Egypt Annual Rainfall

From: épisode23: A wild grandma


Sex is a massive plague, which is positioned between the legs. To turn it on, it differs from one person to another, from one gender to another. Guys are more easily ignited, anyway, a man always ends excited by having an erection, and it is observable. A girl by cons, requires many more factors to let go.
For girls, it's a bit complicated. Love and sex are highly correlated. So no feelings, no kisses. Finally, it reflects the romantic nature of the fair sex is always trying to improve sex as physical activity, the carving of his condition until the animal affection and garnish with a human touch.
But when you're under the influence of a narcotic such as sex, it is no longer the same until you reach orgasm. We do not know how to say, as guided by the little creature stuck between her legs. Once it reaches its goal, our brain resumes its normal operation.
Finally, sex is not as bad it is an obsession for some, an obligation to have children, and a fundamental ingredient to spice up the love.
In my personal life, I knew that the first and last category of sex. Finally, sex as a hobby, it's a little specialty of boys, for them there is a relation of independence between love and sex. However, exceptions in the world of Eve exist.
And yes, some girls too, love and sex do not rhyme together. This was the case Nesrine. A girl as beautiful as a goddess, but with a devilish soul.
I was lucky with her. Let's say I was the girl with whom she slept more than once. Actually, every time we sleep together, it disappears a good time then resurfaced as if nothing had happened, and a simple smile followed by one of his caresses, I fell instantly under its spell and I was finishing his bed.
As for my first time with her, it was not really the top. Finally, it was not a true first time, say a taste of it, since it was in a small closet fitting and I do not feel comfortable, it's as if I was the love in a public place, and everyone looked at me, but what I feared most that one of my colleagues to come and pull the curtain suddenly surprise us in flagrante delicto. You can imagine the anxiety and fear with which I was.
With my hand stuck in her bosom, I was burning with desire. I saw very well that she took pleasure in making small circular motions with my hand as if it was his. Then put his head on mine, I felt her warm breath. And she rubbed her nose for a few seconds against mine and then with her left hand stroked my cheek and stared at me a long head and married my lips, a long while. It was
quite a show between the lips hungry, greedy envy and desire. For a brief moment, so I was in another world, I forgot my presence in the workplace, and without opening his eyes, following my instinct, I let my other hand free, sliding on his belly. But the instant she touched her panties, she grabbed my hand and snatched a last loving kiss, and walked a little bit about me.
- Oh, you're hot, you, eh?
- I ... I ...
With your right hand, she pulled me back towards her and then laughed.
- You do not have my permission to descend bottom.
- I'm sorry, I do not know what came over me. I said, troubled.
She stroked my hair and then kindly left his hand, get between my legs so fun.
- Emm, I felt warm. Then snatching a kiss, you let me caress you?
As I said nothing, but I closed my eyes with excitement, she took his hand and smiled continuing.
you see me, I ask politely.
What she was sadistic! She knew that I was burning with desire, and she felt joy, to make me suffer, making little breaks in action. I thought that was his way to give pleasure to his partner. It was new for me, finally, everything was new since I've had one sexual experience so far.
But this kind of procedure only works in head to head. And as a first impression, it was a girl who loved to take his time making love, not a good sign?
- Yes, if you like! I said, the tips of the lips in a timid voice.
It leaves a small laugh escape him and whispered, putting his hands on my hips.
- No, I will not! then as she saw the expression of amazement on my little face she kissed me on the lips again and continued, I'm kidding, of course I will. His hand landed
inside my pants, and a shiver of pleasure through my instant whole body, but when his fingers sank further into it, I heard the cries of Amal, which widened further in coming to us.
- Yasmine! Yasmine! where are you? Then speaking to
Mouna.
- You did not see?
- I think I have seen with Nesrine!
Frustrated, I removed the hand Nesrine of my pants. She gave a little smile and then said after handing in her bra.
- Well, I think you should go away.
- Yes ! "I said with a look seductive. Then, kissing his cheek shyly. So we may be, have a coffee later?
She bowed her face as she did 1m75 and looked at me from below.
