After returning from a trip and having caught up with María, the mother of my nieces, I had to converse with Andrea about her proposal. She wanted to try to have a more serious relationship with me, but at the same time, an open relationship in which she could go out with any man who liked her and do the same with me, going out with any girl.
Andrea and I had several long conversations, although she seemed to doubt admitting it, finally telling me that she enjoys sex with a man who is not her partner, and having sex with another person does not mean she feels something for them. I asked her how she came to feel this desire, and she said that when she was starting to awaken sexually, she had read several Penthouse magazines from her father's collection. The section in the magazine that most excited her were letters from readers sharing their experiences. And the readings that most excited her were of couples sharing, where the woman would go out with another man and her partner would wait for her at home or have sex in front of her partner or exchange partners. But to her it didn't seem fair that she could go out, have sex with other men, and I couldn't do the same, besides she was sure I wouldn't be faithful to any woman.
I told her there were risks, that she could fall in love with another man, and if I fell in love with her, that would affect me, just as it could be the reverse. I could fall in love with another woman and she would be the one suffering. She was aware of this, but it was a risk she wanted to take.
I told her that for me, she was a shared person, she had a boyfriend, she had sex with her boyfriend and me. There wouldn't be any change. Andrea said: I want you to be my boyfriend, and I want you to be mine. But for now, we'll keep it hidden from the family. A little later, I ended the relationship with her boyfriend.
Looking at things this way, that didn't mean a greater danger than what I was already taking. until now. The only change was that I had to consider, try out, and attempt to fall in love with Andrea. But at the same time, there was the possibility of another person appearing in my life. For me, an ideal woman at that moment was a girl between 35 and 40 years old, professional, independent, preferably without children, attractive, and sexy. A sometimes difficult combination, but you never know what life has in store for you. At that instant, a 23-year-old girl wasn't my ideal for falling in love and getting married, there was a 17-year age difference between Andrea and me, which didn't bother her, but it did bother me.
So once the rules were clear, I accepted.
During that year, Andrea graduated from medicine and Natalia from odontology. In my country, medical school takes six years and dental school five years. Despite Andrea being a year older than Natalia, they both graduated the same year.
My father, when he was running the construction company, won a contract to build a private hospital in 1994, and as part of the payment and negotiation, he reserved three consulting rooms. Those consulting rooms were rented out, so after some negotiations with the Hospital and its Board of Directors, we reached an agreement to hand over two consulting rooms to Andrea and Natalia. The board demanded that both Andrea and Natalia continue their specialization studies. For Natalia, the situation was quite favorable because the hospital has a Maxillofacial Institute that offers courses and a one-year training program for dentists at a relatively high cost, which Natalia had to apply for. Of course, as Natalia is one of my adopted nieces, I paid for those training courses, as well as the adaptation of the dental consulting room, which also has its own cost. In Andrea's case, it was more economical initially because she took a pediatric specialization at a public university and a public hospital. Andrea was more economical than Natalia's.
The specialization of Andrea took a year and a half. And during that time, she shared her time in the general medicine consultation at the private hospital and her pediatric specialization at the public hospital and public university. So Andrea's time was very limited and she was always tired.
After specialization, Andrea dedicated herself to working at the private hospital and six months later started a Master's degree in Pediatric Neurology that also took place at a public hospital in our city. And that master's degree lasted two years and a half.
I'm telling you all this, especially about the years, because I expected Andrea to go out with several men, and during all that time, she didn't go out with anyone. She only had sex with me. Of course, I went out with several girls, besides having some occasional sex with Natalia (she knew I was in a serious relationship with Andrea and avoided having sex with me, except for emergency cases) and occasionally with María, the mother of the girls. With María, things got complicated a bit, but maybe I'll relate it in some stories.
When I finished my master's degree, Andrea was already 27 years old. Now she had more time and dedicated herself only to her consultation at the private hospital. Things were going well for us. Since Andrea was an independent woman, she spent more time with me, while her parents thought she was at the hospital. So we would return home at night and discuss our days. She told me that doctors and visitors from the hospital were quite flirtatious with her. Even her patients were in love with her (and supposedly, some fathers). I'm telling you that a doctor who directed the Pediatric Surgery Unit was flirting with her.
She said she and Natalia always laughed at the doctors and it was a very fun place to work. She told me about dinner invitations from doctors and how the conversation always seemed Derive to sex.
A night she came home and told me she wanted to talk to me. We sat down and she started telling me that her boss, Antonio, had been flirting a lot with her lately and had even invited her out to dinner several times. He was a man in his mid-40s to 50, average build, nothing spectacular. We talked about it and it excited us to imagine what could happen. He knew she was in a relationship, so we both knew our true reasons for inviting her out. I told her I definitely wanted to have sex with her. She laughed and admitted that it excited her to know another older man was interested. The experience with Matteo had been good for her. That the two of us were who best caught her. I told her to look at herself, and if she really wanted to have sex with that man. She said yes. It became clear that older men had the power to excite her. This, along with the fact that he was her boss, added to the excitement and we had sex for a couple of hours that night, all the time Andrea talking about what she wanted to do and what could happen.
Finally, on that night Andrea decided, with my support, to go out to dinner with Antonio.
We were both excited and thrilled for the next few days. I was very nervous. I knew I wouldn't be there to watch over her and keep her safe like when she had sex with Matteo. What if she got out of control? If she decided not to have sex and that man tried to rape her? What if she started falling in love with him? What if he was better in bed than me? My head was spinning crazy, but it was all part of an agreement we made four years ago, I couldn't say no now. Everything was said and done, and I knew this was a turn for me and I accepted what she wanted so much: To have sex with another man, while I waited at home.
We found a very sexy dress for her to wear on her date. It was a white fitted dress. It was made of a soft material that clung to every curve of her body. It was very short, especially. We bought white high heels for her to wear with it and white very sexy panties. Of course, we had already decided she wouldn't be wearing a bra, but when she put on the dress, we saw that even her underwear showed a little due to the material. I suggested she leave the bra on because her nipple aureola could be clearly observed.
When Friday arrived and she came home to get ready, both of us were very excited and nervous. I watched her getting ready and have to say I'm not sure if it was as sexy as it looked or the situation. But my cock had never been harder than that. The dress barely reached mid-thigh and rode up a bit when she walked in heels. I desperately wanted to throw her down and fuck her right there, but she stopped me. I watched her leave through the door, start her car, and drive off to find another man to screw.
