Baby boy riding daddy like a good little slut

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Daphne was like most Greek girls - almost like that Tall statuesque with a split mouth brilliant black hair Only his eyes were unusual in this region with a greenish little freckled pretty and smart face (It is a mystery that the Daughters of Greece these beautiful creatures the cariatydes of manliness how and when they turn into Black little old women with bent backs for whom one can not imagine that they once entwined men in a happy trance) - Oh Daphne He was our guide and he diligently accompanied us to Epidaurus Delphi Corinth and told us of the world's navel Pythia thermophel heroes and Gallipoli and in the evening he put aside his beautiful black head as we ate the Suvlaki mussaka or the Gyros which we then profusely watered with the fine resin - flavoured Greek wines It was a very attractive phenomenon: the men of the group tried to woo her in silence or openly accompanied by the angry glances of the women with hissing remarks
Daphne was not a flirt or rather a provocative skirt and she showed little of her fine thighs Her blouses were tighter than most of our group but in vain: they could not hide her beautiful breasts Everyone was at the morning coffee or the evening at the welcome cocktail-everyone the uncle of the göthös Cathedral* the ex-tête-à-tête-à-tête-à-tête-à-tête-à-tête-à-tête-à-tête-à-tête-à-tête as well as the chief of customs at the snaidig Everyone watched where she could drift beside her on which endless staircase she could breathe watching Daphne's beautiful legs as they rose and Rose ringing the bell beneath her skirt Evening ouzo therapy and drinking wine has already made the unscrupulous person try to caress her or touch her just like the good people in my country play the caricature of courtship He did not take it very seriously and with professional certainty he moved from his round knees from his shapely waist the male-breeders about to rest
Some of the group who spoke English and German have been hanging on to him all day Me too I have profoundly dreaded every art history English and German scintillating and I have done everything and everything to impress him and not unsuccessfully Soon I was sitting next to him at the cicerone meeting and when he turned back and explained to the others he put his aristocratic hand by accident on my thigh Oh my god My heart was racing to this touch or when she turned around and her breasts were rubbing against my arm "In a few days my initial affections were soon transformed into longing then adoration and then into a violent digressive and wild passion" In my heightened state of mind I began to remember Greek words by the dozen Greek phrases by the dozen and when Daphne spoke to me in her native tongue I began to understand them History Hellenic culinary arts mythology: every minute he told me about geology ESO esoteric themes I told her a lot
I once decided to take her laurels (for Daphne had turned into a laurel tree fleeing from Apollo in the mythological story) so I climbed up the cliff wall above Elesis (My brain automatically registered the type of dark stuffed crystalline stone encrusted in space It's gabbro plagiarism and pyroxen crystals Deep core rock Just like basalt If we don't get hit by the Solti docent on Basaltorgonas and field trips by the quarter I'm not gonna make it down alive I climbed while it was 36 degrees in the shade and the others were eating lunch in the trellis I was barely down before the group finished their feast in an hour and a half
Daphne's been looking for you for a long time He looked where I was with his eyes closed and his eyes closed for he could see where I was going from the corner of his eye while he was organizing the folklore after lunch I was sweaty so full of scratches and so thirsty that I could not speak with my swollen throat but stretched out to him the blooming Laurel which I had plucked from a height of 50 meters My eyes were still dazzled by the White Rocks the extremely strong sun the colour of gold I also saw as gold a tear that had come out of his eyes with happiness as he whispered to me what I would not do for you?
They say Sunnion Cape is one of the most beautiful places in the world There that night he allowed me to lay my hands on his body for the first time Oh you miserable loveless creatures who in their daily pursuit have forgotten to love what do you know what it's like what an unearthly feeling when a lady first shows her willingness I caressed her while the others watched the famous Sunset We were in the bus in the deserted parking lot after the double S - turn We were surrounded by the thickening Twilight listening to the crickets()

 

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