The anniversary of Matilde

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Hi everyone My name is Mati, with an i, actually my name is Matilde, but all Everyone knows me as Mati. I am a fifty divorced, like so many in this country. I am 54 years old and I was born in that Spain hard, gray, quirky, yet innocent to know everyone who lives Franco. Nothing to do with times now …

I grew up in a family of lower-middle class educated in a traditional setting, I studied in a religious school, and always taught me, for my father asserted, the woman in life had a secondary role, ie, home, care for parents and elderly in-laws, raise offspring, do you remember that of “bear children for heaven” ?, and bow his head before any storm …

When I finished high school with the nuns sent me some time to sew and do crafts with a dressmaker, an old seamstress, was very common in those days. That I met my first boyfriend and the only young and naive like me, bastard like my father because he turned later. Nobody had told us not explained anything about sexuality, nor had contraceptives progress today, and insist that the Spain of my day had made us very blind, very ignorant and very innocent …

So when I realize now way to the altar with the bunch of flowers and white dress that had to change for the belly area to hide a little. Summary: slap my father to learn, silence and bowed look my mother’s face jerk my boyfriend who did not have time to “pirarse”, as you say young people today, as both families held him … And there I go with the white suit disimulándome the hype, then I said “yes I do” five months pregnant …

Sometimes I think that between them managed to fuck up my life well. Whore who gave birth to all …

My husband’s pork and less innocent factory bundled with a colleague 23 years younger than him. Not that he is Richard Gere, it is that she was eating her salary. One day he came and told me that left me and went to her, that I was old and ugly. He threw four cloths in a suitcase, anise smell like a pig, and I said goodbye at the door with a grin. At that time I did not know if slit my wrists or eat a handful of pills … But I said, “for once in life, you have to do something for yourself …” And tears of rage I applied a tremendous kick in the testicles, you should not be forgotten today. And almost to his knees, as he could down the stairs, dragging the suitcase, very shit …

Beautiful my life, right ?; and now I know a little, it comes the hard, physically describe. Although I normally I mirror reflects my view, my friends say I’m very pretty for my age. But age takes its toll on those we are not Hollywood, and I have 54 very batallados. I am of medium height and powerfully built, which men commonly say a ‘buxom “. I have big breasts, but a little fallen, the enhanced certain fasteners, and have wide and round hips, not in vain I have been a mother twice. I have varicose veins or veins in the legs, which I still beautiful, and I look with tights and skirts above the knee. Way too well in heels. I am originally brown hair, streaked I bring and retain beautiful teeth, it is still all mine. My friends say I smile very well, although my face reflects the factions, some small wrinkles and tired eyes, evidence of 54.

However, it must be so. I do not see my age and have a child, smooth and childish face like children, it is something artificial and unnatural. So youngsters who are reading me, asimilad and Conform with your mothers as they are and are. Why not necessarily seem, I have nothing against them, or to Basinger Kidman.

I have a son and a daughter, both very cute. Both took pretty bad separation. I see little, they are by other provinces, he worked in a company and she studied at a university.

To which I see every bit is Barbara. Barbara is my friend, many years. He is a divorced woman also fifties, with which I go often. It is very blond and handsome. It is more outgoing and liberal than I, and also more optimistic. When I separated, I spent the first three months on antidepressants and crying at home. Then I spent three watching TV without knowing he saw and consuming alcohol, I had never drunk, and that’s where I got hooked a little. Not that I’m cirrhotic, but since I like to drink here. Slowly, savoring, I like the soothing heat that gives me drink, whatever, especially the cups. I like the slow and leisurely suicide, that feeling …

Six months Barbara took action, said it could not be locked and depressed to be there. It forced me almost by force, without any desire to date her. He took me to the cinema, shops, a coffee, a walk, and close to local festivals, and a thousand other sites. So I started to improve, to overcome it and make a more or less normal life …

Many weekends we went out to have fun and a good time distracting. We left at dusk, chop something out there, a sort of high tea, then go to the movies often to end almost always to the many by pubs, a nightclub those of desgü ace, a joint … A whole new life traditional for someone like me …