Those hours while she was away were agonizing for me. First you worry about her safety. You think something bad could happen to her. But it calmed me down because that doctor didn't have a reputation for being an aggressive man, rather affable and the comments indicated he was all a gentleman. Then there's the unease of wondering if she's having sex with him right now. Will she be having sex tonight? Maybe the man is shy and it would cost him to take the initiative. I know men like that who get nervous around attractive women, become clumsy, and go home without fucking. They're at a dinner with a woman and all they want to do is talk, and after dinner, each goes their separate way and nothing happens. Or maybe just a kiss and that's it. A first encounter and they leave the sex for next time. That usually happens. And that causes anxiety because you want to know what's happening every instant. It provokes being the invisible man or disguising yourself to be in that place and observe what's happening. It happens. And then there are the jealous feelings one feels.
I tried to stop thinking about things, but it didn't matter what I did, thoughts about what she and Antonio might be doing at that moment kept appearing. Any husband or boyfriend who has experienced this knows what I'm saying. You have all kinds of thoughts in your head and your cock remains hard.
Andrea left at 7:30 pm. I estimated she would be at the restaurant around 8 pm due to traffic and distance. This would be a very long night. I tried to watch TV. And you realize that having over 200 channels can't entertain you. It's 9 pm. And you don't know anything. You change channels. You try to watch an interesting movie, but the image of Andrea and what she might be doing doesn't leave my mind. 9:34 pm. A mini heart attack. A message from Andrea: love I'm fine, everything is perfect, Antonio is a total gentleman. My response is very quick: Ok love, I'm waiting, enjoy your night. Are you at the restaurant?. And Andrea writes back: Yes love, I'm in the bathroom, just retouching a bit. A kiss. I love you.
That message relieved me a bit. At least I knew Andrea was fine. She was at the restaurant and wasn't fucking. I continued with that Chinese torture, waiting for a new message. A message is like finding an oasis in the desert. You wait and wait. The minutes pass very slowly. You think the Theory of Relativity makes sense. Everything is very L E N T O O O. It's desperate and exciting at the same time.
It's now 10:21 pm. Another message from Andrea. Another mini heart attack. In those microseconds, you think about what she might be doing. You know that when you read the message, you'll maybe get a definition of what you should expect: Hi love. We're going somewhere else. I'm leaving my car at the restaurant. What place? Where are they going? It's like another ice cream shop? A disco? Where? It makes you want to call and ask her where she's going. But you don't. You don't want to be invasive. And I only answer: “Ok love, be careful, I love you”. There is no response from Andrea.
I look at the clock. 11:00 pm. No message. I keep trying to watch TV and it's complicated. Nothing can distract me. What a horrible and exciting feeling not knowing where your partner is at that moment and what they'll be doing. Will they be in a hotel? Will they be screwing? What will they be doing?
It's midnight. Almost two hours since their last message. I'm still uncertain. I look out the window several times onto the street, hoping to see Andrea's car arrive home. But nothing. And I can't call her or send any messages. That's the agreement. But it provokes me. You look at your phone and check if it's on, if it has signal. Everything normal, everything okay. But no message arrives.
Now it's 1:00 am. Almost three hours have passed since they wrote to me. What can I think? That with great probability they're screwing that man. It's agony not knowing for sure. I try to sleep but it's impossible. I have mixed feelings. I want Andrea not to be screwed by that man, but at the same time I do. I'm fulfilling a desire and fantasy of Andrea's. The truth is that Andrea drags me into her world, but at the same time it's very exciting. My cock doesn't stop being hard. It provokes me to masturbate, but I have to wait for Andrea. Nothing entertains me. I can't read. I can't watch anything on TV. Just occasionally glance at Twitter and nothing more.
Finally, I hear Andrea's car entering the parking lot of our house. I hear her heels and then her key in the door. I looked at the clock and it was 3:12 am. When she entered with a smile on her face, leaned against the wall near the door, disheveled, almost without makeup, and I knew they had caught her. She seemed happy when she came closer to me and took her in my arms.
Tell me, did you get caught?... Did you do it?, - I asked.
She smiled and lowered her head, then looked at me with her eyes. Yes, she whispered, possibly expecting a reaction. I just I felt my head buzzing and my cock getting harder. “Please tell me” Let's go to the bedroom, - she said while taking my hand. When we arrived at the bedroom, she pushed me towards the bed. Then, as she slowly took off her white dress, I saw bites and suck marks on her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra anymore either. She told me she had taken them off in the car before arriving because they were soaked with semen. As she got into bed, she undressed, grabbed my cock and started telling me everything about her night. She said that he was waiting for her at the restaurant, that place has special booths where you can eat without being seen by other people. When she saw him, he didn't stop complimenting her and saying how beautiful she looked in her dress. He then ordered a bottle of wine and they started talking about how she felt in the Pediatric Unit, which he directs. She told me that Andrea loved her job and that the comments about her professional performance were positive. That he was happy to be able to help her. Then they talked about Antonio's private life. He had been married until a few years ago but divorced when his ex-wife left him for another man. He lived alone in a big house and hoped she could visit it someday. They ordered dinner. He offered her wine several times, which helped her relax and calm down a bit. She started noticing that he was looking at her breasts and that began to excite her. Her nipples were always hard and since the dress was thin and caressed her breasts so well; I could see them perfectly, just like the small bumps of her areola. She said they flirted throughout dinner and when they finished, there was definitely a sexual tension in the air. She said she was getting excited knowing that this older man was trying to seduce her with the possibility that It could lead to sex. Little did he know that she wouldn't have accepted the date if he hadn't been planning a quickie. He excused himself to go to the bathroom and refresh himself. At that moment, I took advantage and sent him a message. He said he retouched his makeup, added another layer of lip gloss, and then looked down and saw his nipples in the mirror. Then he slid his hands into his dress and adjusted them so they would protrude more. When he left the bathroom, they finished off the bottle of wine. Antonio proposed going to the bar at the restaurant. She asked if it wouldn't bother him if people saw them together since he was the head of the unit. It didn't matter. So they went to the bar, where there was live music and a lot of people. They approached the bar and a man gave up his spot. There, they changed drinks and ordered whiskey. They kept talking, but as Andrea sat down and Antonio stood up, he wouldn't stop touching her legs in a careless way. Sometimes he would put his hand on her thigh and leave it there for minutes while approaching to talk due to the intense music noise.
