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Why you must Play the Lottery When talking about lottery we will find different approaches and depending on how we were raised we will have the conservative one: “Lottery is for losers” or the affirmative one: “Who plays the Lottery deserves to win”. Both may have the truth on their side, but there are some facts that I would like to share with you on this short research about Life and Lottery, starting on these to principles: the negative and the positive. The Global Lottery Market was valued at US$ 1,788.1 Mn in 2018 and is projected to increase significantly at a CAGR (Compound Annual Growth Rate) of 4.6% from 2019 to 2028, being the first recorded signs of a lottery the keno slips from the Chinese Han Dynasty between 205 and 187 BC. These lotteries are believed to have helped to finance major government projects like the Great Wall of China. Lotteries in colonial America played a significant part in the financing of both private and public ventures. It has been recorded that more than 200 lotteries were sanctioned between 1744 and 1776, and played a major role in financing roads, libraries, churches, colleges, canals, bridges, etc. In the 1740s, the foundation of Princeton and Columbia Universities was financed by lotteries, as was the University of Pennsylvania by the Academy Lottery in 1755. Benjamin Franklin organized a lottery to raise money to purchase cannon for the defense of Philadelphia. As Louise L. Hay said once: “Life is a lottery that we’ve already won“, and nowadays we are all impacted in one way or another by random decisions made on Lottery Based models like: US Visa Lottery, College Admissions, Schools, Apartments, Nursing Programs and more. NOTE: By purchasing the books in our store you get FREE SHIPPING in those countries where AMAZON works, your purchase is important since part of the profit is used to help dozens of families suffering from the Humanitarian Crisis in Venezuela, and at the same time it is collaborating with the dissemination of the truth about the Crimes Against Humanity and violation of Human Rights, which Venezuelans suffer daily and which are overshadowed by the propaganda apparatus of the misnamed “Bolivarian revolution”. Golden Ticket, Lottery, Why play the Lottery, Play the Lottery, Lottery Ticket, Winner Ticket, Million Dollars Ticket, #GoldenTicket #Lottery #WhyplaytheLottery #PlaytheLottery #LotteryTicket #WinnerTicket #MillionDollarsTicket Product details Paperback: 75 pages Publisher: Independently published (July 22, 2019) Language: English ISBN-10: 108205769X ISBN-13: 978-1082057694 Product Dimensions: 6 x 0.2 x 9 inches Shipping Weight: 5.9 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)

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En este breve libro, que no breviario, cabalgan hermanadas la poesía japonesa occidentalizada, vale decir el haiku y el senryu, que en apenas diecisiete silabas divididas en tres versos sin rima expresa diversos sentimientos; la glosa, el soneto, el madrigal y el poema libre, realengo, que no atiende las estrictas normas de la métrica. Cabalgan también cómodamente, en su carruaje poético, los recuerdos únicos de la tierra que me vio nacer, Marabal, donde quedó sembrado mi espíritu y que muchas veces visito en sueños, repetitivos, de añoranza, de arrepentimiento por el abandono, de llanto conmovedor. NOTA: Al adquirir los libros en nuestra tienda obtiene ENVIO GRATIS en aquellos países donde funcione AMAZON, su compra es importante ya que parte de la ganancia es usada para ayudar a decenas de familias que padecen la Crisis Humanitaria en Venezuela, y al mismo tiempo está colaborando con la difusión de la verdad acerca de los Crímenes de Lesa Humanidad y violación de Derechos Humanos, que sufren a diario los venezolanos y que son opacados por el aparato propagandístico de la mal llamada “revolución bolivariana”. Amada, Amor, Poemas a la Amada, Haiku, Poemario, Poesia, Poesia Japonesa, Poetas, Senryu, Poetas venezolanos, Poetas Latinoamericanos, Decima, Soneto, Prosa, Verso Libre, Glosa, madrigal, Copla, Verso, #Amada #Amor #PoemasalaAmada #Haiku #Poemario #Poesia #PoesiaJaponesa #Poetas #Senryu #Poetasvenezolanos #PoetasLatinoamericanos #Decima #Soneto #Prosa #VersoLibre #Glosa #madrigal #Copla #Verso

AI at Home Transforming Your Child’s Learning Experience Artificial Intelligence, commonly referred to as AI, encompasses a range of technologies that enable machines to perform tasks that typically require human intelligence. This includes problem-solving, understanding natural language, recognizing patterns, and learning from experience. In the context of education, AI can be particularly transformative, providing personalized learning experiences that cater to the individual needs of children. By leveraging AI, educational tools can assess a child’s progress in real time, adapting content to ensure that learning is both effective and engaging. As parents navigate the landscape of AI-powered educational tools, understanding these fundamental concepts is crucial. By familiarizing themselves with how AI works and its potential benefits, parents can make informed decisions about the tools their children use. Embracing AI in education opens up new opportunities for personalized learning, allowing children to explore subjects at their own pace while receiving the guidance they need to thrive. As AI continues to evolve, its integration into everyday learning will undoubtedly reshape the educational experiences of future generations. “AI will not replace humans, but those who use AI will replace those who don’t.” Ginni Rometty Product details Author: Juan Rodulfo Language ‏ : ‎ English Hardcover ‏ : ‎ 96 pages ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 9798349336416 Item Weight ‏ : ‎ 0.3 pounds Dimensions ‏ : ‎ 5 x 8 x 0.26 inches Additional information 9.12 oz .037 × 5 × 8 in

La Hemeroteca Loca 7 por Rodulfo Gonzalez 600 Donde conseguir una Hemeroteca en Venezuela? Una hemeroteca es un edificio, sala, o página web donde guardan, ordenan, conservan y clasifican diarios, revistas y otras publicaciones periódicas de prensa escrita, archivados para su consulta. En la Venezuela Democrática normal y en los Países donde la Cultura es considerada “importante” Las Bibliotecas y Hemerotecas sirven de plataforma para preservar y garantizar el acceso a las nuevas generaciones al conocimiento generado y publicado por las generaciones anteriores, para apalancar el desarrollo de la Nación sobre el estudio de la Historia y la continuidad de la Investigación Científica.

Mi patria, Venezuela, está padeciendo desde 1999 una de sus peores crisis en lo económico, social, político y cultural, a pesar de que en las casi dos décadas del régimen castro-chavista primero, durante el mandato del teniente coronel Hugo Chávez, y castro-chavismo-madurismo-militarismo desde el 14 de abril de 2013 cuando accedió irregularmente a la Presidencia de la República su sucesor, Nicolás Maduro Moros, de dudosa nacionalidad, el país tuvo los mayores ingresos económicos de toda su historia republicana a partir de 1830, masa dineraria que no fue empleada para mejorar la calidad de vida de los venezolanos, dueños teóricamente de esa riqueza, sino que se dirigió a alimentar la corrupción de la élite política gobernante, convertida en boliburguesía, y regalar dinero a manos llenas en el extranjero con miras al establecimiento en diversos países del mal llamado Socialismo del Siglo XXI. La consecuencia de esa irresponsable manera de administrar los dineros públicos ha sido el empobrecimiento general de los venezolanos, la destrucción de la clase media, la escasez inducida de alimentos y medicinas, el endeudamiento extranjero criminal, la aparición de enfermedades que ya habían sido desterradas del país durante los regímenes democrático, etc. A ese cuadro calamitoso se añaden la utilización de los cuerpos de seguridad, incluidas las fuerzas armadas, en criminales labores represivas contra la disidencia política democrática; el empleo sistemático de la tortura contra los presos políticos por parte de miembros del Servicio Bolivariano de Inteligencia (SEBIN), especial de KGB tropical, y el envilecimiento de la población con dádivas públicas como el Carnet de la Patria y los Comités Locales de Abastecimiento (CLAP).De todo este cuadro siniestro que sufre Venezuela, con peligro de que desaparezca como país, trata este libro, fotografiado poéticamente mediante diversos géneros: verso libre, glosa, madrigal, senryu, copla y soneto NOTA: Al adquirir los libros en nuestra tienda obtiene ENVIO GRATIS en aquellos países donde funcione AMAZON, su compra es importante ya que parte de la ganancia es usada para ayudar a decenas de familias que padecen la Crisis Humanitaria en Venezuela, y al mismo tiempo está colaborando con la difusión de la verdad acerca de los Crímenes de Lesa Humanidad y violación de Derechos Humanos, que sufren a diario los venezolanos y que son opacados por el aparato propagandístico de la mal llamada “revolución bolivariana”. Amada, Amor, Poemas a la Amada, Haiku, Poemario, Poesia, Poesia Japonesa, Poetas, Senryu, Poetas venezolanos, Poetas Latinoamericanos, Decima, Soneto, Prosa, Verso Libre, Glosa, madrigal, Copla, Verso, #Amada #Amor #PoemasalaAmada #Haiku #Poemario #Poesia #PoesiaJaponesa #Poetas #Senryu #Poetasvenezolanos #PoetasLatinoamericanos #Decima #Soneto #Prosa #VersoLibre #Glosa #madrigal #Copla #Verso

Maduro CDTM Franela de Dama Maduro CDTM (COÑO DE TU MADRE) es el clamor de millones de Venezolanos que desde adentro y fuera de Venezuela sufren la Crisis Humanitaria ocasionada por estos criminales enquistados en el Poder en ese Pais Suramericano. Nicolas Maduro Moros es el actual Dictador que dirige los destinos de Venezuela, pais Petrolero con una de las Reservas más grandes del Planeta y la pobreza, miseria y desgracia en los niveles más altos de la Historia. Donde comprar productos Maduro CDTM? Estan disponibles en nuestra tienda de…

