Nude women. Swinging in Santana do Livramento
Horny women from Santana do Livramentos searching fuck me now The IntensityThe Passion. The Affair !.
.jpg)
.jpg)
.jpg)
.jpg)
.jpeg)
.jpg)
.jpg)
.jpg)
.jpg)
.jpg)
.jpg)
.jpeg)
.jpg)
.jpeg)
.jpg)
.jpg)
.jpg)
.jpeg)
.jpg)
.jpeg)
See other girls from Brazil: Nude women. Swinging in Camocim, Nude women. Swinging in Petropolis, Nude women. Swinging in Ariquemes
And Baeta acquired certain essential life knowledge from them. His great callings were women and books. Thus, he rose through the ranks quickly at the police department, and before long he was married to a girl with fine calves—a standard of female beauty of the time, destined to dominate the mainstream aesthetic of Rio de Janeiro for the rest of the century. Baeta was not a bad husband. But the influence of the orthodox street smarts from his childhood did not allow him to assume the risks of monogamy.
Therefore, besides his wife Guiomar—who was faithful and was coveted by all the neighbors—he also carried on about half a dozen affairs throughout the city: on Ajuda Street, on the Livramento Hill, and in the Largo da Lapa. He liked to frequent the House of Swaps, where he was quite successful with white women. And he became the client of about half a dozen nurses, even Fortunata herself—a fact that significantly influenced the investigation, as we shall see.
But it would have been a waste of time. The trick, therefore, was not to arouse their suspicions. So, practically the entire month of July was spent implementing the following strategy: Baeta frequenting taverns, making occasional trips to the port, and paying visits to the headquarters of the Rancho das Sereias on Camerino Street, where, with his broad shoulders and manly expression, he won over the head dancer and flag-bearer, who lived on Favela Hill.
The first incident that would change the course of our story happened in one of those old eateries on the slopes of Gamboa Hill, a meeting point for dockhands. He was blowing cigarette smoke up at the ceiling, his hat cocked to the side, decidedly dressed down—well below what the expert himself had seen him wearing on Ouvidor Street.