One day we went out to a club to which we often never remember the name. Barbara also likes to drink and one day we both had warmed the palate with rum and coke. We had taken a few cubatitas and local taking us out a little one to the other, just in case. Not that we were like tanks, but a little harder hit than other times. I leaned on it a little, wearing a white skirt belted at the hips and heels I were doing some damage. We went to the car Barbara. That night we danced a little, as always, courtesy more than anything, with a bald, a mustachioed, a retiree, a drunk who could barely stand, and Barbara with a boy, I spent the topic, which should go looking Barbara mature mom and him ogling. I do not criticize, but I politely turned him down …

When we’re getting into car Barbara we realize that we can not go. 200 meters further along the road on which we necessarily have to leave clothes fluorescent lights, agents and collapse of vehicles. There breathalyser and are unable to risk our necks, as we are today …

Shit, – says Barbara today we are no longer going until dawn …

-go Can. Let’s sit down on a bench. I need some rest.

I have a better idea. She says with a twinkle in ojitos-‘ll take you to know a site that never told you about. It is there, a couple of streets away. One night is a night …

What place is that

-The Androx. A local women’s hostess, full of gorgeous guys. I need a little arrangement. And you probably more than I …

-¿Un Male prostitutes club or something? I do not know if it looks good idea …

Of course I do, dammit. What I have to explain it in writing? I never told you about it, but I escape here frequently. You’ll see that boys so cute. Today is a special day …

I do not particularly fancy, but Barbara takes my arm and walked her without protest. I’m too thick and stunned to contradict him and discuss …

At times I repeated the rum in his face. We arrived at the door of the room, walked in, move a small hallway and settled in a small private room sofa and coffee table. It is semi-dark and one side is a counter to two bands, with L-shaped. There are a few people; girls and women of all ages and aspects and a few guys all very good looking. A waiter serves us, I ask a tonic, do not want more alcohol. Barbara asks another cubata, with a pair of ovaries. Well, she supports the best I drink …

We are fast approaching a blond boy, boyish face and look like Anglo-Saxon. Greets us and sits on the couch next to Barbara. She welcomes you with a good snog.

Look, Mati, this is Kevin. We’ve known for some time, do not you, baby –

The boy greets me with two kisses I get with some reluctance. Then huddles together on the couch beside her. The skirt has risen enough to sit him. him professionally, patting his knees over the panty. She already launched, kneaded his package above the fly of his pants. I turn my eyes to the counter and without intent gaze a moment I meet with a guy brown, very sexy it. He is also young, slim bundle. Looked away, embarrassed; my son very much resembles …

Hey, what’s wrong? It seems you’ve seen a ghost. Get yourself pleasant company. Today we have come to have fun. And cheer up. The morenazo you were looking at has a good dust. Call him … you get closer

Barbara, do not be a clown. That guy seems twin brother, a clone of my son Mark. Look, if they are almost identical; the same tan, even seems to go to the same hairdresser and at the same gym …

-Better not? More curiosity if it seems. Check imagination, how exciting … fuck a guy who looks a lot like your son. Mark your child is great. When I went to your house and he was always there to make me incredably arreglito … Huuummm …

Decidedly Barbara, today you made a clown, or are drunk like a bitch. Well, you’re my friend, I’ll remember what you tell me. Also today I am unable to discuss, nor do I want to. The drink bill is happening to me …

Barbara called a gesture to morenazo and this is where us. She whispers something in his ear and he smiles. Then open your wallet and pay an amount of euros, do not know how many exactly, he will take the case. Then go back to our sofa.