Asylum Seekers by Juan Rodulfo “Human is the only specie in Earth, that Hunts, Tortures and Kills its own for Pleasure.” In 2013 the movie Elysium was launched with Matt Damon and Jodie Foster: “In 2154, the Earth is overpopulated and polluted. Most of Earth’s citizens live in poverty, on the brink of starvation, and with little technology and health care. The rich and powerful live in Elysium, a gigantic space habitat in Earth’s orbit. Elysium is technologically advanced, with devices like Med-Bays that can cure all diseases, reverse the aging process, and regenerate parts of the body. There is a long-running dispute between Elysium and Earth, whose residents want Elysium’s technology to cure their diseases”. In ASYLUM SEEKERS, Elysium is not a spaceship orbiting our planet, Elysium happens to be the countries over the Equator Line, or North Hemisphere, which oligarchs and circles of power for centuries had held the south side of the planet in misery, exploiting it minerals and treating the population worse than animals. This book was published in 2018, but the influx of humans migrating north keeps exponentially growing, not in seek of the “Med-Bays” of Elysium, that can cure all diseases, reverse the aging process, and regenerate parts of the body but to save their lives, fleeing dictatorships (supported by the aforementioned oligarchs and circles of power), organized crime, wars (manufactured and pushed from the north), famine and misery. The author himself is a victim of this humanitarian crisis, worldwide size, and in this book offers research of how this continuing migration south-north is approached by the “1st world nations” immigrations bureaucracies and continues in a second edition titled: REMAIN SILENT, the only right we have. The legal aliens, published in 2024. Language ‏ : ‎ English Paperback ‏ : ‎ 154 pages ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1730884636 ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 9781730884634 Item Weight ‏ : ‎ 8.3 ounces Dimensions ‏ : ‎ 6 x 0.39 x 9 inches UNSPSC-Code : 55101500 NOTE: By purchasing the books in our store you get FREE SHIPPING, your purchase is important since part of the profit is used to help dozens of families suffering from the Humanitarian Crisis in Venezuela, and at the same time it is collaborating with the dissemination of the truth about the Crimes Against Humanity and violation of Human Rights, which Venezuelans suffer daily and which are overshadowed by the propaganda apparatus of the misnamed “Bolivarian revolution”. Human Rights, Asylum Seekers, Asylum, Seek Asylum, Civil Rights, Flee Violence, Political Asylum, Seek Protection, #HumanRights #AsylumSeekers #Asylum #SeekAsylum #CivilRights #FleeViolence #PoliticalAsylum #SeekProtection

#Erotictales #lesbianstories #threesomestories #eroticliterature #sensualliterature #arousingliterature #sexytalks #naughtytalks #sexychronicles #eroticfiction I promised myself this would be a vacation I’d never forget. Finally, after an exceptionally extended period of parental persuasion, my friends and I were allowed to spend the summer holidays alone. Our summers were usually spent in boarding schools with strict teachers and little enjoyment. One more thing that was sure to make this holiday unforgettable – my 20th birthday. Us five girls planned an amazing trip to Mallorca, Spain. Our flight came in early Saturday afternoon, and our host was a gorgeous girl, with long, dark hair, a pierced nose and tongue, and an evenly tanned body in a red bathing suit. I was immediately awe-struck by her. She took us to her house that was already packed with people who were laughing, dancing, smoking, and of course, drinking. A quiet wave of panic crept underneath my skin – all those people were so confident and sexy, and to be honest they kind of scared me. We left our stuff in our room and joined the party. Everyone was mingling, people were kissing on the couch, men casually passed joints as women chatted and laughed in their clingy summer dresses. I stood in the corner watching over everything like a movie scene when suddenly our host came to me and began dragging me to dance. I completely froze and told her I was still tired from the trip. She sweetly laughed – “What you need is some stress relief… like a good orgasm.” I couldn’t believe what I had just heard and couldn’t help but blush and turn my head away from her. She threw her head back in laughter, but not in a way to communicate that she was at all joking. My eyes trailed her neck down to her breasts that were rising and falling as she teased me. I felt a sudden surge of warmth between my legs, a weakness in my knees, and my breath rapidly shortening. She looked at me with a fiery spark in her eyes and whispered, “Don’t tell me you’ve never had an orgasm?” Her lips brushed my ear and neck, and the air of her confidence took me in completely. I shook my head, “I’m not sure I know how to.” I couldn’t believe I was being this honest and raw with a stranger, but it felt right. Slowly, she took my hand and led me to her room. Closing the door behind her, she said with a wink, “We need to relax you a bit, or you’ll never get laid and that would make for a very boring holiday.” Her hands started gently running up and down my body, from my hair to the back of my neck, down my shoulders, and gently tickling my back and waist. I started to really feel the heat; my cheeks burning and wetness coming through my panties as she unbuttoned my summer dress. I closed my eyes as the dress slid off my shoulders, her lips on my neck. She started licking and kissing my breasts, gently running her hands all over what felt like every inch of my body. My nipples perked up, but my whole body was completely stiff. She laid me down on her bed, still kissing me and making small bites down and down my stomach. She grabbed my panties with her teeth and pulled her hands behind my back lifting my ass to easily remove my panties. Her hands trailed my legs and inner thighs and climbed up to my sex, stopping just an inch before. She climbed back on top and looked me in the eyes as her fingers massaged my lips and opened them slightly. I moaned as she slid her two fingers into my mouth, wetting them. Those two wet fingers found their way down to my other lips, and lightly caressed my hotspot without touching it. Her tongue found mine, and I got dizzy as her fingers and tongue sparked so many sensations in my body that I never knew I could feel. Suddenly, she got on her feet, smirked at me and said “First, you need to know what you like. Do you like me?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Would you like to see me naked?” She said with a coy smile. “Yes-” I almost moaned. “I have one condition… touch yourself while I take my clothes off,” she said. I got completely red and hot, both in my face and my body… I grabbed my breast with one hand and wet the fingers of the other and started stroking my pussy. She twirled and slid her bottoms down, dancing to the music from the living room. Her skimpy red bathing suit didn’t leave much to the imagination, but I was absolutely amazed by her. I was completely and utterly turned on and I slid my fingers inside me. A moan escaped my mouth, and I could feel her watching me as I lost myself. I looked at her as she opened a drawer, pulling out a small pink gadget. “Do you know what this is?” she whispered. I nodded my head and continued falling deeper into myself. “You’re about to get blown away,” she says while removing my hand from my sex, turning on the toy and bringing it close to my clit. I felt waves of intense pleasure passing through me the closer she brought the toy. She surprised me by pressing the toy around my clit, and I let out a loud scream of pleasure that I had never felt before. “Stop, please, stop!” I beg, but she just smiled and continued to play with the toy… and me. This crazy wave kept building from my clit and went through my whole body. The more I moaned and sighed, the more she pressed the toy to me, and suddenly, I burst into a loud, overwhelming peak of pleasure, my body trembled, my back arched, and I quickly grabbed a pillow to muffle out the loudness of my sounds. She pulled herself up to me, kissed me strongly, and put the toy into my hand… “Join the party when you’re ready,” she said as she walked away. #Erotictales #lesbianstories #threesomestories #eroticliterature #sensualliterature #arousingliterature #sexytalks #naughtytalks #sexychronicles #eroticfiction Erotic tales narrated by Vicky, lesbian threesome stories, erotic sensual arousing literature, sexy naughty talks chronicles, erotic fiction,

La Guerra de Maduro 2013 por Rodulfo Gonzalez La Guerra del Dictador Nicolas Maduro: Contra Comunicadores Sociales y Medios en el año 2013 La falta de papel promovida por la Corporación Editorial Alfredo Maneiro indujo la censura en algunos periódicos. Igualmente muchos periódicos del interior del país y de Caracas, para poder superar la escasez de insumos, se vieron obligados a reducir sus páginas o pasar de diarios a semanarios. Aumentaron los casos de persecución judicial de opiniones o informaciones o la prohibición expresa de hacerlo, lo cual, según expresó el Instituto Prensa y Sociedad, indicó un patrón restrictivo del ejercicio del derecho a la libertad de expresión.

