Mrs.Florica is Lacrima's mother and grandmother of Marga and Donka.

She lives in Amara where Lacrima grew up.She is 63 years old and is a widow.

Her physiognomy does not have exacerbated feminine features,but from her she inherited Lacrima,plump breasts and a generous ass.

From Emilian her father,who died in a railway accident,she acquired her beautiful mocha skin but also a dose of venusity.

I understood,from the description that he was a proud and good-looking chal with whom Floarea fell hopelessly in love.

Although she is a modern gypsy (she had Lacrima and her only c***d when she was 29)she never remarried.

Mrs.Florica had known me for a long time,practically from the beginning of my visits to the gypsy den in Amara,but the official contact,with me and meretricious nature of my partners,happened in one summer...

...The parental home was fence-in-fence with the Savoi couple's property and mutual visits were the order of the day.

I remember even now with pleasure the first time I ate the saviac(a pie with cheese)of Florica.

The daughters were in the grandmother's care,mostly for long periods of time,even if the parents were in Amara or Slobozia.

...It was July,very hot during the day and it was sultry at night,so that the mornings were a cool blessing.

It was between 6.30 and 7 in the morning and Veronel had woken up with a burning desire in his groin.

It was early but somehow we all had a crazy appetite.

Floarea entered naturally,as she usually enters,in the room of her daughter and son-in-law,only this time I was also in the room of the two of them.

When Floarea burst in,she discovered us in the fullness of our sexual faculties.

He found his beloved daughter laying  on the bed with labia pasty moaning like a sow,licked in the pussy by her husband kneeling at the head of the bed.

Dismayed she watched his son-in law as he move his ass and fuck me in the mouth hardly,practically suffocating me with his peni,as  I sitting with my head resting on the edge of the bed.

-God defend and guard us,what are you doing here,have you gone crazy? she mourned.

When Lacrima jump as if she burned,Veronel just what poured his bitterness down my throat.

-Mother,Mummy,wait a minute Lacrima called after her,running naked after the woman who had just left the room in disgust...

And the gypsy it's as if he doesn't stop ejaculating,probably stimulated by the presence of his mother-in-law as a witness probably more desired than unwanted and spill into me without holding back,his warm and abundant viscousity.

The two of them talked alone for about an hour and a half and things calmed down. But since then Mrs. Florica looked at me with different eyes. And at Veronel,too.

Things returned to normal after a while and that happened relatively quickly...