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I received an email from Claudia, an old virtual slave of mine who I had convinced to lesbianize with her cousin Cristina, this summer they repeated the experience and wanted to let me know.
I've wanted to send you this report since this summer. I've only been able to write it now.
I hope you like it, of course you can publish it (do you still do it?) and I authorize you to quote my email too.
"The first sun is always a tragedy", I hear Cristina say from the bedroom.
We arrived at the beach late last night and today we rushed straight to the beach, disregarding the advice from TG5 on the first tanning, and now it's time to take stock.
I meet my cousin in the bedroom.
We decided to appropriate the room that until a few years before was used by our grandparents, leaving his eight-year-old son the room usually reserved for us.
The house still smells of lavender and clean, as if grandma were still there.
Cristina has just taken a shower and when I enter she lowers her bathrobe on my back to show me the sign of the bra strap.
In fact the thin white line stands out like a scar on her reddened back.
"You were wrong not to protect yourself - I'm telling you - you're going to skin tomorrow."
"What can you do about it now? - She says to me, "Maybe with a little cream I can limit the damage.
She points to a bottle resting on the nightstand, and it's obvious it couldn't smear itself.
I pick it up and get on the bed with her.
"Get down, I'll help you," I tell her.
She takes off her robe and lies down prone.
In order to avoid embarrassing moments, I turn one ear to find out where her son is, but the sound of the water tells me he's in the bathtub.
If I know him well, he could be there for an hour.
I put some cream on Cristina's shoulders and spread it with the palm of my hand.
The skin is warm, the sun certainly didn't spare her.
I put a little more cream on her back and rub it slowly.
Here it is less glowing, but it is definitely a risk area for her, her skin is so light.
"Do you feel relief?" I ask her.
Her eyes are closed and she smiles.
"Yes, it's fine," she confirms without opening her eyes, bringing her arms to the sides of her head.
"I open to caress her back, bringing my fingers to her hips as well.
Cristina has about a fourth of a breast, is crushed on the mattress and the outer part of her breast protrudes from her profile.
Passing her hands on her hips, I touch it once with my fingers.
She says nothing, but keeps her eyes closed and smiles.
I repeat the passage several times, touching them each time, then, with my hands still greasy with cream, I rub her lower spine, until the tan stops and you can see the mark of the bottom.
She has a nice ass my cousin, even if with the passing of the years it got a little swollen.
She'd still look good in a thong, she'd be able to overcome her instinctive shyness and reluctance for the presence of her son.
I pass my fingers on her spine and, as if I couldn't contain the momentum, I end up touching her between the buttocks.
Her fingers are still greasy with cream and I slipped without any problem.
I repeat the movement, this time going slightly deeper...
I sink between her buttocks until I touch her anus; she follows my movement by slightly widening her legs.
She's smiling, and water is still coming from the bathroom.
I take a little more cream, and with my soaked hands I concentrate on her bottom. I sit down on my knees between her legs, imposing myself in this way to enlarge them further.
From my point of view I can easily see her big lips.
With my hands soaked in cream I massage her buttocks, a completely unnecessary precaution since she is clearly sunbathing with her panties.
She seems to like it, spreading her legs even more.
With my fingers I push again on her perineum and with the tip of a phalanx I stimulate her anus.
She sighs.
Since she seems to like it, with the other finger I caress the gap between her big lips.
She's moist. So am I, for that matter.
"Turn around," I whisper to her.
She doesn't even open her eyes and turns around, offering herself frontally.
Her nipples are hard.
Until then I was in a bikini, I take off my bra too.
My nipples are hard too.
From the bathroom, the sound of water keeps coming in.
I lie on her, I put my lips on hers.
It's not the first time we've had a physical approach, but it hasn't happened in a few years.
We kiss, I move my hand over her breast.
Her tongue goes into my mouth, I rub her pussy with my leg.
She's wet.
She surrounds me with her arms and, hugging me, we roll on the bed until my back rests on the mattress. She puts a knee and moves her chest to the height of my face, one of her nipples touches my lips.
I open my mouth and moisten it with my tongue.
His hand creeps into my panties and with one finger passes between my lips.
After a few seconds he loosens the laces on my hips and deprives me of my panties too.
Once naked, his hand is no longer impediment and his fingers penetrate me easily.
I do the same with her, sinking into her moist tissues...
"How much I missed you," he whispers in my ear, then kisses me again.
Her fingers ravage me from the inside, I do the same to her.
I can feel the excitement rising, it's not just a mechanical thing, but the fact that she's touching me drives me crazy.
I feel myself dripping, it's the same for her; I hear her moan and her mouth is raping mine.
I'm speeding up, I want to come and I want her to come.
The water from the bathroom is closing.
"Mommy!", cries the baby.
"Yes, darling, I'm coming now", answers Cristina almost screaming.
I'm sure the pun is deliberate, I'd laugh if I wasn't so close to orgasm. I feel something rising inside me, I'm about to come.
"Are you there?" I ask my cousin, who nods in response.
We come almost together, with a synchronism rarely experienced.
She moans loudly, I enjoy in silence.
I let a few seconds pass, so I detach myself from her body and abandon myself beside her.
She sighs for a while, then gets up and retrieves two pieces of clothing.