Chavez no fue Bolivariano, por Rodulfo Gonzalez “Por sus obras los conoceréis”, afirmó san Mateo (7,15-20). Este versículo bíblico me servirá de guía para demostrar que el teniente coronel (r) Hugo Chávez Frías no fue bolivariano, sino todo lo contrario, es decir, un fanfarrón y charlatán que se valió de la figura del Padre de la Patria para engañar, en su nombre, a millares de venezolanos humildes que vieron en él al líder que los redimiría de la injusticia social, pero no fue así, ya que cuando irrumpió violentamente en la historia política contemporánea usando las armas de la República para derrocar a un presidente constitucional, acto contrario a la doctrina bolivariana, la calidad de vida del venezolano de a pie, con un precio del barril de petróleo muy bajo, era superior a la que después tendría cuando en 1999 llegó a la presidencia del país. Como por arte de magia, poco después de la llegada de Chávez al poder los ingresos petroleros se elevaron como nunca, pero el pueblo no se benefició de esa bonanza que le llegaba en migajas al sector de la población asociado al partido gobernante.Antes de su llegada a la Presidencia de la República los venezolanos éramos felices y no lo sabíamos. Él se propuso convertir a Venezuela en el mar de la felicidad, como Cuba. Según afirmó en TalCual Leonardo Márquez el 10 de noviembre de 2020, ese “Mar de felicidad” existe para los burócratas, pillos, corruptos y narcotraficantes”. Vladimir Gessen recordó en la Web que Hugo Chávez, en marzo del 2000, no mintió cuando dijo “Cuba es el mar de la felicidad. Hacia allá va Venezuela…”. Gessen agregó: -Entre él y Nicolás Maduro lo lograron. Pero ¿Qué es el mar de la felicidad de Cuba? Menos de 16 años bastaron para que los venezolanos se igualaran con las penurias de los cubanos, en persecuciones políticas, en limitaciones a las libertades, en violaciones de derechos humanos, en miseria, pobreza, escasez de medicinas, carestía de alimentos, colas interminables, carencia de bienes y de servicios públicos, en hacer colas permanentes para recibir migajas de lo que haya, en apagones eléctricos, en crisis de salud y bienestar, en fin, en alcanzar lo que para Chávez era un “mar de felicidad”… La muerte, en diciembre de 2012 o marzo de 2013, no le permitió ver cumplido ese anhelo, que hizo realidad su heredero, el narcodictador Nicolás Maduro. NOTA: Al adquirir los libros en nuestra tienda obtiene ENVIO GRATIS en aquellos países donde funcione AMAZON, su compra es importante ya que parte de la ganancia es usada para ayudar a decenas de familias que padecen la Crisis Humanitaria en Venezuela, y al mismo tiempo está colaborando con la difusión de la verdad acerca de los Crímenes de Lesa Humanidad y violación de Derechos Humanos, que sufren a diario los venezolanos y que son opacados por el aparato propagandístico de la mal llamada “revolución bolivariana”. Simon Bolivar, Hugo Chavez, Venezuela, Chavez Bolivariano, Bolivariano, Dictadura en Venezuela, Nicolas Maduro, Revolucion Bolivariana, #SimonBolivar #HugoChavez #Venezuela #ChavezBolivariano #Bolivariano #DictaduraenVenezuela NicolasMaduro #RevolucionBolivariana

