Actually, he just got round to groping my tits twice.
The first day, playing on the water
The second one, after spreading sunlotion over my back and legs
He got mixed feelings:
- I could be your father...
- Yes, you could...
I kissed him.
- You are a good man, Pablo. Too good for me.
When I stayed to sleep at night at their home, I used to wear just a thin and loose white tshirt, braless. He was always stealing glances of my pookies and downblouses. It was a little game between us, infront of his wife. She was not at ease with it, but never said anything.
Nevertheless, she eventually fired me after a neighbour told her that I had spent a whole day suntanning topless on their backyard while they were at work.
Last year, I turned him up, and we had a coffee. They were still married, but he asked me my phone number. I didn't gave it, but I noted down his.
Now he is an old, fat, bald and sweaty man, but we had that story... Maybe I call him, we could go to the river again.
I didn't like his wife. 15 years later, now I could fuck his 55 years old husband and also his 20 years old son.
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