
I tried to stop myself, but he didn't let me.
Come on, come lie down with me, he said.
No, wait, I'll go wash up, I said.
No, stay like that, filled with my cum, he said.
He didn't let me stop, held me by the waist and settled in front of me, giving me caresses on the neck and shoulders. A little later, after about half an hour, it woke me up from my drowsiness when I noticed it was over my breasts, licking them with mastery, and I was getting hot again.
Good girl with papi and suck it, he said.
I didn't make him beg. His penis was wet with my flows and aware of it, it didn't bother me.
And I kept sucking his cum along with my heat flow from that cock that started to get enormous.
I gave the best blow job I could, never (sucked a man like that) putting as much of it in my mouth as possible. That way, I was for a while until he started getting hard again, harder than ever before with my husband.
It didn't take long for him to settle in again, ready to give me the screwing I deserved. He put it in me with one blow and without more ado, started grabbing me with force, I was whimpering uncontrollably... Break the bed. Take it, take it. He made me turn around and get into four with my knees and hands on the bed and he was pinching my buttocks with force, making himself comfortable at his pleasure, putting all of his palm in my wet vagina, and encompassing all, it was tasty to be handled like a slut. Come on, you're my slut, I want you to put it in yourself. His desires were orders, adjust my knees so that he could have it at the height of my vagina and push me back, where I liked it, in that position I felt him filling me completely, never had my husband done it like that, it was clear that this guy was taking me knowing how to do it on a well-heated woman.
I went solo giving rhythm while Jorge held onto my hips and pushed with force, feeling my buttocks bouncing off his balls with each thrust. - Like that, papi, keep going, give it to me like those whores you're screwing, go ahead, I'm burning for you, Jorge... What a cock I'm eating, give it to me, more, more, I love it.
He put one hand on my neck, pushing me against the bed, still fucking me, and with his other hand started to separate my buttock cheeks. Have you ever had it in the ass? No, no, my husband tried two months ago, really tried... Only a little bit of love because it hurt and I wasn't hot like now, I suggested... He only put his head in and entered me a little bit And he couldn't do it so he let go. I'm going to break you, slut - he anticipated.
The idea excited me and at the same time gave me a little fear, although my husband hadn't fully explored my ass, I always liked the idea of having a cock in my ass, even though my friend had told me that at first it's painful, but if the guy is skilled what hurts turns into pleasure soon... I had played with my ass before. I did it with an apparatus I bought from a sex shop in Liniers With an apparatus I kept hidden at home I did it in the afternoon when I was feeling hot during my sessions at solitary, at home.
III
At one time Jorge took out his cock from my pussy and lifted me off the bed and told me: Now, put your head on the pillow and lift your Booty, heaven.
You're going to make it hurt, love
If it doesn't hurt, I'll take it out but today you're going to eat it, heaven...
And he passed his cock over my ass, spreading his juices all over my anus, while his hands tried to dilate it,
Then, with only his saliva, he started to put the tip in
Jorge, heaven, do it carefully, it hurts me
And she tried to help him because she wanted that man to break her ass...
If she desired and wanted to make him.
Then I started to straighten up but Jorge held my neck, enjoyed having control, and I submitted, letting him do it.
Little by little, I felt like my ass was getting wider and his cock was lodging itself deeper and deeper.
It hurts, Jorge begged me, but he continued
Not more than three minutes passed when I already felt his stomach against my buttocks.
Now if you're a slut, I'm going to screw you like you deserve.
Said this, he started screwing me at his pleasure, without mercy, I moaned first, screamed later, his cock was breaking me and I felt a lot of heat in my Booty.
He put it in and took it out, or introduced the whole thing and grabbed my hair, pushing us towards him and taking it out with a blow from his cock from my ass
No one had ever screwed me like that before, he made me do everything and I finally accepted all that demonic game with my ass that was throbbing
Gozas slut, he said
If love breaks my whole ass, love is yours even when tears fall
Even so, I was determined to get to the end.
I tried to relax and started masturbating with one hand.
Grabbing my hips, his thrusts were pushing me forward, he put my head on the pillow to avoid the screams and stayed with my ass up, from there I could see in detail how he and his cock entered violently into my ass.
With the last thrusts, he took out his cock and pointed it at my face from that height, semen drops They fell all over my face and on the sheets. He kept me in that position until he was sure he had ejaculated everything he had. I got up and went to wash myself, He stayed in his room looking at me through the door opening, I got into the shower without closing the door, and after a quick rinse, I peeked out the door and smiled coquettishly, saying Don't come, Jorge, the water is delicious.... The hours that followed kept me imprisoned in his room, he wouldn't let me leave or get dressed, he had me there naked, touching my whole body at his pleasure, (which he repeated on subsequent occasions when we were together but already in the federal capital) we still had time for two more climaxes, although not as brutal as the first ones, before leaving for my room. Jorge told me as I was leaving, Remember that now we're together in this. The next morning very early when I went out to buy the bill, I saw Jorge driving away with his car. When my husband left to go get things for the beach, a concierge gave me a letter, it's just for you he said. It was a full of precautions and a private phone number and his address in the Belgrano area. The relationship between Jorge and that woman didn't last more than five or six times until she told him she was pregnant, and he had been the one who got her that way. Jorge took over as director of the company in June, a month after his father's death in May, and I had three months of pregnancy. Jorge became her husband's supervisor with a good salary, and through an agreement between both lovers to hide it from her husband, he deposited sums of money into her savings account so she wouldn't have financial problems with the pregnancy... And that's what she did, accepting that money silently... Unfortunately, Jorge disappeared from her life before his son was born, refusing to live with her because she systematically refused to live with him, which really terrified her, since Jorge had to change a lot. due to her situation in front of the company and comments from workers: The factory was doing poorly under her direction. She didn't want to establish a new life with anyone else and less through the pain of her children and husband, due to a heatwave of a long summer. It had to conserve its current situation, where her belly held the product of a summer that would never be so wonderful, because I love Jorge truly, those months of lover next to him. Then she had to get used to the common things of a middle-class suffering family and economic dilemmas like all a country... And so it systematically refused almost three times more to receive his calls at her house... That Jorge in a moment demanded that she leave her husband and live with him... And until she tells me that she was about to tell her husband: That child is not yours, but of Jorge. But she always dismissed Jorge's things as if ironically knowing that in a not very long time, he would be leaving her... Jorge at the time and before the country's economic difficulties sold his share, and sent her through a messenger, a dismissal letter, one month after giving birth to her son... And never again did she know about Jorge's life.
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