Vicky Erotic Tales #Erotictales #lesbianstories #threesomestories #eroticliterature #sensualliterature #arousingliterature #sexytalks #naughtytalks #sexychronicles #eroticfiction Almost every time she has fucked has been with girls of her own age, but secretly she keeps the desire to be with a veteran, who is completely heterosexual, she dreams that she conquers an older woman and that she is the first woman she fucks, the one who introduces her to the world of lesbian pleasures, and when she watches porn she always looks for the same thing, older women who are seduced by a girl younger than them, and when she finds that type of video she gets really angry, and she fantasizes that that girl is her, the one who conquers, the one who seduces, the one who makes her get horny and end up getting fucked. Really what makes her morbid the most is the part about her being heterosexual; She dreams of seducing her, with all kinds of tricks and that fantasy makes her terribly angry, makes her feel like a bitch who introduces whatever she wants into the exciting world of lesbian sex. That is very easy to think, and generates a lot of morbidity just thinking about it, but if you are going to make it come true, it is another story that sings; also because it is not only an elderly person, it also has to be an attractive woman, one of those who still arouse looks; and besides everything that she allows herself to be conquered, and of another woman. When thinking about all these things, everyone gets discouraged. How many women do you know who meet all these conditions? And she thinks about her friends’ moms; and Carmela’s is quite good, but since that lady is of a bad class, she is going to let the dogs be thrown away, the other mothers do not even feel like it. Think of her mother’s friends, but there is nothing to make a broth about. In short, making your fantasy come true feels like impossible, feeling like the furthest you can go is to keep fantasizing and masturbating to porn videos. The bad thing about these videos is that they further fuel the desire she has to make it happen; and the more she thinks about it, the more she becomes discouraged; But you don’t choose the things that take you away, they are there on their own, they are born with you and the only thing you can do is surrender to those desires whenever you have the opportunity, which, in this specific case, has not presented you with the slightest opportunity. And it’s not that with girls of the same age she doesn’t enjoy it; with them she rolls around deliciously, curls up and becomes a bitch in bed, and she does not lack sex; but what does she do with that atrocious desire that consumes her; every time she sees an attractive veteran, she mechanically thinks about how rich it would be to wallow with her, and repairs her from top to bottom, repairing her in the smallest details; and she fancies imagining her naked, running her fingers over her, kissing her, whispering the worst morbidities in her ear, making her pussy wet, making her angry; And every time that happens to her, she comes home eager to watch porn and get rid of her anger even if it’s masturbating. But as already said, the biggest dilemma of her fantasy is that the veteran has to be heterosexual, because if she wanted only the veteran, it would be very easy to satisfy her desire, going to a nightclub and seducing a mature lesbian, but no, her fetish focuses on the fact that she would be the first time that the veteran has lesbian sex, And how rich that would feel, she making her moan while she feels for the first time a woman making her feel a lot of pleasure, making her taste her first pussy, making her feel for the first time the taste of the juice in her mouth, as she would make her come a thousand times, making her so horny that she won’t stop asking for more. And to make matters worse, she does not share that secret with anyone, it is something that she keeps to herself, it is not known whether out of pity or selfishness, but that is something that only she knows and that is how she has to take it to the grave. One day Jackeline’s mother – our veteran adorer – asks her to take some papers to an uncle, very early in the morning, so when she arrives at her, they are barely up; the uncle’s wife is still in two-piece pajamas, and she finds it so provocative; What a beautiful veteran!, and although they are both friends, it was the first time I had seen her in those faces; and it crossed her mind that how fortunate her uncle was to have such a beautiful wife; And it was that she didn’t need anything, both body and face were beautiful. And when she entered the house and saw her like this, she couldn’t stop plotting what she always thought when she saw a veteran who caught her attention, and she thought about how rich it would be to take off those pajamas and leave her completely naked in her clutches, it would make her feel as if the husband had never made her enjoy; and her head kept scheming all the things she would do to her if she had the chance. Gaby and Jackeline started talking in the kitchen while she was making breakfast. Jackeline, who had been so excited looking, as well as looking rich, asked her when they were going to have some wine with her -thinking that, if the opportunity presented itself, at least she would steal a kiss from her-, and Gaby told her that taking advantage of the fact that her husband was going on a trip, why not spend the weekend with her that she was going to be so alone; Jackeline gladly accepted. If Gaby had looked into her eyes, she would have noticed that they were shining. The only dilemma Jackeline had was that she was her uncle’s wife, how was she going to go and conquer someone in the family, how was she going to do that to the uncle; although she realized that she was taking it for granted that she was going to fuck Gaby, her imagination was flying very high. And she came down from that cloud immediately. On the one hand, she was her uncle’s wife and on the other hand she had stopped being carried away by her imagination, knowing that Gaby only invited her to have a few wines and keep each other company, nothing more. And Jackeline, with her five senses well placed, thought that, if she saw the opportunity to seduce her as very distant, at least she would enjoy her company, because in any case, Gaby was a veteran and too beautiful. Gaby had a shirt with a lot of cleavage, which hinted a lot at her tits and white leggings that fit her body very well. Jackeline had a white dress, noticeably short that showed all her legs, and a “v” shaped neckline, which showed part of her breasts; Jackeline put on that sensual little dress so that Gaby could see her body. They began to drink and talk about trivial things, gossip and that if so-and-so this and so-and-so that, the most superfluous thing in a conversation, but when they reached the fourth bottle of wine, they were both quite animated and as almost always in adults when they are like this the conversation turns to the subject of sex. And the more they drank, the more daring Jackeline became. How do you feel, did you like rolling around with me? Jackeline asked. “Promise me that this is not going to be the only time, and I will answer you.” But if you are going to promise me, let it be for real. -I promise; I would not miss the slightest opportunity to be with you for anything in the world. -It’s difficult for me to put into words what I felt, when I finished watching that video you put I knew that I was going to let myself be seduced by you, although to be honest with the massage you were giving me on my feet, you had already conquered me. And regarding the question of whether I liked wallowing with you, the answer is: yes. Never in my life had I felt so angry, not even in the best years with my husband, I feel very much desired as you made me feel. -I’m going to confess something, with you I fulfilled the dream of my life, my fantasy was to wallow with a heterosexual mature woman, and from the day I came and found you in pajamas, I set myself the goal of conquering myself and wallowing with you, and now my fantasy came true. Are you happy with my uncle? Does he satisfy you in bed? -To be very honest, we hardly make love anymore, it is not like before, we already do it every fifteen days. But it is not like before, he comes and the show ends. But do you still feel like it, or have you already lost your appetite? No, on the contrary, now I feel more like it than before, I warm up just because I do not want to. “And then how do you calm the cravings? Do you have a waiter?” -Sometimes I want to get a young boy to take away these fevers. So, you are left with the desire? Don’t you do anything to lower your anger? Of course, I have, and I masturbate when I am alone, and I feel terribly angry. -And if what that makes you feel is enough, do not you need physical contact, I cannot live without sex and even, so I normally masturbate. -Of course I do need physical contact, but having nowhere else to take from, I am content with myself, which makes me have extraordinarily rich orgasms. But if you have sex, why do you masturbate? “Because I don’t fill myself with anything, I look like you who always live with desire. Sometimes after fucking really good when I get home, I get a horrible urge to masturbate, as if I had not been satisfied with the sex I had. And how often do you masturbate? “I don’t know what you think of me, but I confess that I do it almost daily; it’s just that I really almost always live with desire and my husband doesn’t seem to feel like it anymore; Since we fucked as a rich man before, I felt satisfied with what he did to me, and now relegated to a dildo. And how often do you masturbate? -We are in the same situation, almost daily, and then if I tell you, what will you think of me if I even know that I have sex I do it. “Well, how bad I can think of you if I’m in the same situation, that we’re a couple of very hot whores and that nothing fills us.” “What I do not understand is why you do not have a young man to do to you what your husband does not do to you, you are so beautiful that you easily rise up a gallant who will fall in love with you; and it can be very uncle and everything, but there is no right not to be satisfied, that’s also what the mouth is for. -The truth is that I don’t know why I don’t have a waiter, it must be because I am stupid and the truth is that I was not born for that kind of thing, I respect my husband a lot and I would not do that to her. And here between us, I have a little neighbor who looks at me with a face devouring me and has already complimented me several times, but I do not even determine; As I say, that kind of thing does not go with me. “What I see in all these is that this kind of works wonders because in your case I would not have one but two young men. Can you show me yours? I have never seen one, I masturbate the old-fashioned way, with my fingers. And Gaby stands up and Jackeline with the garment she has and how tight she is, repairs it from head to toe and thinks about how delicious she looks with those leggings. And she opens the fifth bottle of wine and refills the glasses, so that there is no lack of liquor that tonight is going to be mine, no matter how much of my uncle’s wife she is. And Gaby arrives with them, makes it vibrate and hands it to Jackeline, who puts it in her. “This feels delicious, no wonder you don’t even need a dick anymore,” Jackeline says while stretching out her hand and putting the dildo in Gaby’s pussy, “so you don’t say that I don’t make you enjoy.” “At least you’re worried about me enjoying myself,” receiving Jackeline in a and turning it off. -Speaking of pleasure, I love to massage my feet, lend me your feet that I think are unbelievably beautiful and I cannot wait to massage them. And already going for the fifth bottle of wine, which of the two feels more uninhibited; Jackeline is in her element, she is angry and knowing that her uncle does not please her, she no longer cares that she is her wife. Gaby brings her feet up on her lap and Jackeline begins to massage them. While this is happening, the wine continues to flow, as does the conversation. Feeling rich? Jackeline asks, “When was the last time you got a foot massage?” -This is the first time they have been massaged and it feels delicious. “But they have it very neglected. I am going to have to become your mentor to take care of you completely and make you enjoy yourself madly. -If in everything else you are going to make me feel like with this massage, I accept you at once. Do you really feel it is delicious? If so, I bet you are getting aroused too, the soles of the feet are an extremely sensitive area of the body, and you feel a lot of pleasure when you stimulate it. Tell me the truth, is this massage arousing you? If you feel uncomfortable, I stop. No, you are not going to stop it feeling delicious. Answer me one thing before I answer you. If the massage was arousing me, would you stop doing it? -I would not be shocked at all if you got excited, in fact, I would feel flattered to know that I’m making you enjoy, besides with how abandoned my uncle has you, relegated to a, it’s time for someone to take care of you. Now, answer me in all sincerity, are you feeling excited? -Since we started telling each other how we made each other feel pleasure. And now with the message you are giving me, I am excited about the pleasure you are making me feel. But please do not stop because it has been a long time since I felt so much pleasure; Now that I think about it, there is nothing like physical contact, you are making me feel what not even the makes me feel. “To all these, when you are giving yourself pleasure with the, what do you think of?” Do you like watching porn when you do it? -No, the truth is that I have hardly seen porn. When I masturbate my fantasy is that I get fucked by a bunch of strangers in a swinger bar and while they penetrate me, they make me suck a lot of cocks and then they all come on my face and on my tits. Almost all my fantasies include sex with strangers, it makes me truly angry to think that they make me fuck someone who treats me like a bitch and makes me do everything they want. You are the only person I have told that. I do not know what you can think of me, with those repressed desires that I have. Sometimes I feel like a bitch because I am almost always horny, and I give myself over to the pleasure of masturbation and my fantasies. -Thank you for telling me. I really do not think anything bad, on the contrary, you made me angry with what you told me, it seems to me that you are a repressed bitch. It is too bad that my uncle does not satisfy you, he does not know what he is missing. I wish I were my uncle right now and I would make you moan with pleasure all night. -You are already making me enjoy pleasure with that delicious massage you are giving me. Now I realize why I always live with desire because I need physical contact. -Whenever you want, you can count on me to make you feel even if it is a little pleasure, at any time you want. The wine continued to reach their mouths, and they were already on the sixth bottle, they were already quite drunk, they were both quite angry and they were getting deeper and deeper in telling each other the details of their desires. Gaby was incredibly happy that Jackeline was making her enjoy, she cared little that it was a woman who was making her feel that way. For her part, Jackeline was angry to know that she had a grudge against Gaby and was very morbid about everything she had confessed to her. -Now it is your turn to tell me what you think about when you masturbate. -I am just telling you that I like to masturbate watching porn, but I do not even tell you what I see because you are going to immediately reject me. -What? You are not going to be intimidated by telling me that you like lesbian porn; and forgive me if I am wrong, but from what you tell me it is the only conclusion I can reach. And you do not mind that, you tell me in the most natural way in the world, doesn’t that make you want me not to touch your feet anymore? -Not at all, and please do not stop touching my feet that have me on the verge of an orgasm. I only think one thing if what makes me morbid is to become a bitch giving myself to complete strangers, why should I think badly of you because you like to see two women giving themselves over to their desires. The truth is that I do not see anything wrong with that. But tell me in all honesty, what makes you angry about seeing two women fucking? -The sensuality with which they do it, the eroticism, the delicacy, the passion with which they kiss, with which they touch each other, how rich they give pleasure to each other, how they caress each other. That is pretty much what I like about lesbian porn. -It makes me curious; I have never seen two women fucking, what you tell me sounds overly sweet. For my part, what I imagine is that they penetrate me hard and treat me like a bitch, that they dominate me, and I must satisfy all the fantasies of someone who sees me as an object of pleasure. But I think about what you tell me and it sounds so good, it’s like the other side of the coin of my fantasies, to feel someone who cares about you, to caress your body, to make you feel pleasure, to give you a kiss, to make you come; that must be very rich. While this conversation was taking place, the liquor continued to flow, and the two continued to feel increasingly uninhibited, freer, with a great desire to feel pleasure. Jackeline was surprised that Gaby had disarmed her in that way, but above all to see that she had not cared at all about her lesbian inclinations, but on the contrary she had become curious, something that Jackeline was going to take advantage of fuck Gaby, or it would be Gaby who was going to fuck Jackeline. The only thing certain is that they were both, and Gaby was feeling a lot of pleasure with the massage at her feet, and Jackeline loved that Gaby asked her not to stop, and more with comments like: “you have me on the verge of an orgasm”. For Jackeline, those comments made her see that Gaby did not dislike having an orgasm, even if it was with her. Are you really curious, would you like to see two women pleasuring each other? I would love to have the opportunity for you to share that with me,” Jackeline asked excitedly. -The truth is that it sounds very tasty, and yes, it makes me very curious, especially because of what you don’t stop doing on my feet, you touch me with so much sensuality and make me feel so rich with it that I would like to see what you like so much. It is worth clarifying here that they were both already drunk and Gaby was letting herself be carried away by Jackeline because she had her crazy with that massage on her feet, and it is that Jackeline ran her thumb over the soles of her feet, separated her fingers, stretched them, squeezed the soles of her feet again with her knuckles; and to each caress of Jackeline, Gaby responded by sinking into more and more pleasure; and because of the delicacy with which she was touching her, she imagined that two women could do the same thing fucking; so with the rowdy curiosity, the drunkenness I had and the pleasure I felt with that massage; Gaby asked herself the following question: “What is Jackeline proposing to me, that she shows me those things in my body?” “And what do you propose to me that we should both see that together?” Gaby asked without giving Jackeline any ideas. -That we watch a porn video together, but on the condition that while we see it you let me continue caressing your feet. -Obviously, you must keep caressing my feet, I already told you that you have me on the verge of an orgasm. So, let us grab the wine and go to my room. Jackeline looked for the video, and since she had already seen them all, she chose one of the best ones where a young woman seduces a veteran, she did it with the idea of showing Gaby what she wanted them to do. Gaby sat against the back of the bed and Jackeline sat between her legs so she could continue massaging her feet. We are not going here to relate a porn video, the only certain thing about that moment was that they lived it in complete silence, not a single word came out of their mouths. Gaby was delighted, everything Jackeline had told her was true, that she was full of sensuality, of eroticism, that those kisses were delicious, she had never been kissed like this in her life, how they sucked each other’s necks so well, how well they sucked each other’s, I wish the husband would do at least half of that, but above all the idea that the veteran had been seduced by the young woman stuck in her. And she liked that very much. They returned to the living room and Jackeline was going to give herself up to the lust she felt; she continued massaging Gaby’s feet, but this time she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them, she ran her tongue over the soles of her feet and Gaby was already and drunk, she didn’t say a word to Jackeline, she let her do what she wanted with her feet as long as it gave her pleasure, so it was for a long time, licking those feet, making Gaby scold. Did you like what you saw, now do you understand what catches my attention about watching lesbian porn? Jackeline asked as she sucked her toes. -I really liked how much they made each other enjoy, how they tried to suck each other’s to give each other a lot of pleasure, the way they kissed; I have never been kissed like that. The truth is that I do understand you, I understand how much you enjoy watching those videos. That was all Jackeline wanted to hear, she stood up and sat down next to Gaby, took the glass of wine and took a big sip, turned her head and Gaby and Jackeline stared into each other’s eyes, they both knew what was going to happen and Jackeline put her lips on Gaby’s, she did it again and this time she bit her lower lip a little, Gaby closed her eyes and kissed Andrea back, they began to kiss slowly, Jackeline put her fingers inside Gaby’s hair and began to press her against her, they did not stop kissing, Gaby felt that Jackeline was giving her one of those kisses that she saw in the video, and indeed it was so. Jackeline was finally able to satisfy her fantasy and was going to make that video they saw come true, she was going to seduce Gaby until she gave herself completely to her; so she prolonged that kiss as long as she could, how rich it felt to be kissing Gaby, her mature heterosexual who was going to give herself to her dead of pleasure; she began to take off her shirt, she let herself be seduced as in the video, unbuttoned her bra, began to kiss her neck and touch her tits. Gaby felt possessed by the sweetest, she was going to let herself be seduced as in the video and she was going to give herself to the pleasure that Jackeline made her feel. He began to suck her tits, she began to moan, first softly, and the more she sucked her tits the harder she moaned. Jackeline had no lust, lust had Jackeline; and it was no wonder, so much so that she had thought about it at this moment, seeing it unattainable, fantasizing, only being able to reach it in videos and masturbating, feeling frustrated by an impossible, something that only became real in fantasy; and now it was there, making it come true, as I had dreamed of it so much and best of all, repeating the same thing they had seen in that video; It was a magical moment, it seemed impossible that was now being possible. Gaby opened her eyes again, as if she had suddenly returned to reality, she remembered the video and as she had seen in it, she began to undress Jackeline, she unzipped her dress and took it off and she could see Jackeline’s body, she took off her bra and kissed her again, and they gave each other long kisses, while their hands ran over their bodies; Jackeline bent down and took off Gaby’s leggings, she looked so provocative with those cheeks, that Jackeline grabbed her ass and pressed her against her while they continued kissing; Gaby paid attention to what Jackeline was doing and copied it, so she put her hands on Jackeline’s ass and pressed her against her. Jackeline moved away from Gaby a little so she could observe her well, and she remembered that day when she saw her in pajamas and now she had her there with only a few cheeks and she wanted to be made to enjoy, what a delight!, finally her little mother, and she looked so sensual, so provocative, so given over to pleasure, with an open mind after having seen that video; She already knew what had to be done, she saw it clearly, she memorized it and she was putting it into practice. Jackeline would come back and kiss her again because she was very aware of what Gaby had told her, that she had never been kissed like that, and that’s how Jackeline was going to kiss her, long kisses, wet kisses, passionate kisses; and while they continued kissing Jackeline put her hands inside Gaby’s panties and her fingers did the magic, while she moved them in that pussy she made Gaby moan; how delicious her veteran moaned, with muffled sounds that intermingled with her breathing. How long Gaby had spent waiting for them to make her enjoy herself like this; and without stopping moving her fingers she sucked her tits again and made her come, how delicious she squeezed that ass while she came; Jackeline knelt down and took Gaby’s thongs and dragged her to the room, laid her on her back, spread her legs and began to run her tongue over her thighs, she slowly approached her pussy, kissed her pubis, kissed the lips, kissed the clitoris and then sticking out that tongue made it go all over her pussy, she put her whole pussy in her mouth and sucked it, sucked her clit, sucked her ass, enjoyed her completely while she heard her moan with screams that intermingled with her breathing, until with a muffled scream she squeezed her ass again while she was coming. Jackeline kissed her again and Gaby looked for her pussy and put her fingers under her thongs and ran it all the way through, she sat down and laid Jackeline down while she got on top of her, sucked her breasts, put her fingers in her, took them out wet and made them run all over her pussy; and with her fingers inside, she began to suck her; now it was Jackeline who moaned, she moaned nonstop, she grabbed her tits, she squeezed them, she bit her lips, she moved her pussy nonstop, you didn’t have to be a fortune teller to know that Jackeline was exploding with pleasure with her veteran’s caresses, and she moaned so much, and she rolled so much that all the lust that had her imprisoned, She burst into an incredible orgasm that reached her core, and she was left lying on the bed with her breath shortness of breath unable to speak. And Gaby got on top of her and began to kiss her, she brought her lips closer and when the other was going to kiss her she took them off, with a smile of satisfaction, she came back and did the same, until Jackeline took her by the head and finally they kissed. Jackeline took Gaby in her arms and began to pamper her, that is what she wanted to do with her veteran. 