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.
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.