MaïI wake up thinking about my class this morning. I have to be on time to take fifteen minutes to review a bit. I want to get eighteen points on my grade. I'll wash up and get dressed to go down and eat before leaving. My parents have already had theirs. They're ready to go to work.- Good morning, my dear. Good luck with your assignment.- Thank you, Mom.- I forgot to tell you that your cousin is coming to live with us for the holidays. He'll be here tomorrow. So try to be nice to him.- Okay, Mom, but where is he from?- He's from Ivory Coast.- From home? He must be a real villager.- Watch your language, little one.- But Mom, it's true! I'm sure he doesn't even know how to dress, a real villager.- Well, my dear, have a good day.- Have a good day, Mom. And Dad?- He's already left.I grab an apple before going to get my car to go to school.I'm at an excellent institution attended by children from wealthy families. We are now French of Ivorian origin.Since I was born, we hav
Aimé- You seem to have forgotten something: we have cameras all over the house. I was able to see you sneak into her room at night through those cameras. Can you explain that to me? He stands there, not knowing what to say. He scratches his head.- I... Uh...- You see? You don't know what to say, get out, we’ll meet at the office tomorrow morning. But I don’t want to see you here again. Go get yourself an apartment. He left with his tail between his legs. I am happy; his father put him in his place. Once he left, I turned to my husband to kiss him passionately: - Thank you so much, my dear, thank you for believing me. I was so afraid you would doubt my word. - I know you are a sincere woman with values, I love you so much, my darling. I know you love me, and that is enough for me. We made love there, in his office; for a man of his age, he is sexually fulfilling. His tool is so big; when I saw it for the first time, I almost fainted. Damn, luckily I wasn't a virgin anymore; o
Aiméa hand that is not my husband's.- Who's there? Answer or I'll scream.- I see you like to scream a lot.- Mark?I sit up quickly.- But what are you doing in my room?- I came to keep you company. You looked so sad after your husband left. I came to warm up your bed a little.- Don't you dare come near me, how did you get into my room? Everything was locked.- Yes, I know, I joyfully opened the doors. When I saw you lying there in that nightgown, you are so beautiful!He moves closer to me.MarkSince my father announced his trip, I was happy, I had been waiting for this moment, she is so beautiful! I want her, it’s terribly frustrating for me to see that she does everything to avoid me. This is the perfect opportunity for me to have her tonight, and I have no intention of letting her slip through my fingers.- Let me show you that I can give you more pleasure than your husband.I prefer to say: her husband rather than: my father because thinking about him makes me feel a bit gu
Mark He was not going to smile so broadly. We sit down at the table. My dear mother-in-law is younger than me, and I hope I won’t have to call her “mom”! She sits to the left of my father, and I sit to her right. Earlier, I saw the little dress she’s wearing; it’s quite short. I’m sure that if I bend down now, I could catch a glimpse of her little panties. That’s a good idea! We start eating. I deliberately drop my napkin. I lean down to pick it up, taking the opportunity to look under her dress, which has hiked up nicely. I look at her long leg and her well-exposed thighs; damn, I can’t see her little panties. What bad luck! We finish our meal, and my father decides to go finish a file in his office: - You two, I’ll leave you to get to know each other better; I have work waiting for me. - Okay, Dad, I’d be happy to get to know her better. Yes, much better; she must be really hot underneath. Hmm… - Actually, I don’t even know what to call you. - What if we start
MarkI just returned from a trip of over five years. I was abroad for my studies, my name is Mark and I am twenty-five years old. I am returning to my country to take the reins of the family business. My father, aged fifty-two, is a very handsome man; he just married a young woman who is two years my junior six months ago. I do not believe she is in love with him. All I care about is my father's money. A woman so young and beautiful cannot fall in love with my father; he is too old for her. I am on my jet and thinking about my mother who left too soon. She was so beautiful. My father has every right to live his life, but not with a woman so young! I have decided to show my father that this woman is only interested in his money. To achieve this, I need to seduce her; when she succumbs to my charm, my father will see for himself how she is not worthy. I have just arrived, I get off the jet, my driver is waiting to take me home. I know my father is eagerly waiting for me. I am the ap
Manuel He's very excited and it galvanizes me even more to see that he appreciates what he sees. And since his head was buried in the bed, she couldn't move much and her body was trapped beneath mine, while I see my brother turning the key in the lock to release her. In a split second, our eyes meet, his are feverish, a sign that he is very excited, and I was even more so, especially since he didn't reproach me for anything. But I'm sure that would come later, when we're alone. He starts to caress his crotch through his pants, then he approaches us, undressing. I continue to penetrate her slowly. What do you want to do?I caress her head, whispering in her ear: - We're going to give you more pleasure than you've ever had. Don't you want two handsome guys all to yourself, hmm?- Hmm...- Can you imagine everything you'll feel with both of us inside you? You want it, don't you?- Oh, yes, yes.- We're going to love you like you've never been loved before. And you're going to enjoy it.