"Giovanni blushed and moved his hand away leaving Camille feeling more hopeless than ever. Gene wondered how Camille could deal with loving Giovanni a...d not having him respond back. Or how she could even be friends with the girl that Giovanni admired so much. Camille was a strong and beautiful woman and Gene knew what he had to do.Back at her apartment, Marissa lay in bed reading up on her history lesson. She heard Gene come in but he seemed very silent. She looked up at him and raised her. She would scream "Fuck me you motherfucker, fuck me right there".I jerked off to the sounds of her, fantasizing me being the one she was fucking.After my dad left, she went out.I did not see her again until the next night. She came home all drunk and d**gged up, looking like a total mess.I asked her if everything was ok, she looked at me me pure hatred in her eyes and asked " What the fuck is it to you"My head bowed in shame. I did not know how or if to reply.She said: why the fuck are you not. No. Only like my dad or my grandfather. Never the way you mean. Not until I kissed Allan."We continued to look into each other's eyes as I slowly leaned forward until our lips met. She didn't know what to do but she didn't try to turn away. I began to kiss her gently. We kissed like that for thirty seconds or so before I ramped it up a little. I stuck my tongue out just enough to lick her lips. She kept her lips pressed firmly together at first. But they gradually opened enough to permit me to. Alana looked every inch the vamp. ‘You know how much I love seeing you dressed like that, you naughty little bitch?’ Keylani said, walking towards her sister. ‘I suppose I should have something sexy on too!’ Alana embraced her sister, wrapping her arms around the taller girl and kissing her softly on the lips. ‘I bought this just for you, hoping we could play before you flew out. I love being sexy for you. YOU can stay naked.’ Keylani’s hands grazed the cheeks of her sister’s sexy ass as she.