I'm Jorge, married to Regina for about seven years.We've always had a great life thanks to my job and my wife's wealthy family.I met Regina at a high-society party, and it was love at first sight.We dated for about three years, got engaged, and married soon after. I'm now 49 and she's 42.We've always traveled a lot, and one thing we'd never done before was watch a World Cup.
I continued my freelance work, but our unstable economy, thanks to our "excellent political class," means companies are cutting exactly what can be cut: consulting services. So I ended up idle most of my time, and staying home without work only created friction with my wife. It was during this low point that, one day, talking to a good friend of mine, he extended an invitation:
At ninety years of age, Valtencir lay in bed in his room, knocked out by cancer. The old man simply awaited Death's comforting embrace.And then, one night, Death appeared.Death, wearing his usual outfit, consisting of a scythe in his left hand and a tunic as black as the night sky, entered the room without knocking.
We grew up together for most of our childhood and adolescence, until my uncle retired and moved to a town in the interior of Rio de Janeiro. We always tried to keep in touch, but it wasn't the same.A year and a half after the move, my parents talked to my uncles and decided that Augusto and I would spend the holidays at their house. We were very happy because it was a beach area and we would spend more time with Ryan.
My final year of high school had just begun, and the whole class was getting ready for the entrance exams, with classes in the morning and prep school at night. The afternoon was the only time I had for leisure activities. As the weekend approached, we'd leave the prep school and go drinking at a friend's house or even on the street, the traditional vodka and Schweppes.
My name is Luciana and I am 55 years old. I have large, robust breasts, a little belly but nothing protruding, proportional to my age, and a wide, greedy, and hairy pussy—a characteristic I've adopted because men go crazy when they see it.The event occurred in the countryside where we lived. My mother became pregnant by a Black man she met and had a relationship with, during which I was conceived. After that, he disappeared, and I never met him. I was born very fair-skinned; I didn't inherit my father's lineage because my mother is very white. As the years passed, my mother married a dark-skinned man, they started a family, and so my brothers and sisters were born. Everything was going smoothly; my mother at her job, he at his job, and that's how we lived—not in luxury, but lacking nothing.
Hey, my name is Lucas, I'm 28 years old, and I grew up in a liberal family like no other. In this liberal family, things happen openly, without taboos, and sex is a natural part of our adult life. It all started when I was younger, but it wasn't until I was an adult that I fully embraced this pleasurable madness. My mom, Carla, is 48, has incredible curves, and a naughty mind; my dad, Marcos, 50, is the kind who loves to see us having fun; and my sister, Ana, 26, is a hottie with an ass that drives me crazy. In a liberal family like this, an ordinary night can turn into an unforgettable fuck, and that's exactly what happened at the last family gathering.
A girl like me would never enter a place like that, but its lights, decor, and mystery tempted me every afternoon. I work in a mall, and as I was leaving my shift, I noticed a neon sign at the end of the aisle that said Sex Shop. Of course, I know what it is, but I'd never been in one before, and my curiosity grew day by day.
My final year of high school had just begun, and the whole class was getting ready for the entrance exams, with classes in the morning and prep school at night. The afternoon was the only time I had for leisure activities. As the weekend approached, we'd leave the prep school and go drinking at a friend's house or even on the street, the traditional vodka and Schweppes.
My boyfriend decided to have a night owl party with his friends. He took advantage of his parents' trip and arranged for everyone to bring their computers and play games all night. Coincidentally, it was the weekend I was there too. He asked if it was okay, and I promptly said no. I knew his friends and always enjoyed watching them having fun.On Saturday, it was still 8 p.m., but the lights were all off. The five of them were in the kitchen screaming and laughing, and I was in the bedroom watching TV. Some time later, I decided to go to the kitchen and watch their game. I sat next to my boyfriend, and we stayed there for a few minutes. We always like to do things in public, so I knew I had the freedom to do what I did at the time.