For you and those who have seen some photos of Andrea, it's very easy to put ourselves in Antonio's place. Imagine being a 50-year-old divorced man with a 27-year-old super hot girl dressed to please and ready for sex. I bet he had never had anything so good before.
At one of those moments, Antonio told her she was very beautiful. That since the first day he saw her at the hospital, he was dazzled by her. He found out who she was. Then he was happy that she specialized in pediatrics because that could allow her to be in that unit and be close to him. When Andrea finished her specialization, he tried to approach her, but she was always busy with her master's degree and consultations.
He was happy when she finished her master's degree and now they could work together. He wanted to help her and teach her everything he had learned. Andrea said... He thanked everything he had done so far for her. He knew he was doing his best to teach her and that he also liked her a lot. He tried to get closer to kiss her, but Andrea stopped him. She got up and once she was standing, she approached him, almost touching his body, then stretched out and wrapped her arms around his neck. She leaned in and kissed him softly. Then she stepped back and looked at him for a moment. She came closer again and this time they gave each other another kiss.
He said the sexual tension was very high and he enjoyed taking control. When he started talking, she grabbed his head and pulled him towards her to give him another kiss. This time she opened her mouth and slid her tongue into his. Then she wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him tightly as the kiss became hotter and more intense.
He came up to her ear and told her he wanted to screw her. Andrea said she also wanted him to take her and asked him to go to a hotel. Antonio paid the bill and they left in Antonio's car, leaving Andrea's car at the restaurant. At that moment it was 10:21 pm, which is when Andrea took the opportunity to write me to tell me they were going somewhere else.
When they arrived at the motel, Antonio paid for the room and immediately they went in. He came closer to kiss her again. Andrea could feel his hardness pressed against her and felt great. She moved her hands towards him and started rubbing her back through the dress's satin. Antonio was moaning. His hands traveled down to the dress straps, slid underneath, and then moved up until he took her lovely backside with both hands. When he did this, it was his turn to moan. She said she pulled him towards her with force and felt his cock pressed against her stomach and knew Antonio was going to screw her that night.
As he told me all this, he had his hand wrapped around my cock and pumping it up and down. I was so close to the edge. That I had to make it slow down or he would make me download the semen content. She laughed at that and continued her story.
She stepped away from him and shook her head to clarify. Andrea took advantage of the moment to slide up the top of her dress and remove her bra. Her breasts were exposed. Antonio looked in amazement at those beautiful breasts and went back to looking at her, raising his eyebrows as if silently asking for permission to touch them. She looked at her hard nipples and then leaned back, arching her back as if inviting him to play. She moved her hands up and slowly passed her palms lightly over her nipples, sending shivers through her body. This made them stand out even more. She said she involuntarily let out a small muffled cry and a moan. He told her that they were the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. Something you readers who have seen Andrea's breasts can understand what Antonio meant.
Then he grabbed them and started to squeeze and suck them. Just when he began to slide his hands down her dress to put his hands on them, she shook her head and stepped away from him. Then she looked at him with her eyes while sliding the dress off her body and letting it fall to the floor, showing her body. She said that the situation was so intense, standing there showing her naked body to her boss.
This was enough to push him over the edge and he growled as he lifted her up and took her to the bed. She said she was so animal-like that a man would basically take her. He put her on the bed, stepped away, and started to undress himself. She told me that his cock was so hard it was pointing at the ceiling. While she was telling this story, mine was also hard like steel.
I asked how Antonio's cock was and Andrea told me that he had a cock that was probably medium-sized but quite thick. And that it had a head that looked like a mushroom.
She slid... until the edge of the bed and drew him towards her. She grabbed his cock and took it to her mouth. After several licks, she took it completely in her warm and wet mouth and he moaned while doing so.
After that, he pushed her onto the bed. As he was placing himself on top of her, she opened her legs and drew him towards her. He removed her white panties immediately and began to lick and suck her vagina and clitoris.
As I listened to this, I couldn't take it anymore, I rolled over onto her back and put my fingers in her vagina. Although it had been a few minutes since I had screwed her, her pussy felt different, it was completely open, seemed a little swollen, extremely wet, and you could see it, like when she was relaxed, Antonio's semen began to come out.
She whispered in my ear: Do you want me to tell you everything about love?
Yes, my love, please tell me everything
Listen carefully, my cock. Listen carefully. I feel for the first time like Antonio is sucking my pussy. I get frenzied, can't take it anymore!!! and explode in an orgasm that seems never to end. I scream like a madwoman, complain, and shake with more force out of control. Only a couple of minutes had passed and I had already exploded in a intense orgasm due to the contained desires. It's so intense that I'm still having spasmodic contractions. I take him out of my legs and ask him to sit on the bed. That medium-sized but very stubborn cock pointing towards the ceiling excites me. The lips of my vulva make noise with their juices when I pass that purple mushroom for it to lubricate and not hurt me. I feel like my juices are dripping between my thighs. I feel the smell of my sex, his, and I eroticize to the point where I want to let myself fall and get stuck even if it kills me inside. I'm totally crazy.
I leave his cock head at the entrance of my pussy. I feel like it's starting to open up, that brutal stake that separates the lips of my vulva and begins to penetrating me hurts a little, I'm holding my body to not keep going down, but I'm dying to feel it totally inside of me. I take him by the nape to make him not use too much force to maintain his horizontal body, that made me drop a couple of centimeters with impact, oh my God! I feel full, I can't move. I start feeling spasmodic tremors that I can't control. His hands on my nipples drive me totally crazy. I can't hold back the orgasm, it's about to escape. Sounds come out of my mouth that I don't provoke or can't control.
I complain because it hurts. I look down ¡¡¡ God have mercy !!! Just as his head enters, we won't be able to, aaaayyyyy, my vagina starts to pump an immense orgasm, I scream like a madwoman because I feel too much fluid coming out that lubricates and the tremors take away my strength, my legs give way, I feel myself getting screwed more and more, without wanting it, I try to go slow love, but can't stop the penetration, my orgasm won't stop.