- Want a coffee with me?
- Yes, if you want of course. With a small smile
morning she put her hands on my shoulders and whispered.
- I have no time ... and letting the breath escape him. And I do not really want to drink coffee with you.
then handed his sweater, pulled on his jeans super tight and said, pinching my cheek.
- I have to go now.
Then in snatching a kiss.
- Good day!
then seized her purse and without looking at me, she pulled the curtain and left the firm. A few seconds later, I went out and when I put my foot out of the room, my eyes met those of Mouna which confined me to one of his nasty looks and says to me very upset.
- I can see what you did with Nesrine within the firm?
- I helped! "I said, avoiding looking at her.
She approached me, and continued in a low voice, as there were two or three clients nearby.
- You try to aid the bras? as if she did not do any alone? she says with an air of ridiculing. Then with a look so furious. If the boss knows that you take your foot with it, you'll trip!
- We did nothing. Mouna
giggled nervously adding.
- No one girl who stays with Nesrine face to face without doing anything. Also
a pale quince, and getting away from it.
- Do what you want Mouna!
She did nothing thereafter. I do not actually know why she spoke in a tone as defiant, as if she tried the little beast. The same evening at the North Star, I kept Nesrine mater, sitting with the same group girls. Then she stood up and went to the girls' bathroom. A few minutes later, one of the girls joined there. I was a little disgusted
, I confess. I'd rather not believe what Cyrine told me about it. But she was right. Nesrine, not seeking to build relationships but just kiss.
But disgust was not comparable to the disgust and bitterness I felt at my place of work, three months later.
I was very happy with my job. I loved the atmosphere, the contact with customers, but one client was shocked my fate and put end to all this.
That day, I made an inventory of the stock with Majdi, as Karim was absent. And after a quarter of an hour, Amal, entered the small depot, smiling at me saying.
- There is a small group of old bourgeois women wandering around the store, you had better come and see. Shortly
interested, I replied without looking.
- And then?
- Ben, come on! they behave like aristocrats, their speech, their manners!
The casual tone, I muttered.
- Can not you see I'm concerned about that?
Majdi, drew a nice smile and said.
- Go! goes with it!
Leaving the depot, I saw four old women in almost 80 years each. Dress chewed, smoked glasses to face, beautiful dresses. There was a gentleman with them. He was young, dressed, and wore bags, the driver of one of the ladies of high society probably. Mouna
Then ran towards me, grabbing a white nightgown very broad and kindly asked me to go and give the old woman in the third cabinet fitting since she had another client support.
As she asked me nicely, I grabbed the nightgown and I went to the office fitting.
Approaching my head curtain I cried.
- Madam, I have the shirt.
The woman inside opened the curtain so suddenly. And the stern look with which it injects froze me on the floor. At the sight of this old woman, I lost my tongue and control my actions. She went out of the cabinet and pulled the shirt of my hands, crying violently.
- Yasmine! I do not believe my eyes. What are you doing here?
Amal, who feel that a disaster would happen to us and questioned advanced worried.
- It is there a problem? Any
pale and seeing my hands trembling.
- Nothing, Amal, so good, it's my grandmother!
There Amal spontaneously tried to kiss my grandmother, but she pushed her out of her, in a gesture crazy and screamed.
- Do not touch me brat! then his eyes darkened and her voice became more and more accentuated, Yasmine're selling?
Without being able to compose a simple sentence, I was so scared.
- I ... no ... it's just a slap ... And
deafening landed hard on my right cheek.
- You make me ashamed! shame on you doing your whole family! you forgot who you are? eh! and grabbing me by the hair like a crazy, you're like your father! you do not have the genes of the citizens but the people!
- Let me go, Granny, you're hurting me! I say eyes swollen with tears.
As all eyes stared us, Majdi ran to us to put an end to this scandal, but he had his share of cake too.
- Madam, please ...
But as she was furious, she looked with contempt and malice and cried.
- Stay away from me, you dirty vermin! 're not even a man, dirty pedal! and turning his eyes towards me, sales are even worse, with people like this?
