He knew that Marcia, because she was so young, still had her virginity intact and would not miss the chance to take out that little bit more. So I swore to the guy that I would never lack respect for his sisters, but I got closer and closer to all of them and in a short time we were a large group of friends. Because I behaved immensely well, Dona Joana, their mother, gave me greater freedom and even allowed her daughters to go to the cinema with me, but with the condition that Antônio should go with me.
Without problems, I accepted the imposition of the crown, the important thing would be to be able to stay in the dark of the cinema with the hot one. My friend took Ivonete with him, one of his many girlfriends, and that made my life much easier at that time. While they were making out in another part of the movie theater and the other girls were distracted with their eyes fixed on the small screen, Marcia and I took the opportunity to kiss each other.
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