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Vicky Erotic Tales #Erotictales #lesbianstories #threesomestories #eroticliterature #sensualliterature #arousingliterature #sexytalks #naughtytalks #sexychronicles #eroticfiction Tiffany only likes young girls despite being a mature woman; they are one of those things that you do not choose but come with one genetically. She tried to have relationships with women of the same age but feels bored with them, takes it as a kind of laziness, a lack of care that dominates it; it is not her fault; there are things that one is born with and one cannot get rid of them no matter how much you want. Tiffany is forty-five years old; since she hasn’t had children her body is preserved intact; she is an attractive mature woman; she has a good average height, she is thin, the color of her skin is white; her hair is reddish and waft; her most characteristic trait is her face; she has very large blue eyes; the only bad thing about her face is that the wrinkles of age are already noticed; however she is still attractive, especially for that skin so white that she has to see it very sensual; following down her long neck is, which gives her an air of elegance and distinction; she has thetic, neither large nor small; they have the ideal size for the proportions of it, are large enough to excel her chest, and for this and by the shoulders it is completely sinful, the freckles of her breasts, they make her look very sensual, as she is so white all the freckles of her body make her look more beautiful; her ass is not round but wide, but it is large enough to excel on her back; she has the hips well marked but has no wasp waist, which makes her hips not tick enough, but when you see her naked if you can see her hips well; her legs are thin, it does not have the thick thighs; let’s say that another defect it has is that it has weak legs; the feet are small; and her hands are small and delicate; something that also makes her look very sensual is that on the back of her neck has beautiful very thin ones that look completely beautiful; another thing that does not favor her very much is that she is always in jeans and shirt, which does not let appreciate the curves of her body. But since her biggest attraction is the face; one falls in love with seeing her only on her face; she doesn’t throw too much makeup; her face is so beautiful that she doesn’t need makeup to look pretty; besides her skin is so white doesn’t lend herself much to make-up; several times she tried to make her, but she ends up looking like a clown; her lips have a very red color that is not worth painting; that’s why she learned from a very young woman to look her face to the natural; and I was forgetting; she has red eyebrows like her hair, and keeps them very well waxed; her eyelashes although they are long by the yellow color they have cannot be appreciated very well; but they compensate her enormous blue eyes that make her look very beautiful; her look inspires tenderness, so feels one when looking at it; as in front of a tender person. In short she is very beautiful; and because of the way she dresses, she has a youthful air; but when she tells the girls her age; they are discouraged because she is many years old and a young girl wants to be with a young person too; and there are young women who want to be with a mature person, but Tiffany asks a question: where do those young women hide? that she has not been able to find with the first one. And to get back to the issue we care about; it is that for other mature women like her, Tiffany looks irresistible, but for the young women she so much wants, she is old. But what else can Tiffany do?, with nature there is no way to fight; when it comes to women, her heart shoots when she has a young girl next to her; she gets uproar like a butterfly; she feels alive and cheerful; the only hope Tiffany has is to wait until she gets touched down with the young girl who loves a veteran like her; it’s all she can do; she likes to go to gay nightclubs in search of a young woman who falls in love with her; but almost all the girls she has met, end up becoming friends when she reveals her age. And it is why Tiffany is frustrated, she has been alone for many years; nothing that gets a partner; her only comfort for those nights of solitude in which she lonely wants a young girl who accompanied her, is masturbation; who can do more with the reef that consumes her; she is addicted to porn; she considers herself watching those videos of young girls fucked by a mature woman who conquers them; it is Tiffany’s fantasy; and she consoles herself in those videos seeing the bodies of young people she so much desires. I wish life were like in porn movies; I wouldn’t stop fucking young girls day and night. Tiffany’s problem is that she is very lustful; all the time she feels snacks; and from a very young age she was like this and she fucked a lot for how beautiful she was; she never lacked women to fuck, and all the girls she fucked with were young like her; but from the thirty-five it became increasingly difficult to find young girls. So, Tiffany is doomed to loneliness; no young girl who could meet does not want to be with a mature woman; and Tiffany only sits down with young girls. So that she can turn this matter around more; Tiffany is resigned to wandering around this world in complete solitude; so, there they have it; that is Tiffany. To change a little subject; Tiffany is a graphic designer; she is excellent at what she does; and after so many years of being alone; Tiffany fully got into her profession and became one of the best designers of her company; she receives constant flattery from her bosses and clients for the quality of her work. In their company they constantly receive practitioners who go there to get experience; they are usually young boys who have just left university or who have almost left it. They had recently received a noticeably young girl. That is how Tiffany imagined her to be a couple of hers. Orianne was small, thin; with clear but not white skin but with a small cinnamon touch; monkey hair that reached her as much as half of her back, completely smooth; normal size of eyes but with a beautiful green color; nose of poma, as a round on the tip; big mouth with the down lip very large and the one above thin but with perfect curves; very small butt, legs very large, small hands, very small and well defined; the same were the feet, very small, it was known because they were very small. Tiffany fell in love with her from the first moment she saw her. He took her as her protégé; she helped her everything she could to polish her and make her learn from the best of the company. They became particularly good friends; Orianne had a deep respect for Tiffany; which Tiffany took advantage of to earn her confidence; Tiffany’s goal was to conquer her little by little, gaining her confidence more and more; until she made her feel a deep affection for her. And Tiffany achieved her task; Orianne spoke to her in a very special way; she always came in the mornings and went to Tiffany’s post to greet her with a kiss; she told her the smallest things of her life, Tiffany became her confidant; there was nothing in Orianne’s life that Tiffany did not know. Tiffany knew that this was the right time to take the next step; Tiffany invited her to spend a weekend at her house; Orianne accepted without hesitation, in fact she felt very close that she had the detail of inviting her home. “You to me are a very special person; that’s why I want to spend more time with you, and you don’t know the joy that gives me that you’ve accepted without thinking too much,” Tiffany said as she passed her fingers through Orianne’s hair. You’d do it with me again? “Yes, I would repeat it again,” Orianne confessed. And so, dead of happiness for what had happened, and in the hope that it would be repeated, Tiffany lay Orianne’s head on her chest and caressing her face the two fell asleep after having felt so much pleasure. Tiffany, the one who must feel happy is me, you do not know how honored I feel that you want to spend more time with me. You are an incredibly special person to me too and you cannot imagine how much I love you. That was precisely what Tiffany had hoped for so long; that Orianne told her that she loved her; it was the first time she had told her; and she knew how to choose well the time to take the next step with her. Tiffany planned to do what all lesbians do when they want to fuck a hetero; she was going to get drunk to the point that she did not resist and end up fucking her completely uninhibited, victim of alcohol. “Like you came as cute; you don’t magic how beautiful you look,” Tiffany told Orianne when she entered her house. Tiffany always did the same every time I saw her; and she did not miss the slightest opportunity to do so. Orianne loved it when she told her that, it made her feel exceptionally beautiful and special. That is exactly what Tiffany is looking for with it, earning her affection. And as she had planned so; since Orianne arrived, she kept filling the cup; she was incredibly happy that Orianne felt happy, and she kept thanking her for having invited her. The one who would have to thank you is you; you cannot imagine how lonely I feel, Tiffany confessed… So henceforth you can count on me to accompany you; I do not want to think that my best friend feels lonely and sad having me to accompany her. Orianne was very talkative; and since she sat, she would not stop telling Tiffany things; she took a song; then she got involved in another and there was no one to shut her up; Tiffany’s only concern was that her cup was never empty. It was already one in the morning; Orianne’s voice could be heard a little tangled by everything she had drunk. Tiffany took command of the conversation and asked: Have you ever kissed a woman? -Yes, once at a party… “And what did you feel?” Tiffany asked. ‘It felt extraordinarily hot; it was the softest and most delicate kiss I have ever felt in life. And have you ever thought of being with a woman? Did Tiffany insist on the subject… I am going to confess something to you; I once saw a porn video of lesbians and it made me feel very curious. “And what did you like most about that video?” Tiffany asked with great curiosity. When the little ones started sucking. And you masturbated while you were watching that video? Did Tiffany keep asking with more and more curiosity– The truth is, I do masturbate, and I came. I am going to confess to you something that only you are going to know. I like watching lesbian videos when I masturbated, Tiffany said… “And what do you like when you see those videos?” asked Orianne, surprised. The sensual way they treat each other. “And would you like to kiss a woman again?” Tiffany asked, evaluating the ground. Yeah, I would do it again. I dare you to kiss me. Said Tiffany. “Are you really challenging me to kiss you?” Orianne asked. Yeah, I want to know what it is like to kiss a woman, and I would like this to be with you, because I have a lot of confidence on you. Wouldn’t you be able to satisfy your best friend’s curiosity? It is just a kiss. And it is with me, not with a stranger. I ask you because you are the only person with whom I am so confident. “Would you really like me to get you out of curiosity?” Orianne asked. Yes, you are the only one I would ask. Please get me out of curiosity. I challenge you to do it. “Just because I’m drunk, I’m going to do it,” Orianne agreed… But it is a real kiss, not a little bit. Okay, I accept your challenge,’ Orianne agreed again. Tiffany sat on her side; she brought her mouth closer to Orianne’s; she also approached hers and began to kiss. Tiffany put her hand on her neck so it would not go to take off from her mouth. It was a long kiss, Tiffany put her tongue in Orianne’s mouth, and she sucked it. Orianne finished the kiss. “What did you think you’d kiss another woman?” asked Orianne. I thought it was wonderful, I have never felt such an amazing kiss. I want to repeat it, but it will last longer this time. And without waiting for Orianne to say anything; Tiffany put her lips on hers and they began to kiss again; she was the first to use her tongue; Orianne imitated her and began to bump her tongues; Tiffany put her hands on Orianne’s back and began to caress her, let her down until she felt her ass and squeezed it big, she had it again, raised her hands again and with the finger bud she stroked her neck. Orianne finished the kiss again but this time Tiffany put her lips on her neck and started sucking it, letting her tongue go through it; Orianne began to feel excited, that tongue on her neck made her feel torrents of pleasure all over her body; despite how drunk she was; she felt it was better to stop and told Tiffany: We’d better stop. “Isn’t what we’re doing feel good?” asked Tiffany. Yes, it does feel extraordinarily great, but I feel weird. Don’t think of quitting; just relax and let your body enjoy my caresses Tiffany put her tongue back on Orianne’s neck, began to climb until again her lips met; kissed again; this time Tiffany put her fingers under her shirt and began to explore while kissing her; Orianne let herself be taken away from the pleasure that was wrapping her and surrounded her with her hands, putting them on her back; Tiffany knew she was excited, so she put her hands on Orianne’s buttocks and began to gently squeezed them, she let out a groan; Tiffany took one of Orianne’s hands and put it on her buttocks; she began to squeeze them too while Tiffany kept squeezing hers; this time Orianne didn’t finish the kiss; Tiffany ventured further and put her hands under the shirt and carried them until she felt her breasts, then put them under the brasier and started playing with her nipples; Tiffany had to venture as hard as she could; it was impossible to know how excited she was. Tiffany started putting her shirt up to get her out; Orianne threw her back a little and raised her hands to let it away; she imitated her friend and took hers from her and kissed her again; Tiffany put her hands on her back and took her brasier off; Tiffany could finally see her beautiful breasts, they were small, as she liked; she put her hands on their and let her fingers caress her nipples; Tiffany stopped kissing her and started sucking her neck while caressing her tits; she let her tongue slide down and put her mouth on them, Orianne groaned again, but this time she didn’t stop moaning; she felt good about what was going on; at least she didn’t resist; she let herself calmly suck the breasts for a long time; Orianne took off Tiffany’s brasier and put her hands on her boobs again; she felt them soft, it was exiting to touch them; and as she did kiss her again; Tiffany felt very horny of Orianne’s sweet caresses in her boobs; she felt in the clouds having Orianne rested at her feet; so she put her hands on Orianne’s ass and pushed her towards her. Orianne took the initiative and stopped touching Tiffany’s boobs, put her mouth on them and began to suck them, with a delicacy that dragged her more. Tiffany could not hold up the desire to touch Orianne’s pussy, so it was above the jean, so she let her hand slide from her abdomen until she got to her pussy and started squeezing it; Orianne started moving every time she felt her friend’s fingers putting pressure. “Do you like how I’m touching your pussy?” “Yes, I snatch you?” asked Tiffany, while she was still massaging Orianne’s pussy. Yes, it feels too pleasant. Orianne’s reaction to that question was to kiss her again. Tiffany unbuttoned her jean, lowered her closure; and before removing her clothes, she let her fingers slide inside the jean; she felt her panties, put her fingers underneath, almost immediately found her clitoris and began to massage her; Orianne began to moan harder; at that moment Tiffany no longer felt the slightest insecurity about what was going to happen from there on; she pulled her hand out of Orianne’s pants; she made her sit; she took her shoes off. And then put her back on her feet, lowered her jeans and took them from her; Orianne was left with only her panties. “You can’t imagine how beautiful you look,” Tiffany said again, looking at Orianne from head to toe-to-toe. You look unbelievably beautiful, too. Let me take your jeans off… Orianne took off Tiffany’s jeans and also watched her friend from head to toe, as she was made attractive to all her freckles, especially those that covered her chest and part of her breasts. I really like the freckles in your chest, Orianne said. “And what else do you like about me?” Tiffany asked– Your eyes and your boobs, I feel like sucking them. She grabbed her hand and took her to her room. Tiffany was happy; she achieved what she had been preparing for so long, how patient she was to be able to conquer Orianne’s affection; and just as she planned it, she came out; she finally had a young girl in her bed; after so many years of solitude; she would enjoy this moment and she was going to lengthen what she could; she was going to take Orianne’s hand and she was going to introduce her into the lesbian world guiding her with great delight; she lay her in bed and before she was looking at her; very beautiful; she became on top of her and began to kiss her gently; Tiffany wanted her to be held when she felt her soft lips touching her with a lot of delicacy; she passed through her neck and her tongue walked her; Orianne kept groaning and sighed hard; then she reached her little boobs; and Tiffany felt that the morbid possessed her; she was snatched by the small tits; and so she had Orianne very small; she let the pleasure dominate her and had a good time playing with these little boobs; she licked them; she sucked them; she bit them; she made them swell; how excited Tiffany felt, now it was the turn of making Orianne come in her mouth; she began by fingering on her pussy lips then she saw small patches of juice; Tiffany saw her so wet, she wanted to feel the taste of her pussy; she put her mouth on her lips and put them in and felt her flavor; she drew her tongue and walked all her pussy until she reached her clitoris; she concentrated the movements of her tongue on her; Orianne’s groans were sweet music to Tiffany’s ears; she sucked her clitoris tightly, with slight bites; she knew that this way she was going to make her come; and Tiffany was right; how many pussies had passed through her mouth?; they had been so many that after a while she lost her account; and without a stop sucking it; Orianne began to moan harder and harder, until she came in Tiffany’s mouth; just as she had so long wished; but what she enjoyed most was to see the way Orianne moved while she had her orgasm; she had begun to go up and down her little body, wallowing it in Tiffany’s mouth, which she fully enjoyed. Now I want you to sit in my mouth and stir on top of me as more pleasure than Tiffany’s most pleasure. Tiffany did not miss the opportunity to grab her huge ass, she started squeezing it and let her tongue go through all her pussy, from the bottom up; the juice that stuck from Orianne’s pussy was savored every time she reached her clitoris. Orianne answered those lovely licks by gently letting her pussy move in her friend’s mouth; and she began to moan again; Tiffany drew her tongue so that she could wallow as she wanted; and with every movement Orianne was making, harder she began to swing and more support her pussy against her mouth. Tiffany could not fit in the clothes; having Orianne like this was something that took her dreams; so much she had hoped that at that time you could no longer know if there was a way to get it more snapped than she was already. She let Orianne stir as she wanted, and she was making her very hot, Tiffany’s whole mouth was full of her juice, everywhere; she was really enjoying it, so that before she came, her movements were strong dressed as if she were left, her desired forces that rubbed her pussy in Tiffany’s mouth until she came back in her mouth. She let her finish wrap and sucked all her little pussy to taste the juice that had come out of her orgasm; and she asked Orianne: Did you come fully sweetheart? Asked Tiffany lying next to Orianne… It was too great. I have never had two orgasms so often. Now I want you to make me come. Would you like to suck my pussy?” asked Tiffany- Yes, I do. Would you come in my mouth too? “Everything you want beautiful,” Tiffany replied. Orianne stood aside Tiffany, began kissing her and lowered her hand to her pussy, ran her panties to one side, could feel her friend’s wet pussy and started massaging her; Tiffany began to moan; it was a fantasy made a reality, to feel her exploring her body, with those delicious kisses that were being given; she wanted this to never end, she wanted to feel her full body with her fingers, every corner of her body. Orianne went from her mouth to her breasts; without taking the hand from her pussy; she sucked them delicious, played with her tongue on them, sucked them, seemed an expert in the art of giving pleasure. Then she took the panties off; Tiffany wanted to feel Orianne’s mouth in her pussy. “Now you sit on me, I’m very morbid to think that you stir on top of me,” Orianne said. Orianne lay down, Tiffany sat down, putting her pussy in her mouth; Orianne pulled out her tongue and started moving her shyly. -Orianne, I want you to pass your tongue all over my pussy, Tiffany called for… Orianne pulled out her tongue more and went through Tiffany’s pussy. When you get to my clitoris, I want you to suck it, Tiffany followed. And Orianne did what her friend was asking of her, she ran through all her pussy with her tongue, and when she came to the clitoris, she gave her a strong suck; Tiffany would not stop moaning; before wallowing in that sweet mouth she would let her explore with all her tongue. I want you to stir in my mouth too, I want it, Orianne asked. Tiffany started moving immediately, wanting to please all the wishes of her beautiful friend. Orianne pulled out her tongue and let her friend pass her whole pussy against her, she had her very excited to hear her moan, she loved the idea of having her enjoying herself; it was the first time she had her enjoyed another woman and that excited her. Tiffany was so snatched that it took Orianne for a brief time to get her to come. For a moment Tiffany began to move frantically over her friend’s mouth and with a loud groan, she supported her pussy with all her strength in her mouth and came. Tiffany laid on top of her; with her tongue licked all the juice that had been stuck in Orianne’s mouth and gave her a kiss for both to taste the juice. Did you like the taste of my juices? I loved yours, Tiffany revealed… Yeah, I really liked it. It is the first time I have tried it. I hope it is not the last time, Tiffany said with a smile on her lips. Tiffany sat down and sat Orianne between her legs. She began to touch Orianne’s tits and suck her neck; when she heard her groan again, she put her hand in her pussy and began to massage the clitoris; Orianne kept groaning with pleasure; she had a very sensitive pussy and her friend’s fingers made her have strong runaways of pleasure, then began to penetrate her, she slide her fingers inside Orianne and she started to groan and sighed non-stop; Tiffany pulled her wets fingers out of the pussy of her friend and massaged the clitoris again; then she plunged them again; Tiffany delighted herself watching Orianne’s body twist while giving her pleasure; so she wanted to have her – joking in her hands -; Orianne twisted very hard and said to Tiffany: Don’t stop, please. And as she came Tiffany put her fingers harder on Orianne to have a long orgasm. She pulled her fingers out of the pussy and put them in her mouth to Orianne who sucked them; it was the first time she tried her own juice. What a delight, what an emotion; Tiffany could not have more happiness by ripping huge orgasms of Orianne, and she let herself be taken by the hand to enjoy the lesbian pleasures. Tiffany moved toward Orianne and intertwined her legs so their pussies could be touched. Both were so wet that their little ones slipped very gently on each other; Tiffany moved more and more forcefully, the two groaned at the same time; while they did, they gave themselves a passionate kiss and she couldn’t stand it anymore and she came while giving herself that sweet kiss. Tiffany was extremely sensitive and could not continue to wallow, but noticed that Orianne had not come; so, she separated her legs, put the fingers in her pussy and began to suck her clitoris. She noticed that with her fingers she was touching Orianne’s exact point of pleasure because she began to moan extremely hard as her friend penetrated her; and within minutes of making her enjoy; Orianne writhed again among loud groans as she enjoyed her orgasm. Tiffany looked for her mouth again and kissed her. Then she asked Orianne: Did you like what we did? “Yes, I enjoyed it too much,” Orianne replied. You’d do it with me again? “Yes, I would repeat it again,” Orianne confessed. And so, dead of happiness for what had happened, and in the hope that it would be repeated, Tiffany lay Orianne’s head on her chest and caressing her face the two fell asleep after having felt so much pleasure. 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Why Maslow by Juan Rodulfo Why Maslow? How to use his Theory to stay in Power Forever by Juan Rodulfo Did you know that: The 1996 World Summit on Food Security declared that “food should not be used as an instrument for political and economic pressure”. According to the International Center for Trade and Sustainable Development, failed agriculture market regulation and the lack of anti-dumping mechanisms cause much of the world’s food scarcity and malnutrition. “Before a student’s cognitive needs can be met, they must first fulfill their basic physiological needs.

