Very good mornings beautiful people! As I had promised, I'm going to tell you some stories with photos of the lovely things I lived during my last backpacker's trip. This story is absolutely real, not just a tale to warm up simply. After burning out my brain working all day in a law firm for two mangos, I quit the crap and left for Europe with what I had.
I had the pleasure of walking through Spain, France, Holland, Belgium, and also Morocco, and especially Italy.
Why do I put Italy with capital letters? Because it was my dream to know the country where my grandparents and great-grandfather were born.
No, my old man didn't born in the Vatican, obviously... I think)
All are my own images, and I have thousands, so I'll upload more in another post)
I had arrived about a month ago, and I had been in Barcelona, Madrid, Logroño, Tarifa, and Málaga, and every time I spoke with my old folks from Argentina, they would ask when I was going to visit my cousins in Italy, that my aunt asked about me, and my cousins were waiting for me and what a story.
So I started preparing all my things to go to Sicily, passing through the Blue Coast of France (a total dream). I arrived in Rome in mid-January last year and went down to Sicily where my family lives.
They live in a very small town called Tortorici, very beautiful, very welcoming, but you get a clot from the great slut (it doesn't reach 7,000 inhabitants), almost no young people because they get bored and go to study in larger cities and then hardly come back to their homeland.
When I arrived in Tortorici, my cousin Rosario, about 35 years old, and my aunt Franca came to pick me up, it was a very emotional moment and we all passed the time happily, and we were talking about everything while they took me to their house. On this trip, they told me that my cousin was waiting for us at home with food, because she had cooked dinner and asked about my family in Argentina and all the gossip.
When we arrived, a beautiful slut (a Bernese Boyero) and another beautiful slut (my beautiful cousin) came out to receive us. A 1.80-meter girl, totally good-looking. When I saw her, I thought right away... 'oh, look how good my cousin is...' and a wicked morbidness seized all my thoughts.
Without having crossed a single word, we greeted each other with a nearly fraternal hug and an emotional hug. While my cousin helped me with my backpack and guitar, I hugged her tightly and attached myself to my body, and she responded very affectionately (the tanos are very warm, we're very identical). Finally, I separated from her a bit because I didn't want anyone to notice the increasingly large bulge of the heat.... (I don't know what happened to me).
It was a very entertaining dinner, they were laughing so hard because I was speaking Italian for the butt, and not only that, but understanding Sicilian is like talking to a Russian in a hangover, you don't understand a cock. But it didn't interest me at all... neither the conversation... nor the food... nor Sicily... I felt strangely moved and almost hypnotized by my cousin's figure... who, by the way, will tell you. I COULDN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF HER.
At first, I didn't want to eat myself up on a trip, and I imagined it was simply because I was the novelty of the place, and all the relatives and neighbors came to meet me and bla bla, but later I realized with the passage of hours that the skinny one wasn't stopping looking at me with very penetrating eyes.
When we had dessert, she sat next to me, served coffee to those of us who were there, and everyone bombarded me with questions, but the ones my cousin Concetta asked had to do with personal things, asking if I had a girlfriend, if I hadn't left an Argentine girl waiting for me back home, or if I hadn't met an Italian one. While we laughed, she told me that Italian women are much better lovers, between laughs, and I got hot like a donkey. She then asked if I was going to sleep over at her mom's place or where (she rents a solo apartment). Before I could respond anything, my cousin Rosario said he had already prepared the living room for me to sleep there because since he works all morning outside, he could wake me up whenever he wants and we would go out together in the afternoon. In short, that night, after laughing so much and feeling at home, I bid farewell to my aunt and uncle, and we went with Rosario to his apartment (not without first hugging my cousin tightly). She had made such an impression on me that I was thinking about her all the time during that trip to her apartment. As a result of all those trips, I slept like a drunk seal. The only thing that woke me up was the sound of the department phone, my cell phone had died and I rushed to answer it in case it was my cousin or someone. It was my cousin, I heard her sweet voice telling me to wake up, sleepyhead, or something like that, tenderly and kindly (my Italian isn't the best, but I manage). I told her to wait a minute and tried to get myself together as best I could before opening the door for her when I opened it, she was wearing gray socks and a fitted sweater and almost fell over. I couldn't believe how hot that cutie was! I greeted her with two kisses and an embrace that let her know we had to go all out and already did. There were fewer doubts every time.
When we went up the stairs, she asked how I had slept and stuff, and when she saw that I had slept in the living room, she said something like her brother was a jerk, that he wasn't going to let me sleep there if he didn't even sit on the couch (it's true, I slept for the butt, and I'm 1.87 meters tall) so if it was uncomfortable, it would be better to find another spot...