¡¡¡ I feel like dying, it's so rich !!! He takes hold of my shoulders to stand up and kiss my nipples, this accelerates the penetration process. It's unstoppable. It hurts but I like it with madness, I grab my buttocks with my hands and spread them open to see if it hurts a little less, it's worse because the penetration speeds up and I scream because it hurts and because I feel impaled, because I like it, because I go crazy. I'm so open-legged that I feel his testicles starting to rub against my buttocks, it excites me so much, I let myself go completely, relax my legs that were holding me up and feel his monstrous head that looks like a fungus keeps inexorably opening me up ¡¡¡ It seems like it won't ever stop entering, for God's sake !!! I can't take it, it's like a hot sword that pierces me, my ears are buzzing, I start feeling an orgasm, that mixture of fluid from the orgasm softens the pain, I stay still just for a few seconds, feel his cock pulsating inside me, I am I'm sure nothing else goes in, I hug him tight and put his face between my breasts, I'm all wet, with my hair stuck to my skin, I feel like my vagina is still exploding from his orgasm, this drives me crazy, I cross my legs behind his back, penetration becomes total, I feel that fungus touching my cervix for the first time, it's all inside, oh God, what's happening? I look him in the eyes and start moving, my flows help me slide on the skin of his cock, I realize he won't be able to keep holding onto his semen, my cum, I desire that cum inside me.
I swear by God love, my orgasm was still going, I can no longer stop it, his cock is making me turn inside out. I take his head in my hands, wet from sex, look at his eyes imploring him to release his precious liquid, I moan and gasp on his face, bite his lips, bite his neck, dig my nails into his shoulders and start pushing.
And I scream. Give me your cum, give me your cum, you son of a slut, give it to me and yeah, I'm dying, siiiiiii, asiiii, I'm feeling it, aaaaaayyyy. I feel the hot semen shots inside me. And my multiple orgasm enters its climax, the sound of our sex is impressive, two, three, four and more, transforming into a mass of sex that convulses until a permanent tremor.
I scream. I implore, complain, cry, and hug him to melt into one skin. Finally, Antonio got me.
I don't know how much time passes in that interminable convulsion. I know I have inside a sea of semen calming my ardor and slowly extinguishing my inner volcano. I lose my senses for a time I can't determine.
Then, with my vision blurred, I start to see Antonio with peace reflected in his eyes. He gently and delicately caresses my breasts. I stay quiet, feeling my contractions begin. I'm milking everything left of semen from his cock. My vagina sucks his cock like my mouth sucks his tongue and lips, as I squeeze him tight with my arms around him in a strong hug against his breast, with so much semen inside me, I feel like it's getting pregnant, I feel my cervix sucking that tasty liquid, I feel it's pouring semen into my stomach, I feel the head of his cock in my throat and his balls pushing my wet ass cheeks filled with semen and flows.
He takes me by the buttocks and turns me over like a baby, he's inside me, I feel like my vagina is pulsating with such a cock inside, I feel completely that fungus. I feel so impaled and there's so much liquid inside me that I feel it's dripping out of my backside.
I lie on my back. I ask him, I beg him, to move very slowly. I fold my legs on both sides of his body and he curls up above me.
I don't want it to come out, I kiss him softly on the lips. My lips, nipples, vulva are burning, but he makes me enjoy this moment even more. I feel very tired. I ask him to let me stay like this, for him to stay inside me, resting a little while, feeling the sporadic contractions of my vagina that squeeze his cock to extract it completely, now the little pain is soft and bearable.
After a while we sit down to talk a bit. He ordered a bottle of wine by phone from the restaurant. We keep talking about our intimacy and how much we enjoyed it, until the wine arrives. We take other cups, while continuing to talk and caress our bodies. He started to lift herself up and down on him, grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. She didn't need any more stimulation and began to exercise them in earnest. As she increased her bounces and started to approach another orgasm, he leaned forward and took her nipples in his mouth. Then he started sucking hard and leaving bites and sucks. She said it triggered her orgasm and wrapped her arms around his head and hugged him tightly.
As she came down, he reclined and pulled her body onto his. This allowed him to grab her hips and pump towards her while pushing her down on him with force. It was only a minute or two before she screamed that they were coming again.
They stayed for a bit, talking and drinking wine. Andrea tells me that she was waiting for me, imagining I'd be worried, but didn't want to interrupt everything by sending me a message. After a while, Antonio told her to turn around because he wanted to put it in her ass, but she didn't want to because she imagined the pain it could cause and asked him please not to do it. She accepted, but made her get on all fours and he went into her from behind, holding onto her breasts.
She felt the pain again, although less intensely this time, but if she accepted it with more pleasure, she was already getting used to his cock and his cum. Again, he filled her pussy with his cum and they fell asleep. They slept for a bit, I don't know how long.
I woke up and could look at the clock on her phone and see how late it was. She kissed me, thanked me, and ran to the bathroom. After washing herself a little, she put on her dress and heels. Antonio was already dressed and they left the hotel for the restaurant, where Andrea's car was parked. They said goodbye with kisses. She headed home. Antonio followed her closely at that hour because he didn't want her to walk alone in the city.
At that moment, I was lying next to her, caressing her body and making... Tickles on the clitoris while finishing her story. She looked at me to evaluate my reaction. I looked her in the eye and told her I loved her. She leaned over, kissed me, and said she also loved me.
I opened her legs, her lips were swollen and her red and irritated pubic area from the abuse it had received was still releasing semen from her vagina. I easily penetrated her and did it slowly, causing her to make gestures of desperation and cries of madness when my cock was all the way inside. It didn't take more than three thrusts before her legs wrapped around me and I felt a squeeze on my member: another orgasm had arrived in just minutes and she was telling me she couldn't take anymore. I kept pushing, lifting her hips and pressing them against mine, feeling her limp and powerless, knowing she was tired, but I also wanted to be her man that night and continued to try to make her come again. I positioned her face down and penetrated her completely, lifting her hips to see her pulsating bum, couldn't contain myself and put a finger in it, which made her react again.
Then I got on my back and mounted her on top of me, could see her breasts moving rhythmically, her full breasts with bruises, brought them towards me and sucked them hard, then kissed her lips and in that position, with my cock completely inside, I put another finger in her bum almost to the bottom, which accelerated her movements.
Andrea began to shout: That man caught me divine, he caught me tasty
I couldn't take it anymore and let all that accumulated desire go while she was launching an even louder scream than before and fell on top of me.
Although I didn't see her with Antonio, I felt like I was doing it for his description. I must confess that I enjoyed the experience and this would be the first of many times I would go out on dates. I'll try to review some of the most memorable moments in the next installments. Thanks for joining me. On this trip and if you have a moment, I would love to receive comments from some of you.And please, vote for the Story, even if it's Just One Point. Every Point Counts.
