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Compendium IIIAfter two refreshing weeks of exploring the beautiful landscapes of southern Australian coast, our reluctant family had to bid farewell to the wandering life we were leading and returned home last Saturday. With the start of school year in sight for Marisol, Bastián, and the little ones, it was time to switch to school uniforms.
Fortunately, the private schools of Bastián and my nightingale operate with a distinct academic program different from the Australian public education system. Instead of adhering to the traditional trimester structure that begins in January and ends in December, with a week-long break between blocks, their schools follow a more flexible calendar similar to universities. This unique arrangement allows us to plan vacations outside peak seasons, ensuring precious moments together without the overwhelming movement of crowded tourist destinations.However, this year presented a particular challenge. Due to work pressures, I found myself needing an additional month off on top of my vacation period. This was due to being able to take vacations in February for the second consecutive year, and although they generously compensated me monetarily last year, I really needed my break this year, so fortunately Edith, our branch CEO, accepted my request since Nelson and Gloria could cover my workload.
Due to this programming gap, I have more freedom to take care of household chores and childcare. For that reason, and since Marisol and the girls attend the same educational establishment, I thought it important to ask my daughters for permission to bring Bastián to school during these days, which they generously accepted.
After parking the car in front of their house, Sonia was already waiting with our son at the entrance. However, due to the morning being cool, I was wearing a black tailored jacket that completed my elegance. His face, as always, with those square-framed glasses that scrutinize every detail they see and that reddish lip color, which captures attention by its unusual tone, gave him a singular charm.
vBut it's not my favorite employee! she exclaimed in a mocking tone as I got out of the car. - Shouldn't you be connecting from your house to work? - I know you pretty well, Sonia! I'm always finding creative ways to get out of work! I said, greeting her with a hug and petting my little one's hair. - How are you, little one? How was vacation? Did Mom behave badly? - Bastian laughed, happy to see me. +No, dad! She behaved well. She signed me up for swimming classes. I looked at Sonia with surprise...vDon't look at me like that! Someone put the idea in their head that it's so entertaining to swim. If I had them in front of me, I'd fire them on the spot. - Said she jokingly, although Bastián took it seriously.+No, Mom! Don't do it! – my son begged, defending me with his body. – Dad was the best! Please! Sonia, moved to tears, bent down to his level...vRelax! Dad knows I'm playing. He's my best friend too, you know? - she replied, kissing his cheek.
I caught a glimpse of Elena, who was definitely rocking the bouffant blonde hairstyle that suits her quite well and looked at me with disdain instead of her usual irritation, so it seems our relationship is improving.
When I arrived at the school entrance, there was quite a commotion. The morning air was alive with sounds of laughter and conversations, along with the joyful shrieks of children reuniting with their classmates. The sun shone warmly on the school patio, illuminating vibrant colors on the tender grass and green plants, as well as the infant games I knew from January.
The parents and guardians were also taking advantage of the opportunity to engage in lively conversations, like scaled-up replicas of their children's, sharing humorous stories of their recreation times. Some of them gathered at the entrance, exchanging greetings and catching up on the latest gossip.
However, despite not being the only man, I noticed that several mothers were looking at me. They weren't exactly the course parents of Bastián (at least, I didn't recognize them). But they seemed to be stalking me in the same way leopards stalk gazelles in the Serengeti.|Hello, Bastian! How are you? - Lily greeted my son upon seeing him.
However, she cut herself off at the words when she saw me...+Hey, Lily! I'm fine. And you? How were your vacations? - my son replied, embracing her affectionately. The little girl, despite being still, didn't take her eyes off me...· Come on, Lily! Greet her! -Isabella suggested in a playful tone. – If that 'bad boy' does anything to you, he'll have to answer to me...
Her beautiful mother gave me a mischievous smile. That morning, she was wearing seductive, fine, and impeccable as always: with secure step and the sound of her high heels, she wore a design dress tightly fitted in an intense brown tone, with a pronounced neckline that you could appreciate freely, adorned with a precious stone collar that justified its attention, subtly defining her generous bust, while the hem fell elegantly over her knees, accentuating more her sculptural figure.
Of course, her striking black mane, shining on her shoulders, combined with her spongy crimson lips, made her, far from any comparison, the queen of beauty among the mothers present at the school entrance.
The kids exchanged their vacation activities innocently. However, Isabella corrected Lily that 'they didn't go to the beach', but instead highlighted that they went to Java Island for summer vacation, something that poor little girl didn't care about, nor did it catch my attention. But fortunately, just a few minutes after listening to her boring lecture on the amenities of the lodging where she stayed, a melodious voice interrupted...andHello, Marco!
And without saying more, Emma's lips pressed against mine, taking advantage of my surprise. Her warm lips and the movement of her tongue showed, in addition to her skill in the art of kissing, how much I had missed during the vacations.