She told me she was going to act as my guide through the beautiful city, and we were going to eat something, asked if I had bathed, and when I said no, she told me to bathe and change because I wasn't going to go around like a pig in the city, we laughed and I went to take a bath.
I couldn't believe what was happening, my cock was totally hard and when it would start to soften, it would drop, but never completely fall asleep, only semi-erect, as if she wanted me to see my big cock.
I started taking a bath and listened as my cousin put on music and talked to me. Since I didn't understand what the hell she was saying, I told her to wait because I wasn't listening, and just then I heard her open the bathroom door and leave it slightly ajar, talking to me from outside, without entering. I couldn't believe it!! My cousin wanted my cock at any cost!! I had many urges to grab her by the hair and give her a good yank, but while we were talking, I was trying to think of something else.
I came up with the best idea since the invention of the wheel. My cousin had a half-body mirror in the anteroom that she would use to change or jerk off, who knows, the point is it pointed directly at where I was standing under the shower, so I grabbed the towel that was there and threw it away in the dirty laundry basket...and asked my cousin to bring me a new towel please... The idea of showing her my semi-erect cock and wet cock gave me a lot of excitement and pleasure, and when she brought me the towel, she would open the door more and we wouldn't have direct eye contact, but she would look at my cock in the mirror if not.
This is what I saw...I made sure it was like that...
When she entered, I became a fool and didn't see the mirror, but she said a phrase that I won't forget anymore: Minchia! yo cazzo cuggino!! and she started laughing and left me the towel and I didn't know what it was. If I knew cazzo was a bad word, like cock, or carajo, mierda, and those meanings.
That day, we had lunch, visited my uncles, and since I had all my things at my cousin's place, I stayed there another night, but my cousin told her parents that I didn't have any problems sleeping over because she had the other bed that her friend from college (who was visiting in Piamonte) used. We were sending wpp messages, and I asked her what she meant by that expression today that I didn't understand. And she said: didn't you get it? It means you don't have any doubts that you're Italian...making me laugh and feeling hot again I asked her again, and she said 'because you have a big cock, cousin', 'but you're not the only one who has something big'...kisses...sleep well...
She sent me this photito wishing me goodnight...with an expression that said: Faccia di culo! hahaha<3 Baci sciocco! (ass face! jajaja, silly kisses!)
It will continue (obviously)...
I had the pleasure of walking through Spain, France, Holland, Belgium, and also Morocco, and especially Italy.Why do I put Italy with capital letters? Because it was my dream to know the country where my grandparents and great-grandfather were born.No, my old man didn't born in the Vatican, obviously... I think)All are my own images, and I have thousands, so I'll upload more in another post)
I had arrived about a month ago, and I had been in Barcelona, Madrid, Logroño, Tarifa, and Málaga, and every time I spoke with my old folks from Argentina, they would ask when I was going to visit my cousins in Italy, that my aunt asked about me, and my cousins were waiting for me and what a story.
So I started preparing all my things to go to Sicily, passing through the Blue Coast of France (a total dream). I arrived in Rome in mid-January last year and went down to Sicily where my family lives.
They live in a very small town called Tortorici, very beautiful, very welcoming, but you get a clot from the great slut (it doesn't reach 7,000 inhabitants), almost no young people because they get bored and go to study in larger cities and then hardly come back to their homeland.
When I arrived in Tortorici, my cousin Rosario, about 35 years old, and my aunt Franca came to pick me up, it was a very emotional moment and we all passed the time happily, and we were talking about everything while they took me to their house. On this trip, they told me that my cousin was waiting for us at home with food, because she had cooked dinner and asked about my family in Argentina and all the gossip.
When we arrived, a beautiful slut (a Bernese Boyero) and another beautiful slut (my beautiful cousin) came out to receive us. A 1.80-meter girl, totally good-looking. When I saw her, I thought right away... 'oh, look how good my cousin is...' and a wicked morbidness seized all my thoughts.
Without having crossed a single word, we greeted each other with a nearly fraternal hug and an emotional hug. While my cousin helped me with my backpack and guitar, I hugged her tightly and attached myself to my body, and she responded very affectionately (the tanos are very warm, we're very identical). Finally, I separated from her a bit because I didn't want anyone to notice the increasingly large bulge of the heat.... (I don't know what happened to me).It was a very entertaining dinner, they were laughing so hard because I was speaking Italian for the butt, and not only that, but understanding Sicilian is like talking to a Russian in a hangover, you don't understand a cock. But it didn't interest me at all... neither the conversation... nor the food... nor Sicily... I felt strangely moved and almost hypnotized by my cousin's figure... who, by the way, will tell you. I COULDN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF HER.
