Moro. One day -and I already knew that her mother was diabetic, and suffered an old stroke, that rendered her completely bedridden- she asked me with a huge embarrassment if I could have a look on her mother as she had a gluteal abscess. I, suddenly, leaned forward, and sucked her lips hard in a very passionate and deep kiss, that it was hard to breathe near its end. grabbed a cookie, saying cheerfully, “As much as it is hugely sexy, and seductive, thinking of where it had been for the last four minutes.” I gazed at her cleavage for a moment. She smiled back in sincere gratitude. “For the same reasons you were criticizing me, and for fulfilling your -sure outraging- needs.”
I, once again, imitated her words, saying: “Here I am, chatting with you, complaining to you, telling you what bothered me, only the last two are missing-out!”
She gazed upon me, and we stared into each other’s eyes for a few minutes, then she got up, I saw her checking on her mother, she returned and
