”“Similar to what your relationship with Bethany has become?”“Something like that, I guess,” I said. “I suppose it will eventually turn ou... the same. Bethany’s need for my close, physical companionship is waning, pretty much as I expected it would.”“Your self-control in that particular matter has been outstanding.”“Do you realize what a disaster that would have become?”“I do. The question was, whether or not you realized, and if you could manage the situation properly.”“Oh, I knew. Remember. I want Qafira to come to my birthday dinner and afterwards, as is my right and privilege, I can choose who I want to fuck.” “Why not Tracey? Why not one of the boys? Bob or Frank or Terry?” “It’s Qafira I want.” “Qafira. Qafira. What a dumb name for a woman!” Qafira had a similar opinion about the names of all the people she’d met ever since she first arrived in Further Quitchland to teach Modern Languages. In fact, almost everything about this country was taking a lot of getting used to.. My fingers part her lovely pussy lips while my middle finger starts too slid in and out of her awesome fuck hole. She moans into my mouth, and the feeling is sensational. Her right hand grabs the back of my head to hold me closer to her, while her left hand reaches to her back and finds my hard dick still in-between her amazing ass. She takes hold of my cock and starts to slowly stroke my member, torturing me with her fingers. I pull my finger out of her tight cunt, which is greeted by a grunt. Let him figure it out."I had a nice time studying with you the other night," he said.Yes! I was getting a second chance."Me too. I was wondering if you were doing anything tonight." Well, I do have plans, but perhaps you'd like to come along. I'm going to see the wrestling team." Sure."What? Is there a more boring, nerdier sport? I wonder if we have a badminton team."Great. I'll stop by at six thirty and we can walk together to the Rec center."I've been driven on dates in a Rolls Royce. I've.