"Cause you're the neighbourhood whore I guess Rhoda," I explained, "That's why I pay twenty five dollars to fuck you every Friday," If I let you do it...for free like on Thursdays between four and four thirty would you love me then?" she asked."Why?" I asked."Beause old Dan Towers passed away and I got a half hour free." she suggested."Holy Moley," I shook my head in disbelief, "No one loves a whore Rhoda, that's why guys pay to fuck you, they just want a cunt to poke, ok, no offense, you. The bra covered more skin than one of her bikini tops would have, but that made no difference whatsoever to my prick, which sat up, trying to look at what my eyes could now see.She tossed the shirt aside and looked at her plate, and then down at her bra. Then she looked up at me.“I don’t want to get my bra stained either,” she said, calmly.She reached behind her in that way that makes it look like the woman has Gumby arms and my frozen aspect relaxed enough for me to pull in enough air in a. For a concise while, Stian stops pumping and siphoning his never-ending sperms into me and then he pauses for a shortly time to ask me, Are you enjoying this, Ragnhild? Be straight with me please. Of course, I am liking it so very much, Stian. I wish there were some lights on for you to see and read my face. It is all that you can ever need to tell the entire truth. All that I can ever need? Unerringly! I am being frank and genuine with you here. I love you so much, Ragnhild. I love you so much. Lena was by no means an overly emotional woman, yet here she was, crying one minute and practically ravaging him the next. His mind was torn; he desperately yearned to know what was going through her mind, yet was having an increasingly difficult time focusing on that as his cock grew harder. "Arion..." Lena began breathlessly, "I've been too afraid to tell you, but... I love you, too! I mean I'm in love with you. I've loved you all along, but I never... I didn't think you could..." she.