Before I could process what was happening, Isabella's irritated and jealous voice broke the atmosphere.· What are you doing? - she asked one of us, although for me it was hard to tell who. Of course, Emma, feeling comfortable with my perplexed face, smiled mischievously before responding to Isabella.andI'm just greeting Marco like they do in his culture... - she explained, still smiling satisfied with her mischief.+But Miss Emma, Daddy says they only kiss on the cheek when they greet each other. - my attentive son corrected.Isabella was contemplating Emma, demanding an explanation, to which she could respond with an apology, although she continued smiling playfully satisfied as I looked at her.
But while I recovered my composure, trying to recover from that spectacular kiss, I took my son into my arms and implored:
- Please, Bastián! Don't tell your sisters! - fearing the punishment they would impose if they found out.
Fortunately, my son was much more understanding.+Relax, Dad! It wasn't anything! Miss Emma was just a little confused about our customs.
But it was evident from her smile that it wasn't. That morning, she wore a white blouse with a deep V-neckline that subtly accentuated her graceful bust without being excessively revealing, which she complemented with a golden collar and ring-shaped earrings. Maintaining her youthful appearance, she combined it with a knee-length denim skirt that hugged her curves in a flattering but modest way, and finally, a pair of skin-colored boots that complemented the natural roundness of her backside.
Her golden horse booty and mischievous hazel eyes may not have made her as seductive as Isabella. But they did invite spending the afternoon reclined on those spongy breasts.
The interesting thing was seeing Lily try to greet Karen after she hugged my son. Although the tensions were still between them, Lily offered a tentatively friendly smile. The three of us shared our summer experiences, with Karen remembering how she learned to swim in her grandparents' lake house. Lily, a little embarrassed, acknowledged that she didn't want to swim because the sea scared her, although my son was excited to hear both of them, revealing that he had signed up for a swimming school, which earned him greater admiration from his friends.While we parents listened attentively to our children's conversation, I noticed Isabella looking at me with expectation, her chest swelling proudly having followed my advice to get closer to her daughter. However, when I smiled back at her satisfied, she couldn't control the flush on her cheeks and shudder slightly under the weight of my gaze. Emma, on the other hand, seemed content seeing her daughter smooth out rough patches with someone who had caused her so much pain in the past, dedicating a grateful look to what happened.§Marco, how are you? It's great to see you! exclaimed Cheryl as she saw us, embracing me affectionately.
The girls remained agape at the sight of her. I think they would never have imagined seeing her wear a blue-marine pencil skirt that fell to her knees, hugging her curves perfectly and accentuating the toning of her legs. On the other hand, her white buttoned blouse reached even to intimidate, given that while the cutaway maintained correctly the air proper to a teacher, the supernatural volume under this tensed the blouse spectacularly, finishing off her new appearance with elegant black stiletto shoes.
But it wasn't just that. They also noticed the subtle sway of their hips as they walked and the confidence in their shoulders contrasted quite a bit with the timid behavior of the teacher even at the last parents' meeting. Our sons, on the other hand, didn't notice anything special.· Since when do you and he have so much confidence together? - asked Isabella, about to blow a fuse at seeing her hug me with such affection.§Oh, I'm sorry! - Cheryl thought back, seeing she wasn't alone. - Well... during the holidays, he came to my department and taught me how to make sushi.The face of Emma filled with surprise...andDon't tell me you went to teach her that Saturday! - she commented in a mocking tone. - She also taught me how to cook a dish from her country!§Really?orYes! - and with a cat-like smile, looking at me with her eyes and biting her lip with lust, she added. - It was a big, striking, and delicious plate.
I felt in my pants that Emma wanted an urgent repetition... §Well, I've been practicing alone these weeks... and I wanted to ask if you want to try my sushi. – Cheryl finished off by saying that, with eyes just as luxurious.
I couldn't help but smile at her unusual confidence, since Cheryl had the audacity to maintain a serious face while saying our code phrase for having sex (similar to the inspection visits Hannah would tell me when we were in the cutie), which she also finished off with a mischievous grin that exacerbated the pressure I felt under my pants.· You haven't taught me how to cook anything! – exclaimed Isabella the savior, angry and crossing her arms. Emma didn't lose the opportunity to mock her, while Cheryl greeted the kids and tried to get away from the suffocation.orI thought you weren't cooking! - And besides, we went on a date... I protested. Emma started laughing...andIs that true?· Only... we ate an ice cream. –replied with unusual timidity. Fortunately for her, another woman came to her aid.üWow, you're a great friend! – Aisha commented. – I thought I'd find you at the door and here you are, chatting with other people...
Aisha arrived at school wearing a sophisticated yet discreet outfit. She wore a cream-colored blouse with delicate frills along the neckline, giving her a feminine appearance; a long vanilla-colored cotton skirt that reached to her knee, flowing gracefully with her movements, maintaining her modest aesthetic while accentuating her hourglass figure without being too revealing, finishing off with subtle heels that elongated her curved legs and added a polished finish to her outfit, accompanied by golden bracelets and earrings to discreetly highlight her style.