At first, I didn't want to eat myself up on a trip, and I imagined it was simply because I was the novelty of the place, and all the relatives and neighbors came to meet me and bla bla, but later I realized with the passage of hours that the skinny one wasn't stopping looking at me with very penetrating eyes.
When we had dessert, she sat next to me, served coffee to those of us who were there, and everyone bombarded me with questions, but the ones my cousin Concetta asked had to do with personal things, asking if I had a girlfriend, if I hadn't left an Argentine girl waiting for me back home, or if I hadn't met an Italian one. While we laughed, she told me that Italian women are much better lovers, between laughs, and I got hot like a donkey. She then asked if I was going to sleep over at her mom's place or where (she rents a solo apartment). Before I could respond anything, my cousin Rosario said he had already prepared the living room for me to sleep there because since he works all morning outside, he could wake me up whenever he wants and we would go out together in the afternoon. In short, that night, after laughing so much and feeling at home, I bid farewell to my aunt and uncle, and we went with Rosario to his apartment (not without first hugging my cousin tightly). She had made such an impression on me that I was thinking about her all the time during that trip to her apartment. As a result of all those trips, I slept like a drunk seal. The only thing that woke me up was the sound of the department phone, my cell phone had died and I rushed to answer it in case it was my cousin or someone. It was my cousin, I heard her sweet voice telling me to wake up, sleepyhead, or something like that, tenderly and kindly (my Italian isn't the best, but I manage). I told her to wait a minute and tried to get myself together as best I could before opening the door for her when I opened it, she was wearing gray socks and a fitted sweater and almost fell over. I couldn't believe how hot that cutie was! I greeted her with two kisses and an embrace that let her know we had to go all out and already did. There were fewer doubts every time.When we went up the stairs, she asked how I had slept and stuff, and when she saw that I had slept in the living room, she said something like her brother was a jerk, that he wasn't going to let me sleep there if he didn't even sit on the couch (it's true, I slept for the butt, and I'm 1.87 meters tall) so if it was uncomfortable, it would be better to find another spot... She told me she was going to act as my guide through the beautiful city, and we were going to eat something, asked if I had bathed, and when I said no, she told me to bathe and change because I wasn't going to go around like a pig in the city, we laughed and I went to take a bath.
I couldn't believe what was happening, my cock was totally hard and when it would start to soften, it would drop, but never completely fall asleep, only semi-erect, as if she wanted me to see my big cock.
I started taking a bath and listened as my cousin put on music and talked to me. Since I didn't understand what the hell she was saying, I told her to wait because I wasn't listening, and just then I heard her open the bathroom door and leave it slightly ajar, talking to me from outside, without entering. I couldn't believe it!! My cousin wanted my cock at any cost!! I had many urges to grab her by the hair and give her a good yank, but while we were talking, I was trying to think of something else.
I came up with the best idea since the invention of the wheel. My cousin had a half-body mirror in the anteroom that she would use to change or jerk off, who knows, the point is it pointed directly at where I was standing under the shower, so I grabbed the towel that was there and threw it away in the dirty laundry basket...and asked my cousin to bring me a new towel please... The idea of showing her my semi-erect cock and wet cock gave me a lot of excitement and pleasure, and when she brought me the towel, she would open the door more and we wouldn't have direct eye contact, but she would look at my cock in the mirror if not.
This is what I saw...I made sure it was like that...
When she entered, I became a fool and didn't see the mirror, but she said a phrase that I won't forget anymore: Minchia! yo cazzo cuggino!! and she started laughing and left me the towel and I didn't know what it was. If I knew cazzo was a bad word, like cock, or carajo, mierda, and those meanings.That day, we had lunch, visited my uncles, and since I had all my things at my cousin's place, I stayed there another night, but my cousin told her parents that I didn't have any problems sleeping over because she had the other bed that her friend from college (who was visiting in Piamonte) used. We were sending wpp messages, and I asked her what she meant by that expression today that I didn't understand. And she said: didn't you get it? It means you don't have any doubts that you're Italian...making me laugh and feeling hot again I asked her again, and she said 'because you have a big cock, cousin', 'but you're not the only one who has something big'...kisses...sleep well...
She sent me this photito wishing me goodnight...with an expression that said: Faccia di culo! hahaha<3 Baci sciocco! (ass face! jajaja, silly kisses!)
It will continue (obviously)...
24 comentários - Me re garché a mi primita italiana 1
Ah!!!! Y con "Minchia, che cazzo, cuggino" te dijo... Guauuu!! (o joder!!) que pija, primo!!!!
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