Amigo de las Redes

Friend of the Networks The Friday before last, in the morning, I felt lonely. I missed the noise my children made when they still lived with us.

I was bored with TV and didn't have much to do. I had discovered the tuiter network (@soniadora1962), where I could meet many interesting people. But most of them lived in other countries and were looking for platonic relationships. Everyone wanted video conferences so that they could be a hot girl, get me naked, make me masturbate, etc., etc.

Then I met Brian, a 24-year-old young man who lived in my neighborhood. We chatted politely and formally for several days. I noticed he was very shy and had low self-esteem. I felt tender towards him and loved chatting with him every day after my husband left for work.

We exchanged mobile numbers and the conversation became more personal. He had a childish voice, slightly feminine. He talked to me about TV series, his games, and his favorite slutty. Never did he insinuate anything sexual and was mostly alone during the day because his parents went out to work and to make matters worse, he was an only child.

I think his feeling of loneliness united us like soulmates. We were living a virtual life that turned out to be a false sense of doing something. Winning a game or finishing a TV series. It wasn't living. Day by day we got to know each other a little better. Until we exchanged addresses, he lived just around the corner from my house.

I had never seen him before because I didn't pass through that street and he wasn't one to go out much. On Tuesday morning, he invited me to breakfast and when I arrived, he received me like a knight. He made a bow, kissed my hand, and pulled out my chair for me to sit down.

He was very tall, very robust, with light brown hair and a childlike face. He looked like a teddy bear. He served me coffee with cream and opened a package of bills. He ate like a condemned man and didn't talk much because his mouth was full. I got up from the table and Look for a paper towel to clean his face full of crumbs. After breakfast, he took me to his room and showed me a collection of video games. He put a controller in my hand and enthusiastically explained the commands: '_ with this you jump, with this you crouch... etc._' he said. We were playing for an hour when I was getting used to the game, and then he asked me to accompany him to his balcony to see his slut. A 3-year-old Labrador. We were laughing and jumping like two kids. We felt very happy. We went back to his room and I lay down on his bed. He got up and started changing clothes, he was very sweaty. He put on a blue boxers and took off his pants. '_ stay like that_' I said. It didn't bother me seeing him in boxers, it was very healthy and innocent. He sat at the foot of the bed with his legs crossed and started telling me about the last series he was watching. A testicle peeked out from under the boxer's waistband, it was chubby and pink. I felt like playing with him, opened my legs and put my feet on his knees. My underwear was visible. I saw his face turn red and without realizing it, he started squeezing the tip of his penis. I laughed inside, although I was pretending to be interested in his story. When I saw him looking away, I pulled back the sheet and left my vagina exposed. He kept talking and looked at me out of the corner of his eye. His penis had become hard and he was hiding it with his hands. I leaned my head on the pillow, opened my legs wide and said '_give me a banana! Give it to me!_' but he didn't move. He just stared, not knowing what to do. I got up and pushed him onto the bed. I took off his boxers and kissed his right thigh. His member was of normal size and suffered from phimosis. I wanted to lower the skin to lick his glans but it was very closed. The only thing visible was the tip of his penis. I gave him massages on his torso and cleaned with my tongue the juices that were coming out. I climbed on top of him and carefully started going in little by little. He didn't want it to hurt. With my pelvic muscle I squeezed the base of his member and rubbed his testicles. He was red like a tomato, didn't touch me, had his arms at his side. He took his hands and put them on my hips. Every now and then he kissed me on the mouth. He still tasted like coffee with cream. We moved smoothly until I felt a sigh and the jets that were raining down inside me. I lay on top of him and kissed him longingly. He didn't say it, but I knew he was a virgin. With my foot I caressed his legs, kissed his nipples, and rubbed his balls until he reached his second ejaculation. I got up, still dripping with his semen, and accompanied him to the exit. I went back to kiss him and without looking at me asked me to come back soon. When I got home I called and confessed that he loved me.Amigo de las Redes

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