El Asesinato de Fernando Alban por Rodulfo Gonzalez El asesinato del concejal, por el Municipio Libertador, Fernando Albán, ocurrido el 8 de octubre de 2018, fue la segunda víctima de una trilogía de crímenes de lesa humanidad cometidos por la narcodictadura de Nicolás Maduro, que tuvieron relevancia nacional e internacional, la cual comenzó el 15 de enero de 2018 con el asesinato del inspector del Cuerpo de Investigaciones Científicas, Penales y Criminalísticas, Óscar Pérez, durante la siniestra Masacre de El Junquito, que ya estudié y publiqué y, finalmente, el crimen del capitán de navío Rafael Acosta Arévalo. Los dos últimos asesinatos tienen en común que sus muertes fueron productos de salvajes torturas nunca conocidas en Venezuela y a los autores materiales se les aplicó, al juzgarlos, el Código Penal y no La Ley Especial para Prevenir y Sancionar la Tortura y Otros Tratos Crueles, Inhumanos y Degradantes surgida del seno de la Asamblea Nacional presidida por Diosdado Cabello el 4 de julio de 2013, con vigencia a partir de su publicación en Gaceta Oficial de fecha 22 del mismo mes y año. Por fortuna esos delitos no prescriben y llegará el momento de la aplicación justa de la ley, aunque la ineficiente Corte Penal Internacional no ha atendido las múltiples que contra la narcodictadura de Nicolás Maduro por crímenes de lesa humanidad han formulado ante ese tribunal instituciones nacionales y multilaterales. Tampoco la instancia pertinente de la Organización de Naciones Unidas, a cuyos representantes en el país se les ha acusado de incumplir sus funciones y de habituales visitas al palacio de Miraflores. Para el fiscal general de la narcodictadura, Tarek William Saab, la muerte del concejal Fernando Albán tuvo como causal el suicidio, tesis que esgrimió sin haberse realizado una investigación independiente, pero para familiares, copartidarios, especialistas y el ex director del temible Servicio Bolivariano de Inteligencia Nacional (SEBIN) general Manuel Ricardo Cristopher Figuera, se trató de un asesinato, al ser arrojado su cuerpo al vacío desde uno de los pisos de la sede de ese cuerpo represivo en la plaza Venezuela, de Caracas. La ausencia del mal llamado defensor del pueblo, Alfredo Ruiz Angulo, como en todos los casos de violación de derechos humanos de los prisioneros políticos de la narcodictadura ventilados públicamente, fue notoria, lo cual no es de extrañar, porque esa ha sido la conducta adoptada por sus antecesores en el cargo, otro apéndice más del régimen. Luego de su detención, el 5 de octubre de 2018, apenas vivió tres días. Muerte rápida. Es el propósito de esta monografía visibilizar para la lectoría la mayor parte de los datos que sobre ese caso yacen almacenados en diferentes espacios virtuales de la Web. NOTA: Al adquirir los libros en nuestra tienda obtiene ENVIO GRATIS en aquellos países donde funcione AMAZON, su compra es importante ya que parte de la ganancia es usada para ayudar a decenas de familias que padecen la Crisis Humanitaria en Venezuela, y al mismo tiempo está colaborando con la difusión de la verdad acerca de los Crímenes de Lesa Humanidad y violación de Derechos Humanos, que sufren a diario los venezolanos y que son opacados por el aparato propagandístico de la mal llamada “revolución”. Concejal Fernando Alban, Venezuela, Crimen de Lesa Humanidad, Fernando Alban, Alfredo Ruiz Angulo, Derechos Humanos, Diosdado Cabello, General Gonzalez Lopez, Gustavo Gonzalez Lopez, HNestor Reverol, Nicolas Maduro, SEBIN, Tarek William Saab, #ConcejalFernandoAlban #Venezuela #CrimendeLesaHumanidad #FernandoAlban #AlfredoRuizAngulo #DerechosHumanos #DiosdadoCabello #GeneralGonzalezLopez #GustavoGonzalezLopez #NestorReverol #NicolasMaduro #SEBIN #TarekWilliamSaab

