Since dad died, she works a lot, maybe too much. But, with nobody around, I just lay there, lost in the haunting and sensitive music. It felt good.I l...y there on my bed with the headphones on, and I relived that phone call with my brother. I thought about how he ended the call by complimenting me.I remembered him softly telling me, "I love your tiny little breasts, they are absolutely perfect." His soothing words voice kept repeating in my head, over and over again. It felt so good because knew. Hey. Honey, wake up.”Opening his eyes, the smell of the smoke instantly caught his attention, causing his cock to grow. Sessie was being naughty again.Sessie was a beautiful twenty-two-year-old woman. Large tits, thin waist, and long legs. She was well put together. Black bob-haircut with a soft neck and shoulders, she was a fetishist’s dream. Her face had a pure Norwegian look, with lips that were firm and full. Her hands were perfect. He would often watch her smoking hand grabbing his thigh. I went to try out for the Men’s Soccer team. I’ve been playing ever since I was a kid on dirt roads in Haiti. There’s no American who can play soccer better than me. Soccer is life. Soccer is what I dream of when I go to sleep and what I think about when I wake up. It’s not just my favorite sport. It’s the best sport in the world. Played on all continents. Let Americans enjoy their Football and all that. Soccer fans know what a real tough sport is. We don’t need silly helmets and pads. Haitian. I pressed her boobs very hard. She shouted and stopped doing things for a while. She saw me for a while. Then I said to her,We are in the road now, once we reach the farm house I will take you to a room and I will fuck you very hard. She accepted it and did not let her mood go down. I started driving the car again and while I was driving I wanted to make sure that her mood is not decreasing. So I touched her pussy in between the time I changed the gear and was giving making her to touch my.