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Sexy Sophies 2: Blonde Zosh Blush: Ola KnowsSexy Sophie is still wet from our mutual cum, which is dripping down her silken thighs, when her dear Doddie Ola comes back from shopping for breakfast with fresh bacon, bread, butter, cheese, eggs, milk, tomatoes & some salad and yoghurt from the farmer next to them in the tiny village at a small lake called ‘Gawlik’, the most Northern one in Poland. Zosia once even used ‘Ola Gawlik’ as a pseudonym for some precious publication in ‘Playboy Polska’, when she was under exclusive contract at some posher paper for intellectuals. Shy sexy sweet Sophie searches for her big blue bathrobe, but she can not hide her burning blushes! Ola has an eye for small things like that, like her mommy journalist, who never will miss a telling detail.Sexy Sophie is laying our table outside on the veranda. Ola is less shy, than the day we arrived. She drops her shorts and takes off her shirt to sunbath at the slopy lawn a bit till breakfast served. She eye-winks at me. With a few gestures in the moments her hot mom is inside, she shows me, she exactly knows what we just did! I lick first my fingers, next my lips, to confirm her guesses of our procedures, after we waved her out, bent a bit across the veranda railing. I imagine she would love to be bent across it by me and have her eenie-mini bikini brutally teared to down to her knees in order expose her sexy hairy wet slit to me. karabük escort Probably she has – just like her Mom – already swollen love-lips from excitement, only by the idea it might even happen to her! Who knows? Maybe even very soon?Awesome Ola licks her lips as an answer. She waits till Sophie gets inside to make us three some fried eggs with bacon, cheese and tomatoes, probably some salad as well, so she’ll be busy for a five or ten minutes of free body-talk between the two of us. Ola grabs her occasion to show her immediate intimate interests & intensions to me. She quickly gets up, turns around, pulls her bikini-slip down to her knees and bends over, while she looks at me over her right shoulder, her long tongue licking and lapping in the air. My smile tells her I get the message and invitation. I gesture to the tent building in my shorts, to suggest she might not have to wait too long for her turn for long lessons in love and lust, while warmed Mom watches over us and her dearest doddie’s sexual safety and hot health.Sexy Sophie arrives with the plates, pan and slices of bread, so we run for the table and attack. As for me, I can use some extra proteines, if I want to keep both happily horny and sexily satisfied for the rest of our warm weekend, which tries to turn hot & horny. Ola muches as if she is also starved from ferocious fornication. With her mouth half-full, she tries to escort karabük turn our talk in the direction she wants:”You know Mom, I can keep secrets, as girls do among themselves.” Soph chews on, only lifts brows.”Com’on Mom, I can figure out why your head was so red in the only ten to fifteen minutes I was gone!You know, I AM still a virgin down there, but not here!” With her fork she points to her hot head.Soph swallows. Tries the trick of prudery as she’s used to, unable to talk sex openly. Especially with a fresh foxy secret lusty lover in eye-sight and ‘ear-hear’: “Do not embarrass our guest Peter here, my dear!” she snaps.Ola looks from her back to me and lifts her eye-brows. Now it’s her turn!? I like to spice up our meal & talk! …”Sweet Soph, can you hand me the pepper, please? — By the way, I think Ola’s right. She is almost eighteen and at least as clear in her head as you at that age.And probably a lot less prude than you still are, precious Pearl-Princess! As a Philosopher, I would like to add, that in serious talksit is very disrespectfull not to take the other one seriously! Sorry for free Preaching, already on Saturday-morning. Anyway, gives us an excuse to skip Mass tomorrow morning?Ever attended any service in a local church up here in the North? Are they also mostly Catholic, or lots of Orthodox, who fled from former Polish territory in the East at the end of the war? karabük escort bayan I guess people didn’t migrate much from here after that, so probably still speak some heavy Ukrainian dialekt with more Russian slang than ‘nowoczesna Polszczyzna’.How about that farmer family next-door, Ola? Do you know where they’re from?”Ola shaks her head, mouth full. Munches. Chews. Swallows. “No ‘green idea'” as we say in Polish slang.”You Mom? Do you have an ear for local Polish accents? I only recognize Góralski (mountain-Polish, more similar to Slovakian at the Southern side of the Tatras) and Slaska gwara (Silesian tongue, all the way along the border with Czechia).” “I guess that our farmers folks keep some sheep and cows here for many generations!They survived wars and starvation by being smart and not share their stocks hidden in stashes below floors in barns and stables, where their men also hid at times, to avoid conscription by any army, be it Polish, German or Russian troops who conquer them. They don’t believe in any ‘-isms’ as do people, who watch television. Only in keeping their hundred acres with veggies and some corn for their cattle.” I smile to them and inwardly to myself: #1: Potential Mom-Dod conflict defused.#2: Probability of corny talks after breakfast high. #3: Propose to openly discuss any sexy plans for three!———————————————————————————————————————————————Composed & COPYRIGHTed by Erotics Professor Poet-PETER alias petdyke for lesbian friends, old Baltic Harbour in Amsterdamd.d. Monday October sexy sunny sixteenth, twothousand s*******n

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