Right next to my apartment for many years now lives a couple with their daughter who is now 19 years old. A very beautiful girl, tall with a nice body, long black hair, black eyes and white skin. Anthi, that's her name, often dresses provocatively to the point of obscene and this is something that turns me on but I don't want to do something with a girl I've known since I was very young. On the other hand, Anthi often provokes and does it mainly when I'm on the balcony and she's alone on hers.
A few days after I fucked those black guys, there was a mechanic named Edir. He was average, white, thin, and a great mechanic. Every time he passed, Edir would look at me a little differently, as if he desired me. He was single and lived alone. He was 49, and as you know, I was 16.One day, Edir bought a pool table and invited me to play. He said,"Come with those red shorts I love to see you in."
It was a sultry afternoon, the kind that seems to conspire to ignite forbidden desires. It had been months since I'd seen Ms. K, the tall brunette with curves that defied any attempt at self-control. That gorgeous, enormous ass, molded by jeans that seemed tailored, occupied my most secret thoughts. We were both married, trapped in parallel lives, but our five-year affair was an addiction neither of us wanted to give up. We arranged a quick meeting, supposedly just for a hug and a chat, as if it were possible to keep things so innocent between us.