Her striking blonde hairstyle framed her face perfectly, naturally enhancing her African features. The lack of makeup was almost justified, as she only needed a touch of mascara for her eyelashes and a neutral lip color that allowed her natural beauty to shine through.
While Sophie integrated into my son's group of friends, Aisha remained speechless momentarily.üBut it's not the elusive Mr. Marco! Aisha exclaimed with a tone of disdain. Really, you're a bad friend, Isabella! I've told you countless times how annoying it is that I'm with Cheryl and don't want to share her contact information with me, and here I see you're already friends with him.
The surprised face of Isabella was a mix between fear and pity, greatly contrasting with her usual confidence.üI'd like to speak a few words with you! - said the exotic woman seriously.
- Of course. How can I help you?üI wanted to comment that I'm feeling very disappointed in your attitude. – she said with a slight tone of annoyance. – I thought after presenting ourselves in a striking way to each other, we could get to know each other better during our sons' taekwondo practices. But unfortunately, it was Elena who took Bastián to classes instead of you.- You don't know how much I regret it, Aisha. But generally, Fridays are very busy for me due to my work commitments. It wasn't my intention to miss the opportunity to chat with you.
Aisha's face softened as she heard that...üI understand. – she replied, starting to play with her index finger on my chest and pulling up my shirt as if trying to stretch it. – It's just that I was expecting us to get much closer, especially since our kids are classmates.
I could feel the type of closeness she referred to in the depth of her gaze, while feeling the emotion growing inside my pants even more...
But for Isabella's relief and Emma's pity, who looked at me furiously and smiled entertained respectively, the bell rang and we entered the classroom for the first-year reunion.
While the kids went to their classrooms, the girls and I sat in a corner of the room that had been set up to give us information about the program. However, Isabella was so upset with me that she preferred sitting next to Emma, while this one radiated joy at having me alone and dark in the corner, as Aisha sat in front of us.
Shielded by the darkness, Emma's left side didn't hesitate to lean on my right thigh with full confidence.
And it was then that we started listening to Cheryl's annual planning...
Little by little, Emma began to rub my thigh, allowing me to feel how she was gaining an erection, when suddenly, she whispered discreetly: ...andMarco, Did you sleep with Cheryl?· WHAT? – exclaimed Isabella, without measuring her voice. Yet, I could notice by the change in Aisha's facial expression that it wasn't just Isabella who had heard us...andSilence! - Emma asked her, making her be quiet.• Why do you say that? - Shouted Isabella in a whisper.orLook at her! Don't they notice something different? - she asked, in moments when she herself distinguished with her fingers the shape under my pants... Emma and I looked at each other. She bit her lower lip eagerly...· I don't know what you're talking about! I'm not seeing anything! - silent Isabella commented, annoyed and impatient.
Emma started to masturbate slowly above her pants...andI mean that! Throughout all this time, it has never wavered once... And while I felt my body disappearing, due to the firm and constant work of Emma's hand, I could hear that, indeed, Cheryl was speaking quickly. In her tone of voice, not a hint of insecurity could be heard.· But how can you know...? Are you jerking off? - she screamed again in a low voice.
Aisha let out a sigh...
andYes. When you have a cock that big and thick inside you, it changes everything, right, sweetheart? - Emma asked me before kissing me.
It was then that she took advantage of unbuttoning my belt and the unmistakable sound of my pant zipper breaking the silence...· God! Could it be that you'll ever not suck her while you're with me? - protested Isabella, with her agitated voice.andNo! Hers has a good taste! - Emma replied, returning to the action.
It was clear that we 4 were hot. Luckily, we were moderately far from the rest. However, some of Emma's tongue slaps were heard by other mothers, but they were so subtle and brief that they got lost in Cheryl's constant indistinguishable discourse.
I looked at Isabella, who was clearly masturbating, while I stretched my hand to grab Emma's butt, with intentions to squeeze it, something that even gave her greater enthusiasm to the movement of both. At times, Aisha would let out moans, while pressing one of her breasts, while Emma tried not to make too much noise as she choked.§During the second semester... I managed to hear Cheryl part of the annual programming.
- Emma, you have to cum for me before Halloween! - I told Emma with my head on top of her sticky and hot tongue. - Otherwise, we'll get caught.
She took up a furious rhythm. Her head rose and fell with great agility, reaching the edges of the palate.
By September, she had me in high heat and slapped me on the shoulder to let her know I was going to cum.
As if anchoring with her lips, she sucked sealing my shaft and swallowing my four thrusts without removing her mouth. Then we kissed and I handed her a handkerchief to clean up.
While listening to December's programming, Emma leaned against my chest and asked:orWhen will it be my turn? I also want to feel you inside!
We left the meeting exhausted. It was clear that something had happened to us 4, which Cheryl interpreted as fatigue from listening to her.
Suddenly, she takes my arm and says:§See you Saturday?Next post
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