Enjoys, Mati, dear. You are invited.Today we have to finish well the night.- The blondie and hot as it has become a mare, inserting the hand and arm under her skirt. He knows his craft. She also millimeter cut or lose time, thrusting his hand into pants to better hooking cock. In some ways the image excites me, though I have some migraine. The dark comes and we started talking something, how are you, you’re beautiful and blah blah blah, I will whisper a series of protocols to the ear. I smile and let myself go. Now that I look closely I can better appreciate the great similarity with my son; the same little hair slicked black tip, the same smile, the same face. Stroked her hair as I feel in my tights and soft touch power of his hand moving up my thighs. I can not resist, I am defeated …

Let’s four to one room- says Barbara. The gleam in his eyes and his face shows me going out like a mare. We get up and move for the four dimly lit hallway. She and rubito go ahead. Behind, Robert, as he promised me that the black man is called, leads me holding hands …

We entered a beautiful room with two beds a little apart. The blond guy is undressing Barbara, as she rubs it nonstop, very hot. So I tell my foster moreno: -Nene, go slowly and gentle with me, I’m a little drunk and dizzy …

Easy, ‘I say gorgeous … Just relax and let him go. I take care of all …

I had never seen entirely naked Barbara, only in bikini, when we go to the beach once. The truth is that it retains an enviable great body, the bitch, and my age. Two large and well placed big tits, hard even stomach (she is careful, exercise too long) a curved hips and a well beautiful legs, perfectly depilated. I’m watching her body as my boy goes undressing me, quietly. Luce some hair in pussy, it seems to have quite large, and the blond guy, and tucked her head between her legs rushes to work, applying professional and accurate lengü etazos. She moans of pleasure endlessly …

My “adopted boy” has stripped me and lying in bed. I kissed her mouth and torso a while, and then concentrated nipples that I have been very tough to suck me. Now I have his head between my legs and feel his tongue wet and professional like me in the pussy. I turn my head to the next bed and watch Barbara. It has caught the blond dick tugging at the skin down, tightening her butt bridle is giving him a brutal blowjob. It seems possessed by a demon. I never imagined it was so hot, the bitch, and that I’ve known for years. I for one am not going to suck my boy. I can not. Alcohol beats occasionally in my stomach, and I will not fuss. See if the party ended peacefully. Also according to chupetazos you’re getting the pollaza Barbara blond, it seems that is sucking for her and for me, the two …

I will describe and ended last night as the situation because now I have a good surf and somewhat confused memories. My “adopted child” (the mother who bore me, but look how my son looks) and me is fucking good. In each thrust, he is athletic and fucks death, I see it coming at me with their compact pack abs and pecs topped with beautiful nipples I pinch. I feel his cock into me and hit her hard in my pussy testicles. Occasionally I would point to go a little softer, and he smiles at me. I’m liking but I’m not enjoying the dust as I would like. I’m drunk like a top. I will not drink, I swear …

In the other bed, the blonde steel muscles some brutal hits it rides Barbara. She yells with pleasure like crazy, seems beside himself. I did not know it was so hot. I contemplate is affecting and exciting …

When we finished, while we were getting dressed, she comes and hugs me a little. I stick a snog me in my mouth. I froze, I do not react, and her wet mouth a little while being entertained in mine. You surprised me, but quiet, Barbarita, I will not take it amiss. At the end of the day you made me a good night …

We said goodbye to the two boys and left the premises. I take one last look at my black man, and I say again to myself, “Damn, but look how my son looks like …”

We got to the car and traffic control was gone. We started and after a while Barbara leaves me to my door. I leave grateful to her …

Today I woke up and now I’m sitting in the kitchen, accompanied by a jug of water and coffee. To see if I can calm a bit this hangover and this headache. Watch the calendar and, lo and behold, if today my wedding anniversary …

On this day 30 years ago was a pregnant idiot, giving the “I do” to a jerk pork, escorted by a whole family of undesirable innocent and disoriented, tied and inertia …

Today at dawn, 31 years later, I celebrate as “memorable” date, drunk in a brothel of male fucking like a bitch to half a meter of my friend Barbara with rum Climbing up near the throat while he fucks a twin clone A double my son, and then my friend to give me a snog with spit …

On second thought, it was not bad. Tonight when I’m already clear, I will call Barbara to double celebration. We’re going to take something out there, (now a little less, of course) and then go to the club Androx, with his blond and my adoptive morenito … Huuummm …

So, Barbara, go getting ready …