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Andrea and I had several long conversations, although she seemed to doubt admitting it, finally telling me that she enjoys sex with a man who is not her partner, and having sex with another person does not mean she feels something for them. I asked her how she came to feel this desire, and she said that when she was starting to awaken sexually, she had read several Penthouse magazines from her father's collection. The section in the magazine that most excited her were letters from readers sharing their experiences. And the readings that most excited her were of couples sharing, where the woman would go out with another man and her partner would wait for her at home or have sex in front of her partner or exchange partners. But to her it didn't seem fair that she could go out, have sex with other men, and I couldn't do the same, besides she was sure I wouldn't be faithful to any woman.
I told her there were risks, that she could fall in love with another man, and if I fell in love with her, that would affect me, just as it could be the reverse. I could fall in love with another woman and she would be the one suffering. She was aware of this, but it was a risk she wanted to take.
I told her that for me, she was a shared person, she had a boyfriend, she had sex with her boyfriend and me. There wouldn't be any change. Andrea said: I want you to be my boyfriend, and I want you to be mine. But for now, we'll keep it hidden from the family. A little later, I ended the relationship with her boyfriend.
Looking at things this way, that didn't mean a greater danger than what I was already taking. until now. The only change was that I had to consider, try out, and attempt to fall in love with Andrea. But at the same time, there was the possibility of another person appearing in my life. For me, an ideal woman at that moment was a girl between 35 and 40 years old, professional, independent, preferably without children, attractive, and sexy. A sometimes difficult combination, but you never know what life has in store for you. At that instant, a 23-year-old girl wasn't my ideal for falling in love and getting married, there was a 17-year age difference between Andrea and me, which didn't bother her, but it did bother me.
So once the rules were clear, I accepted.
During that year, Andrea graduated from medicine and Natalia from odontology. In my country, medical school takes six years and dental school five years. Despite Andrea being a year older than Natalia, they both graduated the same year.
My father, when he was running the construction company, won a contract to build a private hospital in 1994, and as part of the payment and negotiation, he reserved three consulting rooms. Those consulting rooms were rented out, so after some negotiations with the Hospital and its Board of Directors, we reached an agreement to hand over two consulting rooms to Andrea and Natalia. The board demanded that both Andrea and Natalia continue their specialization studies. For Natalia, the situation was quite favorable because the hospital has a Maxillofacial Institute that offers courses and a one-year training program for dentists at a relatively high cost, which Natalia had to apply for. Of course, as Natalia is one of my adopted nieces, I paid for those training courses, as well as the adaptation of the dental consulting room, which also has its own cost. In Andrea's case, it was more economical initially because she took a pediatric specialization at a public university and a public hospital. Andrea was more economical than Natalia's.
The specialization of Andrea took a year and a half. And during that time, she shared her time in the general medicine consultation at the private hospital and her pediatric specialization at the public hospital and public university. So Andrea's time was very limited and she was always tired.
After specialization, Andrea dedicated herself to working at the private hospital and six months later started a Master's degree in Pediatric Neurology that also took place at a public hospital in our city. And that master's degree lasted two years and a half.
I'm telling you all this, especially about the years, because I expected Andrea to go out with several men, and during all that time, she didn't go out with anyone. She only had sex with me. Of course, I went out with several girls, besides having some occasional sex with Natalia (she knew I was in a serious relationship with Andrea and avoided having sex with me, except for emergency cases) and occasionally with María, the mother of the girls. With María, things got complicated a bit, but maybe I'll relate it in some stories.
When I finished my master's degree, Andrea was already 27 years old. Now she had more time and dedicated herself only to her consultation at the private hospital. Things were going well for us. Since Andrea was an independent woman, she spent more time with me, while her parents thought she was at the hospital. So we would return home at night and discuss our days. She told me that doctors and visitors from the hospital were quite flirtatious with her. Even her patients were in love with her (and supposedly, some fathers). I'm telling you that a doctor who directed the Pediatric Surgery Unit was flirting with her.
She said she and Natalia always laughed at the doctors and it was a very fun place to work. She told me about dinner invitations from doctors and how the conversation always seemed Derive to sex.
A night she came home and told me she wanted to talk to me. We sat down and she started telling me that her boss, Antonio, had been flirting a lot with her lately and had even invited her out to dinner several times. He was a man in his mid-40s to 50, average build, nothing spectacular. We talked about it and it excited us to imagine what could happen. He knew she was in a relationship, so we both knew our true reasons for inviting her out. I told her I definitely wanted to have sex with her. She laughed and admitted that it excited her to know another older man was interested. The experience with Matteo had been good for her. That the two of us were who best caught her. I told her to look at herself, and if she really wanted to have sex with that man. She said yes. It became clear that older men had the power to excite her. This, along with the fact that he was her boss, added to the excitement and we had sex for a couple of hours that night, all the time Andrea talking about what she wanted to do and what could happen.
Finally, on that night Andrea decided, with my support, to go out to dinner with Antonio.
We were both excited and thrilled for the next few days. I was very nervous. I knew I wouldn't be there to watch over her and keep her safe like when she had sex with Matteo. What if she got out of control? If she decided not to have sex and that man tried to rape her? What if she started falling in love with him? What if he was better in bed than me? My head was spinning crazy, but it was all part of an agreement we made four years ago, I couldn't say no now. Everything was said and done, and I knew this was a turn for me and I accepted what she wanted so much: To have sex with another man, while I waited at home.
We found a very sexy dress for her to wear on her date. It was a white fitted dress. It was made of a soft material that clung to every curve of her body. It was very short, especially. We bought white high heels for her to wear with it and white very sexy panties. Of course, we had already decided she wouldn't be wearing a bra, but when she put on the dress, we saw that even her underwear showed a little due to the material. I suggested she leave the bra on because her nipple aureola could be clearly observed.
When Friday arrived and she came home to get ready, both of us were very excited and nervous. I watched her getting ready and have to say I'm not sure if it was as sexy as it looked or the situation. But my cock had never been harder than that. The dress barely reached mid-thigh and rode up a bit when she walked in heels. I desperately wanted to throw her down and fuck her right there, but she stopped me. I watched her leave through the door, start her car, and drive off to find another man to screw.