And grabbing me by the arm to break me. 82ans she may be but it was quite stocky and very strong.
- If your parents have failed to raise you properly, it's my turn now to remedy that!

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Between daughters épisode22: A diva


Well, I was in a beautiful and well embarrassing but I got to get out anyway. Finally, I was saved by Amal, a colleague with whom I became good friends thereafter.
- Ah! Excuse me. I came to take the broom. And we are watching the corner of his eye. If you have something so important I will return later.
was indeed occasionally or never escape me. By weaving between the two girls in that little locker room I said.
- No, no! cava, we will speak again.
I was lucky this morning. There were so many customers that Mena could not even take time to recover a little while. And as the hours, she had forgotten. Finally, he pretended to ignore me.
was not a bad job: not the kind of boring office job. Be in direct contact with people, get out and take a coffee break whenever I want, was the paradise for me. Actually, I was the one favored by these outputs, of course, because our boss at the place of work, he needed me in his band.
The first few weeks, I worked half time, and after gradually, it got all day. Anyway, as my mother said it was better than hanging out in coffeeshops.
The positive points of my new job, were earning some money first and get away a little from the world of lesbianism. Finally, I thought I had a plan in mind but I did not know how to implement this plan in that outlet, so that for three months Work at Benetton, the daughter in question, which I did all this only came once or twice to visit Mouna by Giant.
As for negatives, I could only see one, the presence of Karim, the only vendor with us men on the staff (I have not counted the cashier because he thought he was a girl of course ).
It was not a bad guy. He was a young man of 24 years, not bad physically, a little Mr. I know everything and what annoyed me most that it was very sticky, and a first-dragger.
In fact, when I came out to coffee with Amal, he accompanied us. So you can imagine the hell I experienced, the stories straight on the one hand and drag Karim other.
- Have you seen the guy?
- What guy? I said, looking up from my sandwich, chicken. In
elbows on the table, Amal told me in a low voice.
- The Cashier Zara, it is canon.
Following the guy in question eyes, who was in the same small fastfood giant to us, I said.
- Well, he is lean.
- But no, he is slender, and without leave from his eyes. It is very beautiful.
And now, as Karim, was involved in our conversation.
- Yes, Yasmin was completely right. And folding his arms at me with a look of devouring wolf. How love you guys, you?
There Amal estuary with a sly and interfered.
- Not like you anyway.
He smiled and continued.
- I'm more handsome than your Cashier Zara, me.
- Oh, the pretentious.
He laughed and spoke to me again.
- Tell me, Yasmine, did not you buddy?
- You want to be her boyfriend by any chance? "cried Amal, in the teasing.
- But let's talk a little. I smiled at cons
heart saying.
- Not at the moment. By dipping a sweet
look into mine.
- It's weird how such a beautiful girl like you is still single.
Amal, again spoke.
- Well, if it has no boyfriend she does not want it all.
There, his eyes brightened with a gleam of wickedness, and he adds, laughing.
- You will not be by chance, as Mouna?
Since I do not understand innuendo, I remained silent while Amal cried a little on edge.
- But stop, Mouna is not a lesbian.
- And the message I read on her as the other day when she forgot. By confining
blaming a glance.
- You had no right to do that, it's impolite même.et drinking water, me too sometimes I write to friends, my heart and my chip.
- but not my love I love you. He exclaimed in his deep voice. And then trying to cross my eyes, well, I laugh, I know you're not a lesbian, not be angry please!
No, no, I have no reason to get angry, I am my grandfather. Of course, I did not say that. Few girls, who were proud of being in a society such as ours.
I content with a small smile while following Mouna corner of the eye. The handset groping against your ear, she stood near an entrance to the Giant. And then I saw, Sahar, wearing sunglasses, coming toward her. They exchanged two kisses and then both went to the toilet for girls.
- is his girlfriend, I'm willing to bet. Karim cried, following them very interested.
- Fact him peace, Karim! Amal cried angry, then hand to me, come on, or you want more you worry with him.
