The whole foreplay stuff is important, I reckon, but sometimes things are already so hot there is not much time for that… or maybe, not regular foreplay at least. With Fabinho it is always just as classic and surreal as it gets: indecent chats on msn for starters; talking about our incestuous childhood on the way from the airport; a farm to remember all the good stuff… Holly mother of God!!! A ton of oysters would not have quite the same effect. Too much afrodisia!!!

The farm was beyond great, so green, with a beautiful waterfall and a lovely little house, a proper English cottage.

The first place to be explored had to be the waterfall: memories, memories!! We took our clothes off in o rush, looking at each other. His body is well defined, but not too strong. The body of someone who does sports, who lives, who never set foot on a gym whatsoever. His tanned too, golden, not really hairy. Now, his ass is just perfect. The butt of a surfer definitely! Naturally up, round, just the right size. He is all handsome! Then I realized he was doing just the same, scanning every inch of my body - also very well designed too, if I may…

He took his time around my breasts… he has always been fascinated by my breasts, used to spend hours looking at them, touching them, playing with them… ever since we were kids. I have to admit they are particularly nice breasts ( years of swimming plus good genetics equals Greek statue´s breasts) and I  have always been very good in using them. Well, now I was stripping slowly, carefully… just left the necklace so the beads could walk around my nipples.

We walked towards the waterfall still slowly. We dove, we laughed, we played… until I swam to a rock just under the fall, let my body fall behind and the water fall down on my body. Little drops went down my neck, my breasts, my belly… he just stared for a while, standing in front of me with his hands on my thighs, the in between my legs. Up until the moment he got up, fit his hips into my legs, sliding his hand up to my brests, grabbing them firmly. We moved under a weaker fall and stood there… exploring…

So we decided to get out of the water. He had laid a white sheet on the grass so we could just lie there, under the trees. And then he licked every small bit of my body, sometimes biting, sometimes sucking. He turned me on my belly and covered my whole body with his. He bit the back of my neck while held my hair, my waist, my hips. Then we just laid there, belly up, letting the sun caress our racked bodies.

For a short while… "mating ritual" of the hyper-active is not something that lasts little. The sun began to come down so we cracked open a bottle of Proseco and went inside. We set the fire and laid on the floor in front of it and played and laughed… he was just like a little boy again, playing with my breasts, licking, biting, drinking Proseco from them. Well, I myself must confess my favorite cup is not Strauss nor any kind of crystal - it´s meat! Hahaha!

Night came and we realized there was a beautiful moon outside so we went out again. Took the sheet with us. So I started a massage, but I didn´t use my hands; I put his right foot in between my legs e started to come and go. I went up massaging his legs. When he thought I was gonna sit on top of him, I passed by and went up to his belly… and continued until his neck - then down his arm until I reached the tip of his fingers. I took my time there, but not for long: up until the shoulders, neck, chin… mouth. Took my time now. Up and down, in and out, screaming from the top of my lungs.

Then we got back in and decided to spend the night. I turned on the tv when we were in bed (I like watching the Discovery Channel before sleeping). Wild Africa was on. The mating rituals of the leopard. Smooth, sexy, by the moonlight I the middle of the Savannah - we had to laugh!!! By, inspired by the scene we decided to go into action one more time.

Now in bed, like normal humans - except for the family bonding, of course.

The next morning, I "arrive" in Floripa. Good mood, laughing, luminous skin. Had a meeting with my editor and she mentioned: "Wow, traveling certainly agrees with you, I must say!" well, what choice did I have but agreeing?