En Busca de Asilo por Juan Rodulfo El derecho de asilo (a veces llamado derecho de asilo político, de la antigua palabra griega ἄσυλον) es un antiguo concepto jurídico, según el cual una persona perseguida por el propio país puede ser protegida por otra autoridad soberana, como otro país o funcionario eclesiástico, quien en la época medieval podía ofrecer santuario. Este derecho ya fue reconocido por los egipcios, los griegos y los hebreos, de quienes fue adoptado en la tradición occidental. René Descartes huyó a los Países Bajos, Voltaire a Inglaterra y Thomas Hobbes a Francia, porque cada estado ofreció protección a los extranjeros perseguidos.

órganos represivos de la narco dictadura asesinaron a 93 manifestantes, Óscar Pérez, Inspector del Cuerpo de Investigaciones Científicas, Penales y Criminalísticas, lanzó un ataque desde el helicóptero que tripulaba contra las sedes del Tribunal Supremo de Justicia y el Ministerio del Interior, Justicia y Paz, sin herir ni matar a nadie. Una operación limpia para mostrar su descontento contra un régimen usurpador y forajido que no respeta la Constitución y ha sumido a los venezolanos, adrede, en la peor crisis humanitaria de toda la historia del país, incluyendo la etapa colonial, la guerra de independencia y las intestinas, una vez alcanzada ésta. Producto de esa crisis son la diáspora, sin estar en un conflicto bélico convencional, fenómeno desconocido en Venezuela hasta la llegada del socialismo del siglo XXI, la demolición del signo monetario y del salario, la reaparición de enfermedades que ya habían sido erradicadas, como la difteria, la malaria y la tuberculosis, el deterioro de los servicios de salud y educación, la escasez de medicamentos y productos alimenticios, etc. Venezuela fue el primer país del mundo en eliminar la pena de muerte, mediante un decreto emitido por el presidente de la República Juan Crisóstomo Falcón en 1863 y recogido en la Constitución de 1864 y las siguientes, incluida la de diciembre de 1999, cuyo artículo 350 fue invocado por el funcionario policial para rebelarse contra el usurpador. Pues bien, Nicolás Maduro, quien no ha podido demostrar su ciudadanía venezolana, contrariando la Constitución que también firmó, decretó la muerte de Pérez, para él y los miembros de su Equipo considerado “terrorista” y “fascista”, pero para los sectores democráticos del país y del mundo, un Héroe, un Mártir, un Idealista que en aras de del bienestar colectivo y las libertades ciudadanas, fue capaz de sacrificar su carrera profesional, su familia y su propia vida. Las órdenes, que no debieron cumplirse por arbitrarias y fuera de la ley, las emitió el usurpador tanto el 27 de junio, fecha de la rebelión, como en el desarrollo de la Operación Gedeón el 15 de enero de 2018 que tuvo como fatal desenlace, con el uso desmesurado de armas bélicas prohibidas universalmente para tales eventos, el asesinato de Pérez y los luchadores que lo acompañaban. No mintió el entonces mayor Rafael Bastardo Mendoza, que hizo honor a su apellido el día del asesinato, cuando en las conversaciones que sostuvo con éste afirmó que la orden que tenía era matarlo. Antes y durante los eventos trágicos de ese día Maduro había ordenado en cadena nacional de radio y televisión “echarle plomo parejo, compadre” a todo el que se alzara contra su gobierno. Fue un hecho público y notorio esa orden anticonstitucional, porque en Venezuela, al menos teóricamente, no existe la pena de muerte, Fue un crimen cometido ante las miradas estupefactas de venezolanos y extranjeros, repudiado por personalidades, instituciones de defensa de los derechos humanos, medios de comunicación social, gente del pueblo, el parlamento nacional, los partidos políticos democráticos y gremios. Ese día, conocido como la Masacre de El Junquito, la narco dictadura asesinó a un Inspector del Cuerpo de Investigaciones Científicas, Penales y Criminalísticas, con una hoja de servicio impecable, que la propaganda oficialista calificó de terrorista, entró por la puerta grande de la historia política contemporánea un mártir, un soldado del pueblo, un héroe popular que sacrificó su vida en aras de la democracia venezolana. NOTA: Al adquirir los libros en nuestra tienda obtiene ENVIO GRATIS en aquellos países donde funcione AMAZON, su compra es importante ya que parte de la ganancia es usada para ayudar a decenas de familias que padecen la Crisis Humanitaria en Venezuela, y al mismo tiempo está colaborando con la difusión de la verdad acerca de los Crímenes de Lesa Humanidad y violación de Derechos Humanos, que sufren a diario los venezolanos y que son opacados por el aparato propagandístico de la mal llamada “revolución bolivariana”. Oscar Perez, Masacre de El Junquito, Operacion Gedeon, Diosdado Cabello, Inspector Oscar Perez, Mayor Rafael Bastardo Mendoza, Nestor Reverol, Nicolas Maduro, Operacion Genesis, Crimen de Lesa Humanidad, Lesa Humanidad, Venezuela, Autoritarismo, Dictadura, #OscarPerez #MasacredeElJunquito #OperacionGedeon #DiosdadoCabello #InspectorOscarPerez #MayorRafaelBastardoMendoza #NestorReverol #NicolasMaduro #OperacionGenesis #CrimendeLesaHumanidad #LesaHumanidad #Venezuela #Autoritarismo #Dictadura