Those hours while she was away were agonizing for me. First you worry about her safety. You think something bad could happen to her. But it calmed me down because that doctor didn't have a reputation for being an aggressive man, rather affable and the comments indicated he was all a gentleman. Then there's the unease of wondering if she's having sex with him right now. Will she be having sex tonight? Maybe the man is shy and it would cost him to take the initiative. I know men like that who get nervous around attractive women, become clumsy, and go home without fucking. They're at a dinner with a woman and all they want to do is talk, and after dinner, each goes their separate way and nothing happens. Or maybe just a kiss and that's it. A first encounter and they leave the sex for next time. That usually happens. And that causes anxiety because you want to know what's happening every instant. It provokes being the invisible man or disguising yourself to be in that place and observe what's happening. It happens. And then there are the jealous feelings one feels.
I tried to stop thinking about things, but it didn't matter what I did, thoughts about what she and Antonio might be doing at that moment kept appearing. Any husband or boyfriend who has experienced this knows what I'm saying. You have all kinds of thoughts in your head and your cock remains hard.
Andrea left at 7:30 pm. I estimated she would be at the restaurant around 8 pm due to traffic and distance. This would be a very long night. I tried to watch TV. And you realize that having over 200 channels can't entertain you. It's 9 pm. And you don't know anything. You change channels. You try to watch an interesting movie, but the image of Andrea and what she might be doing doesn't leave my mind. 9:34 pm. A mini heart attack. A message from Andrea: love I'm fine, everything is perfect, Antonio is a total gentleman. My response is very quick: Ok love, I'm waiting, enjoy your night. Are you at the restaurant?. And Andrea writes back: Yes love, I'm in the bathroom, just retouching a bit. A kiss. I love you.
That message relieved me a bit. At least I knew Andrea was fine. She was at the restaurant and wasn't fucking. I continued with that Chinese torture, waiting for a new message. A message is like finding an oasis in the desert. You wait and wait. The minutes pass very slowly. You think the Theory of Relativity makes sense. Everything is very L E N T O O O. It's desperate and exciting at the same time.
It's now 10:21 pm. Another message from Andrea. Another mini heart attack. In those microseconds, you think about what she might be doing. You know that when you read the message, you'll maybe get a definition of what you should expect: Hi love. We're going somewhere else. I'm leaving my car at the restaurant. What place? Where are they going? It's like another ice cream shop? A disco? Where? It makes you want to call and ask her where she's going. But you don't. You don't want to be invasive. And I only answer: “Ok love, be careful, I love you”. There is no response from Andrea.
I look at the clock. 11:00 pm. No message. I keep trying to watch TV and it's complicated. Nothing can distract me. What a horrible and exciting feeling not knowing where your partner is at that moment and what they'll be doing. Will they be in a hotel? Will they be screwing? What will they be doing?
It's midnight. Almost two hours since their last message. I'm still uncertain. I look out the window several times onto the street, hoping to see Andrea's car arrive home. But nothing. And I can't call her or send any messages. That's the agreement. But it provokes me. You look at your phone and check if it's on, if it has signal. Everything normal, everything okay. But no message arrives.
Now it's 1:00 am. Almost three hours have passed since they wrote to me. What can I think? That with great probability they're screwing that man. It's agony not knowing for sure. I try to sleep but it's impossible. I have mixed feelings. I want Andrea not to be screwed by that man, but at the same time I do. I'm fulfilling a desire and fantasy of Andrea's. The truth is that Andrea drags me into her world, but at the same time it's very exciting. My cock doesn't stop being hard. It provokes me to masturbate, but I have to wait for Andrea. Nothing entertains me. I can't read. I can't watch anything on TV. Just occasionally glance at Twitter and nothing more.
Finally, I hear Andrea's car entering the parking lot of our house. I hear her heels and then her key in the door. I looked at the clock and it was 3:12 am. When she entered with a smile on her face, leaned against the wall near the door, disheveled, almost without makeup, and I knew they had caught her. She seemed happy when she came closer to me and took her in my arms.
Tell me, did you get caught?... Did you do it?, - I asked.
She smiled and lowered her head, then looked at me with her eyes. Yes, she whispered, possibly expecting a reaction. I just I felt my head buzzing and my cock getting harder. “Please tell me” Let's go to the bedroom, - she said while taking my hand. When we arrived at the bedroom, she pushed me towards the bed. Then, as she slowly took off her white dress, I saw bites and suck marks on her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra anymore either. She told me she had taken them off in the car before arriving because they were soaked with semen. As she got into bed, she undressed, grabbed my cock and started telling me everything about her night. She said that he was waiting for her at the restaurant, that place has special booths where you can eat without being seen by other people. When she saw him, he didn't stop complimenting her and saying how beautiful she looked in her dress. He then ordered a bottle of wine and they started talking about how she felt in the Pediatric Unit, which he directs. She told me that Andrea loved her job and that the comments about her professional performance were positive. That he was happy to be able to help her. Then they talked about Antonio's private life. He had been married until a few years ago but divorced when his ex-wife left him for another man. He lived alone in a big house and hoped she could visit it someday. They ordered dinner. He offered her wine several times, which helped her relax and calm down a bit. She started noticing that he was looking at her breasts and that began to excite her. Her nipples were always hard and since the dress was thin and caressed her breasts so well; I could see them perfectly, just like the small bumps of her areola. She said they flirted throughout dinner and when they finished, there was definitely a sexual tension in the air. She said she was getting excited knowing that this older man was trying to seduce her with the possibility that It could lead to sex. Little did he know that she wouldn't have accepted the date if he hadn't been planning a quickie. He excused himself to go to the bathroom and refresh himself. At that moment, I took advantage and sent him a message. He said he retouched his makeup, added another layer of lip gloss, and then looked down and saw his nipples in the mirror. Then he slid his hands into his dress and adjusted them so they would protrude more. When he left the bathroom, they finished off the bottle of wine. Antonio proposed going to the bar at the restaurant. She asked if it wouldn't bother him if people saw them together since he was the head of the unit. It didn't matter. So they went to the bar, where there was live music and a lot of people. They approached the bar and a man gave up his spot. There, they changed drinks and ordered whiskey. They kept talking, but as Andrea sat down and Antonio stood up, he wouldn't stop touching her legs in a careless way. Sometimes he would put his hand on her thigh and leave it there for minutes while approaching to talk due to the intense music noise.