This, in brief, was just my everyday life, to a certain afternoon towards 17h30.c It was a Thursday. Mouna, was in the process of folding a few sweaters with the help of Amal. Majdi and Karim, were a little daily inventory of new winter collection. And I took care of the one client who was in the shop right now, and that was rather foraging.
- fucking Mehdouch! you know I can not come tonight!
A sentence so it was a loud outcry, my eyes are lifted automatically search for the girl who said it.
I wish I did not look up, because since when my eyes fell upon her, did not want to leave.
It was a hot girl, a goddess, the look of a diva. Very feminine, very, very well, with his haircut, super fashion, squeezed in a grayish black jeans, low waist, and a boat neck sweater, giving a superb view of her bosom, in short the spitting image of a model and it was actually a model and has proven as a regular customer of the shop. She clutched a nervous look and then came towards me as I was the only vendor available.
- Hi! 're new here?
- Yes, this is my fourth day in fact. I said, very shy.
Oh damn, it was perfect, no visible defect as if it were a doll made to measure, beautiful blue eyes of a wolf, very pink lips and voluptuous at the hands of princesses, and a very sexy body well done. A goddess of beauty. Besides, I was not the only fallen under its spell. Some guys were making back and forth to the store just to watch it.
There, Majdi, coming towards us and sharing with her two kisses.
- Oh, Nesrin, You have missed so much. I'm very angry against you, That's more than a month you're not coming.
She put his mobile in her handbag and said, drawing a smile.
- I had a fashion show in Paris! whew, I'm very tired. Then looking at me from the corner of his eye, how you your name?
- Yasmine.
- Jasmine sounds better! she says, laughing.
No, no, do not get me wrong. It was not my third girlfriend. I loved going out with her. Who does not dream of going out with such beauty. But this girl was the queen of short and lesbian relationships, and yes a beautiful lesbian. To my surprise a few days after, I saw the north star. She was with a group of girls, among them a bisexual girl I knew. Next my eyes dazzled Cyrine, told me.
- You know her?
- Who?
- Nesrine.
Surprised, I cried.
- You know you?
- Everyone knows it, and laying his hand on me, it's a tease and a slut.
- You seem to know it by heart.
one looked nervous, she cried.
- Who does not know it's a bitch, which makes no girlfriends but by cons who loves to sleep with girls.
- It does not look .... She
cut the floor, continuing.
- She slept with my ex once was at a party, they were both stuffed. But my ex was in love with her, and you know what she said?
- What?
- she can dream of going out with her, and she had done with her under the influence of alcohol and because it was the occasion of his birthday. And by injecting
Nesrine, laughing with her friends out loud.
- She keeps crying all the time, she does not sleep with the same girl twice, and a nymphomaniac dirty pretentious.
I, for cons, I followed a sweet look, I was charmed. And I even thought that she noticed my gaze, smiled once since.
At the store forever, when I saw her enter the gate, I ran toward it and guides it into the new collection. Et puis avec le temps, même quand je me trouvais occupée avec une autre cliente, elle m'attendait et refusait d'être aidée par une autre vendeuse à ma place.
I became his favorite vendor and I was in heaven this little attention that I was special.
Well, it was nearly the same, until she decided to try the new support in lace. It took five different colors and try them in a party office vacant.
Three minutes later she called me. Gently holding the curtain and seeing her in underwear, I looked down and there she said pulling me by the hand inside.
- What I have called you to help me choose the color that suits me more and you you look down?
I raised my head and I said, half the vote.
- The pink suits you very well. Without
leave me a strange look, she took before me, and my eyes fell upon a lovely pair of tits around. Suddenly, I became flushed and she noticed and smiled and then held a new support blue sky and tried to say.
- And this one?
- It is beautiful too.
She stared at me a inquisitive look, as if to read my mind and told me.
- I saw you the other day at the North Star. And removing the support again. You will not be a coincidence ...
By cutting him, while advancing a step towards the curtain with the intention to leave.
- No, I'm not.
She grabbed my hand and put it boldly on her right breast and pulling me towards her eagerly.
- And now?