"I'll go see what she wants, you'd better get dressed."
She kisses me on the mouth and goes to the bathroom.
I've wanted to send you this report since this summer. I've only been able to write it now.
I hope you like it, of course you can publish it (do you still do it?) and I authorize you to quote my email too.
"The first sun is always a tragedy", I hear Cristina say from the bedroom.
We arrived at the beach late last night and today we rushed straight to the beach, disregarding the advice from TG5 on the first tanning, and now it's time to take stock.
I meet my cousin in the bedroom.
We decided to appropriate the room that until a few years before was used by our grandparents, leaving his eight-year-old son the room usually reserved for us.
The house still smells of lavender and clean, as if grandma were still there.
Cristina has just taken a shower and when I enter she lowers her bathrobe on my back to show me the sign of the bra strap.
In fact the thin white line stands out like a scar on her reddened back.
"You were wrong not to protect yourself - I'm telling you - you're going to skin tomorrow."
"What can you do about it now? - She says to me, "Maybe with a little cream I can limit the damage.
She points to a bottle resting on the nightstand, and it's obvious it couldn't smear itself.
I pick it up and get on the bed with her.
"Get down, I'll help you," I tell her.
She takes off her robe and lies down prone.
In order to avoid embarrassing moments, I turn one ear to find out where her son is, but the sound of the water tells me he's in the bathtub.
If I know him well, he could be there for an hour.
I put some cream on Cristina's shoulders and spread it with the palm of my hand.
The skin is warm, the sun certainly didn't spare her.
I put a little more cream on her back and rub it slowly.
Here it is less glowing, but it is definitely a risk area for her, her skin is so light.
"Do you feel relief?" I ask her.
Her eyes are closed and she smiles.
"Yes, it's fine," she confirms without opening her eyes, bringing her arms to the sides of her head.
"I open to caress her back, bringing my fingers to her hips as well.
Cristina has about a fourth of a breast, is crushed on the mattress and the outer part of her breast protrudes from her profile.
Passing her hands on her hips, I touch it once with my fingers.
She says nothing, but keeps her eyes closed and smiles.
I repeat the passage several times, touching them each time, then, with my hands still greasy with cream, I rub her lower spine, until the tan stops and you can see the mark of the bottom.
She has a nice ass my cousin, even if with the passing of the years it got a little swollen.
She'd still look good in a thong, she'd be able to overcome her instinctive shyness and reluctance for the presence of her son.
I pass my fingers on her spine and, as if I couldn't contain the momentum, I end up touching her between the buttocks.
Her fingers are still greasy with cream and I slipped without any problem.
I repeat the movement, this time going slightly deeper...
I sink between her buttocks until I touch her anus; she follows my movement by slightly widening her legs.
She's smiling, and water is still coming from the bathroom.
I take a little more cream, and with my soaked hands I concentrate on her bottom. I sit down on my knees between her legs, imposing myself in this way to enlarge them further.
From my point of view I can easily see her big lips.
With my hands soaked in cream I massage her buttocks, a completely unnecessary precaution since she is clearly sunbathing with her panties.
She seems to like it, spreading her legs even more.
With my fingers I push again on her perineum and with the tip of a phalanx I stimulate her anus.
She sighs.
Since she seems to like it, with the other finger I caress the gap between her big lips.
She's moist. So am I, for that matter.
"Turn around," I whisper to her.
She doesn't even open her eyes and turns around, offering herself frontally.
Her nipples are hard.
Until then I was in a bikini, I take off my bra too.
My nipples are hard too.
From the bathroom, the sound of water keeps coming in.
I lie on her, I put my lips on hers.
It's not the first time we've had a physical approach, but it hasn't happened in a few years.
We kiss, I move my hand over her breast.
Her tongue goes into my mouth, I rub her pussy with my leg.
She's wet.
She surrounds me with her arms and, hugging me, we roll on the bed until my back rests on the mattress. She puts a knee and moves her chest to the height of my face, one of her nipples touches my lips.
I open my mouth and moisten it with my tongue.
His hand creeps into my panties and with one finger passes between my lips.
After a few seconds he loosens the laces on my hips and deprives me of my panties too.
Once naked, his hand is no longer impediment and his fingers penetrate me easily.
I do the same with her, sinking into her moist tissues...
"How much I missed you," he whispers in my ear, then kisses me again.
Her fingers ravage me from the inside, I do the same to her.
I can feel the excitement rising, it's not just a mechanical thing, but the fact that she's touching me drives me crazy.
I feel myself dripping, it's the same for her; I hear her moan and her mouth is raping mine.
I'm speeding up, I want to come and I want her to come.
The water from the bathroom is closing.
"Mommy!", cries the baby.
"Yes, darling, I'm coming now", answers Cristina almost screaming.
I'm sure the pun is deliberate, I'd laugh if I wasn't so close to orgasm. I feel something rising inside me, I'm about to come.
"Are you there?" I ask my cousin, who nods in response.
We come almost together, with a synchronism rarely experienced.
She moans loudly, I enjoy in silence.
I let a few seconds pass, so I detach myself from her body and abandon myself beside her.
She sighs for a while, then gets up and retrieves two pieces of clothing.
"I'll go see what she wants, you'd better get dressed."
She kisses me on the mouth and goes to the bathroom.