For you and those who have seen some photos of Andrea, it's very easy to put ourselves in Antonio's place. Imagine being a 50-year-old divorced man with a 27-year-old super hot girl dressed to please and ready for sex. I bet he had never had anything so good before.
At one of those moments, Antonio told her she was very beautiful. That since the first day he saw her at the hospital, he was dazzled by her. He found out who she was. Then he was happy that she specialized in pediatrics because that could allow her to be in that unit and be close to him. When Andrea finished her specialization, he tried to approach her, but she was always busy with her master's degree and consultations.
He was happy when she finished her master's degree and now they could work together. He wanted to help her and teach her everything he had learned. Andrea said... He thanked everything he had done so far for her. He knew he was doing his best to teach her and that he also liked her a lot. He tried to get closer to kiss her, but Andrea stopped him. She got up and once she was standing, she approached him, almost touching his body, then stretched out and wrapped her arms around his neck. She leaned in and kissed him softly. Then she stepped back and looked at him for a moment. She came closer again and this time they gave each other another kiss.
He said the sexual tension was very high and he enjoyed taking control. When he started talking, she grabbed his head and pulled him towards her to give him another kiss. This time she opened her mouth and slid her tongue into his. Then she wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him tightly as the kiss became hotter and more intense.
He came up to her ear and told her he wanted to screw her. Andrea said she also wanted him to take her and asked him to go to a hotel. Antonio paid the bill and they left in Antonio's car, leaving Andrea's car at the restaurant. At that moment it was 10:21 pm, which is when Andrea took the opportunity to write me to tell me they were going somewhere else.
When they arrived at the motel, Antonio paid for the room and immediately they went in. He came closer to kiss her again. Andrea could feel his hardness pressed against her and felt great. She moved her hands towards him and started rubbing her back through the dress's satin. Antonio was moaning. His hands traveled down to the dress straps, slid underneath, and then moved up until he took her lovely backside with both hands. When he did this, it was his turn to moan. She said she pulled him towards her with force and felt his cock pressed against her stomach and knew Antonio was going to screw her that night.
As he told me all this, he had his hand wrapped around my cock and pumping it up and down. I was so close to the edge. That I had to make it slow down or he would make me download the semen content. She laughed at that and continued her story.
She stepped away from him and shook her head to clarify. Andrea took advantage of the moment to slide up the top of her dress and remove her bra. Her breasts were exposed. Antonio looked in amazement at those beautiful breasts and went back to looking at her, raising his eyebrows as if silently asking for permission to touch them. She looked at her hard nipples and then leaned back, arching her back as if inviting him to play. She moved her hands up and slowly passed her palms lightly over her nipples, sending shivers through her body. This made them stand out even more. She said she involuntarily let out a small muffled cry and a moan. He told her that they were the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. Something you readers who have seen Andrea's breasts can understand what Antonio meant.
Then he grabbed them and started to squeeze and suck them. Just when he began to slide his hands down her dress to put his hands on them, she shook her head and stepped away from him. Then she looked at him with her eyes while sliding the dress off her body and letting it fall to the floor, showing her body. She said that the situation was so intense, standing there showing her naked body to her boss.
This was enough to push him over the edge and he growled as he lifted her up and took her to the bed. She said she was so animal-like that a man would basically take her. He put her on the bed, stepped away, and started to undress himself. She told me that his cock was so hard it was pointing at the ceiling. While she was telling this story, mine was also hard like steel.
I asked how Antonio's cock was and Andrea told me that he had a cock that was probably medium-sized but quite thick. And that it had a head that looked like a mushroom.
She slid... until the edge of the bed and drew him towards her. She grabbed his cock and took it to her mouth. After several licks, she took it completely in her warm and wet mouth and he moaned while doing so.
After that, he pushed her onto the bed. As he was placing himself on top of her, she opened her legs and drew him towards her. He removed her white panties immediately and began to lick and suck her vagina and clitoris.
As I listened to this, I couldn't take it anymore, I rolled over onto her back and put my fingers in her vagina. Although it had been a few minutes since I had screwed her, her pussy felt different, it was completely open, seemed a little swollen, extremely wet, and you could see it, like when she was relaxed, Antonio's semen began to come out.
She whispered in my ear: Do you want me to tell you everything about love?
Yes, my love, please tell me everything
Listen carefully, my cock. Listen carefully. I feel for the first time like Antonio is sucking my pussy. I get frenzied, can't take it anymore!!! and explode in an orgasm that seems never to end. I scream like a madwoman, complain, and shake with more force out of control. Only a couple of minutes had passed and I had already exploded in a intense orgasm due to the contained desires. It's so intense that I'm still having spasmodic contractions. I take him out of my legs and ask him to sit on the bed. That medium-sized but very stubborn cock pointing towards the ceiling excites me. The lips of my vulva make noise with their juices when I pass that purple mushroom for it to lubricate and not hurt me. I feel like my juices are dripping between my thighs. I feel the smell of my sex, his, and I eroticize to the point where I want to let myself fall and get stuck even if it kills me inside. I'm totally crazy.
I leave his cock head at the entrance of my pussy. I feel like it's starting to open up, that brutal stake that separates the lips of my vulva and begins to penetrating me hurts a little, I'm holding my body to not keep going down, but I'm dying to feel it totally inside of me. I take him by the nape to make him not use too much force to maintain his horizontal body, that made me drop a couple of centimeters with impact, oh my God! I feel full, I can't move. I start feeling spasmodic tremors that I can't control. His hands on my nipples drive me totally crazy. I can't hold back the orgasm, it's about to escape. Sounds come out of my mouth that I don't provoke or can't control.
I complain because it hurts. I look down ¡¡¡ God have mercy !!! Just as his head enters, we won't be able to, aaaayyyyy, my vagina starts to pump an immense orgasm, I scream like a madwoman because I feel too much fluid coming out that lubricates and the tremors take away my strength, my legs give way, I feel myself getting screwed more and more, without wanting it, I try to go slow love, but can't stop the penetration, my orgasm won't stop.