Grandes Interpretes del Bolero por Rodulfo Gonzalez Grandes Intérpretes del Bolero por Rodulfo Gonzalez El bolero, a lo largo de su más de un siglo de existencia, si se acepta como cierta la versión histórica que lo sitúa a finales del siglo XIX, no sólo aparece en los repertorios musicales de cantantes populares encargados de su difusión e innovación para que no desaparezca, y en el de los artistas especializados en otros géneros (jazz, rock, pop, salsa, son, etc.) sino también, aunque con menor intensidad, en el de intérpretes de la llamada música elitesca o académica.Las notas del bolero “Frenesí”, del compositor Alberto Domínguez, se escuchan en la famosa película “Casablanca”, que protagonizaron Ingrid Bergman y Humphrey Bogart, y “Bésame mucho”, de la compositora Consuelo Velásquez, ha sido interpretado, aparte de conocidos boleristas latinoamericanos, por “The Beatles”, André Rieu y Laura Engel, Andrea Bocelli, Andy Russell, Arielle Dombasle, Caetano Veloso, Cal Tjader y Carmen McRae, Carmen Consoli, Carmen McRae, Cesária Évora, Édith Piaf, Charlie Parker, Connie Francis, Dave Brubeck, Dean Martin, Diana Krall, Diane Schuur, Maynard Ferguson, Duncan Dhu, Elvis Presley, Ernesto Acher, Filippa Giordano, Francis Goya, Francisco Céspedes, Frank Pourcell, Frank Sinatra, Frankie Laine, Herb Alpert, Josephine Baker, José Carreras, Kenny G, Kylie Minogue, Louis Armstrong, Nana Mouskouri, Nat King Cole, Natalie Cole, Paco de Lucía, Paloma San Basilio, Paul Mauriat, Paul Butcher, Paul Anka, Plácido Domingo, Ray Conniff, Richard Clayderman, Sammy Davis Jr., etc.

One of the many interesting things Maslow noticed while he worked with monkeys early in his career was that some needs take precedence over others. For example, if you are hungry and thirsty, you will tend to try to take care of the thirst first. After all, you can do without food for weeks, but you can only do without water for a couple of days! Thirst is a “stronger” need than hunger. Likewise, if you are very very thirsty, but someone has put a choke hold on you and you can’t breathe, which is more important? The need to breathe, of course. On the other hand, sex is less powerful than any of these. Let’s face it, you won’t die if you don’t get it! Maslow’s hierarchy of needs is a motivational theory in psychology comprising a five-tier model of human needs, often depicted as hierarchical levels within a pyramid. In 2005, the wealthiest 20% of the world accounted for 76.6% of total private consumption. The poorest fifth just 1.5%. If the Governments in Association with Industry Leaders/Owners manage the wealth and Natural Resources around the world, then who is responsible of keeping the 80% of the Population dying of starvation and diseases on the two basic stages of the Maslow Pyramid of Needs? NOTE: By purchasing the books in our store you get FREE SHIPPING in those countries where AMAZON works, your purchase is important since part of the profit is used to help dozens of families suffering from the Humanitarian Crisis in Venezuela, and at the same time it is collaborating with the dissemination of the truth about the Crimes Against Humanity and violation of Human Rights, which Venezuelans suffer daily and which are overshadowed by the propaganda apparatus of the misnamed “Bolivarian revolution”. Product details: Paperback: 154 pages Language: English ISBN-10: 1730793010 ISBN-13: 978-1730793011 Product Dimensions: 6 x 0.4 x 9 inches Shipping Weight: 10.2 ounces Average Customer Review: Be the first to review this item Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,838,441 in Books #87490 in Politics & Government (Books) Maslow Theory, Maslow, Maslow and Politics, Why Maslow, Abraham Maslow, Maslow and Governments, Pyramid of needs, #MaslowTheory #Maslow #MaslowandPolitics #WhyMaslow #AbrahamMaslow #MaslowandGovernments #Pyramidofneeds