A powder mourning

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began treatment of his disease and gave moral support to his wife Ofelia and everything was positive The cpmpadre not improve or respond to treatment and he begins to worsen, but there always Ofelia my friend’s wife. Slowly I became the right arm of Ofelia and were going in all directions. Sometimes Ofelia told me when she could ” we were going

buddy “.. I must say that I was just compadre’s husband Ofelia El compadre became more ill and in two months I was convinced that there was no solution for the one night I He was arrecostado when the wife of my friend called me and told me ” already was “.. in other words I confirmed that the compadre had died Accompany Ofelia to the hospital for her to sign legal papers and other things I remain all arranged for compadre and Aocmpañe funeral Ophelia until the last moment when he told me to accompany her to her house and she was tired. He made coffee and chatted while we shook the coffee. I was looking for him to hold her and I held her and felt that great body of woman that I wore contact her horny. ” This is not the time ” I was saying to myself. His black media and black clothes made her look very sexy in my eyes or maybe I was thinking surpassing me wrong. I said I was not and that she would go to dormer at least half an hour. Look who entered his room, but not closed the door to his room and listen when his body was gone to bed, but could not see him. Wait twenty minutes I approached the open door of his room and slept with Ophelia mourning clothes on, but those media that covered her legs looked very tempting. Think a little and I was saying ” Hey … we are alone, no one is with us&quot ;. I wore knee and stared at her pretty caraita and it said ” You Ofelia widow, widow&quot ;. Do not hold the temptation and kiss his lips brushing mine with hers and Ofelia woke and scared, but that was it and I was saying ” we were gone and life will not be the same without him&quot ;. I became melancholy and inadvertently take my hand to their waists and the cariciaba and I said nothing. Ofelia understood, but as usual, and she would open her blouse buttons and looked at his brazier … once kissed him in the middle of her two tits that smell great. and suddenly the breeches ected to it down, but her skirt and told me not to remove the skirt … I do not know why and Ofelia was no breeches. I ride it all and pants and pulled me all nervous and Berga finding penetrated pussy a bit closed, with pressure epro the enterrarsela could plunge the whole cock and gave fire to Ophelia. Ofelia did not respond, but I fucked her and began to sing softly and told me that he liked that song to her late husband and I over it giving out there in the middle of their legs (pussy). I did not think she would run for their mood and I took off his pants to be more comfortable. At finasl her skirt had risen to her waist and I gave her hard and she felt suddenly hugged me and ran, but did not show it … I knew she had been corridor and then I ran into it. Ofelia had caught me and did not believe what had happened to be a day where her husband had deceased. Night at the funeral home, she greeted all present and I thought that maybe she had forgotten that I had taken her and looked like pesarada not hold viudad and I approached her to ask if she remembered that we had I’ve been picking up and answering ” clear that if ” I kept quiet and then I was telling ” I am confused … this is weird Ofelia&quot ;. And spend all day she called me and volviaos to catch, but under a mourning that was a powder scandal without much respect for the deceased. Two years later Ofelia came alive and would take like two crazy apasionados..Lo not passing me the day her husband died according Ofelia has congido me life experts say that would be the way to throw me existiria Ophelia … I still see strange … Wao! that fucking life in which we live lords.