¡¡¡ I feel like dying, it's so rich !!! He takes hold of my shoulders to stand up and kiss my nipples, this accelerates the penetration process. It's unstoppable. It hurts but I like it with madness, I grab my buttocks with my hands and spread them open to see if it hurts a little less, it's worse because the penetration speeds up and I scream because it hurts and because I feel impaled, because I like it, because I go crazy. I'm so open-legged that I feel his testicles starting to rub against my buttocks, it excites me so much, I let myself go completely, relax my legs that were holding me up and feel his monstrous head that looks like a fungus keeps inexorably opening me up ¡¡¡ It seems like it won't ever stop entering, for God's sake !!! I can't take it, it's like a hot sword that pierces me, my ears are buzzing, I start feeling an orgasm, that mixture of fluid from the orgasm softens the pain, I stay still just for a few seconds, feel his cock pulsating inside me, I am I'm sure nothing else goes in, I hug him tight and put his face between my breasts, I'm all wet, with my hair stuck to my skin, I feel like my vagina is still exploding from his orgasm, this drives me crazy, I cross my legs behind his back, penetration becomes total, I feel that fungus touching my cervix for the first time, it's all inside, oh God, what's happening? I look him in the eyes and start moving, my flows help me slide on the skin of his cock, I realize he won't be able to keep holding onto his semen, my cum, I desire that cum inside me.
I swear by God love, my orgasm was still going, I can no longer stop it, his cock is making me turn inside out. I take his head in my hands, wet from sex, look at his eyes imploring him to release his precious liquid, I moan and gasp on his face, bite his lips, bite his neck, dig my nails into his shoulders and start pushing.
And I scream. Give me your cum, give me your cum, you son of a slut, give it to me and yeah, I'm dying, siiiiiii, asiiii, I'm feeling it, aaaaaayyyy. I feel the hot semen shots inside me. And my multiple orgasm enters its climax, the sound of our sex is impressive, two, three, four and more, transforming into a mass of sex that convulses until a permanent tremor.
I scream. I implore, complain, cry, and hug him to melt into one skin. Finally, Antonio got me.
I don't know how much time passes in that interminable convulsion. I know I have inside a sea of semen calming my ardor and slowly extinguishing my inner volcano. I lose my senses for a time I can't determine.
Then, with my vision blurred, I start to see Antonio with peace reflected in his eyes. He gently and delicately caresses my breasts. I stay quiet, feeling my contractions begin. I'm milking everything left of semen from his cock. My vagina sucks his cock like my mouth sucks his tongue and lips, as I squeeze him tight with my arms around him in a strong hug against his breast, with so much semen inside me, I feel like it's getting pregnant, I feel my cervix sucking that tasty liquid, I feel it's pouring semen into my stomach, I feel the head of his cock in my throat and his balls pushing my wet ass cheeks filled with semen and flows.
He takes me by the buttocks and turns me over like a baby, he's inside me, I feel like my vagina is pulsating with such a cock inside, I feel completely that fungus. I feel so impaled and there's so much liquid inside me that I feel it's dripping out of my backside.
I lie on my back. I ask him, I beg him, to move very slowly. I fold my legs on both sides of his body and he curls up above me.
I don't want it to come out, I kiss him softly on the lips. My lips, nipples, vulva are burning, but he makes me enjoy this moment even more. I feel very tired. I ask him to let me stay like this, for him to stay inside me, resting a little while, feeling the sporadic contractions of my vagina that squeeze his cock to extract it completely, now the little pain is soft and bearable.
After a while we sit down to talk a bit. He ordered a bottle of wine by phone from the restaurant. We keep talking about our intimacy and how much we enjoyed it, until the wine arrives. We take other cups, while continuing to talk and caress our bodies. He started to lift herself up and down on him, grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. She didn't need any more stimulation and began to exercise them in earnest. As she increased her bounces and started to approach another orgasm, he leaned forward and took her nipples in his mouth. Then he started sucking hard and leaving bites and sucks. She said it triggered her orgasm and wrapped her arms around his head and hugged him tightly.
As she came down, he reclined and pulled her body onto his. This allowed him to grab her hips and pump towards her while pushing her down on him with force. It was only a minute or two before she screamed that they were coming again.
They stayed for a bit, talking and drinking wine. Andrea tells me that she was waiting for me, imagining I'd be worried, but didn't want to interrupt everything by sending me a message. After a while, Antonio told her to turn around because he wanted to put it in her ass, but she didn't want to because she imagined the pain it could cause and asked him please not to do it. She accepted, but made her get on all fours and he went into her from behind, holding onto her breasts.
She felt the pain again, although less intensely this time, but if she accepted it with more pleasure, she was already getting used to his cock and his cum. Again, he filled her pussy with his cum and they fell asleep. They slept for a bit, I don't know how long.
I woke up and could look at the clock on her phone and see how late it was. She kissed me, thanked me, and ran to the bathroom. After washing herself a little, she put on her dress and heels. Antonio was already dressed and they left the hotel for the restaurant, where Andrea's car was parked. They said goodbye with kisses. She headed home. Antonio followed her closely at that hour because he didn't want her to walk alone in the city.
At that moment, I was lying next to her, caressing her body and making... Tickles on the clitoris while finishing her story. She looked at me to evaluate my reaction. I looked her in the eye and told her I loved her. She leaned over, kissed me, and said she also loved me.
I opened her legs, her lips were swollen and her red and irritated pubic area from the abuse it had received was still releasing semen from her vagina. I easily penetrated her and did it slowly, causing her to make gestures of desperation and cries of madness when my cock was all the way inside. It didn't take more than three thrusts before her legs wrapped around me and I felt a squeeze on my member: another orgasm had arrived in just minutes and she was telling me she couldn't take anymore. I kept pushing, lifting her hips and pressing them against mine, feeling her limp and powerless, knowing she was tired, but I also wanted to be her man that night and continued to try to make her come again. I positioned her face down and penetrated her completely, lifting her hips to see her pulsating bum, couldn't contain myself and put a finger in it, which made her react again.
Then I got on my back and mounted her on top of me, could see her breasts moving rhythmically, her full breasts with bruises, brought them towards me and sucked them hard, then kissed her lips and in that position, with my cock completely inside, I put another finger in her bum almost to the bottom, which accelerated her movements.
Andrea began to shout: That man caught me divine, he caught me tasty
I couldn't take it anymore and let all that accumulated desire go while she was launching an even louder scream than before and fell on top of me.
Although I didn't see her with Antonio, I felt like I was doing it for his description. I must confess that I enjoyed the experience and this would be the first of many times I would go out on dates. I'll try to review some of the most memorable moments in the next installments. Thanks for joining me. On this trip and if you have a moment, I would love to receive comments from some of you.And please, vote for the Story, even if it's Just One Point. Every Point Counts.
Notes:
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