Well, this morning was a joy. I woke up in a tangle of tits and ass with Sandy and Camillla. It was nice, as I sprouted wood with my cock nestled in the valley of Sandy’s sexy little bubble butt. I was hard after just a couple of minutes and we started to move together. Camilla was behind me, and she reached around and began massaging my balls as we all began to awake.
I was feeling energetic and decided to take the last session with the girls as a complete fuckfest. I started with Sandy and took her from behind in spoons, and then rolled over and did the same with Camilla. I was feeling pretty heady with these two major talents sandwiching me to heightened levels. After a while, I had them each cowboy to an orgasm, and then let them finish me off with a double blow job. CIM with Camilla, and we snuggled a bit before getting up to take a shower.
Saw the girls off and gave them each $R450 for the two nights and a long day, and started working on day 9 and 10 report. The owners wife knocks on the door. She needs something from the cleaning cabinet as her cleaning lady is cleaning another apt. in the same building. I feel kinda funny as she walks through the apt., since there are about 8 or 10 used condoms lying around from our late night session and the early morning session. She did not say anything, but it still felt a little weird.
Went down to TA and met Sandman and SweetMesquite for lunch. Chave’ limps up a little while later and then Don arrives. In the midst of this, my foggy mind realizes I have made a blunder. I had been thinking that I was leaving on Sunday night. I suddenly looked at my watch, saw the date and realized that I had to leave TODAY. Sunday was the day I had told my babysitter that I was returning! Oh crap, now I will be not be able to meet several commitments I had made. We finish eating and run home. Sandman came over as well, and I left my unused condoms and such with him, as I did not want to have them in my bags if I got searched at customs.
Made it to the airport, checked in and was promptly whisked off by security to a private room. There they literally dismantled my bags looking at everything. They took my bic lighter and threw it away. They even opened my electric razor and removed the screen head to look inside…..oh brother. I now have customs and immigration to go through and the flight boards in 5 minutes. I got to the gate as last call was made and prayed the my luggage did too. Two interesting things. One, if you have ever boarded a flight in GIG, the voice that announces the flights is absolutely hilarious. It sounds like a half stones gay hairdresser. I pulled out the camera and recorded the voice. The video feed is just looking toward the speaker. The video is attached to the bottom I guess.
In Sao Paulo, I went to the Duty Free store and got one or two little things to take back with me. I went to pay for it, and get this….they would not accept $R in payment. Only $USD and Euro! I asked the gal at the counter why and she did not know. Well, I had a couple of hours to kill and decided that I needed some entertainment, so I asked to see the manager. The manager explained that once you went past the Federales (20 feet from the store entrance), you were no longer in Brazil. You were in the INTERNATIONAL zone. OH! I said, so if I got in a fight or stole something, then no one here could prosecute me, right.? Oh no, she says. The Brazilian police would arrest you! Ah! I say, but if we are no longer in Brazil, they have no jurisdiction! She pauses, and thinks, and calls HER boss! I am having fun now and am on a roll. This poor gal was clearly out of her depth and growing frustrated. Her boss arrives and we go through the same conversation. They look at me like I am some kind of idiot for not understanding why Brazilian money is not accepted in the store in the International area of a Brazilian airport. I point out that I have bee to airports in around 30 countries and that I had never even heard of a country not accepting their own currency in their own airport, and that I felt this was ridiculous. They both throw up their arms and give up trying to explain the obvious logic of the matter to this backwards Gringo child. I leave smiling, having received my feel good enlightenment session for the day J
As I got on the plane, the stewardesses were greeting us. It took me a moment to see the real person behind the puppet, it was a strange experience.
From then on it was pretty run of the mill. Oh, one other observation. The Sao Paulo airport was designed by a moron. There is a corridor which runs the entire outer perimeter of the terminal. When you get OFF a plane, you walk the length to Immigration. When you go to get ON a plane you simply walk across it to the tunnel entrance. So here were are some 200 people walking across to get onto our plane. Unfortunately, there were some 200 people just getting off of an arriving flight trying to traverse the corridor to Immigration. Needless to say there were several collisions involving strollers and drinks as the the two flows crossed paths, us attempting to go straight across too the plane, and the other group passing from our right to our left on the way to immigration. What a dumb way to run an airport…sheesh.
Well, I am home now. It is great to see my kids as I missed them a lot. But, I am already missing the time spent in the arms of the beauties of Rio and cannot wait to return J
