Experiences, anecdotes, and other things part one

Small situations that I was going through in my life, which are now entertaining or exciting but more than one was a missile to my digestion. The first one I remember was the time I felt the fingers of an older man caressing my anus (between the age of my father and my grandfather, friend, neighbor, and agricultural partner of my grandfather) Lithuanian, placed on a boat bound for Argentina with 10 years old parents and family dead in post-war, Rude, rough, giant, blonde, solitary, a lovely ogre, and very sweet. I would meet him every afternoon when he arrived at the card game in the matera of my grandparents' field. Without realizing it, I was sending signals, and he received them, and started corresponding with me, called me his lady of luck, placed me by his side, and soon sat me on his lap, receiving cards from him while he rubbed my crotch with discretion and the softness with which his calloused hands could. Hands that were a bunch of pimples. One afternoon when my grandfather was loading cattle into trucks, he asked my grandmother for permission to take me to get an ice cream in town. Change, she ordered me, you're going to town with Don Valdas, as I said goodbye I told him make sure to do everything, now you're a young lady, behave like one. Green apple dress, white broderie shirt, white corset. I was coming along sucking my frutilla lollipop when the car stopped at the entrance of Los Alamos field, he got out, turned around, opened the door of the companion where I was, I stood up, turned around, and sat on his lap, his hands under my skirt reached the limit of my pussy, his agitated breathing his movements adjusting his cock over my tiny ass were a new sensation. The pleasant tickle of feeling his breath on my neck, as he rubbed my body against his cock, and my grandmother's words now you're a young lady gave me tranquility, that everything was fine. Suddenly I pulled away brusquely, and saw his enormous cock spurt cum, with one hand containing it, while the other searched for a towel. Trunk. It was the first cock I saw. And, which in my memory still remains enormous.