She has a right to, and if she asks me now, I’ll tell her.”That as much as told Dad that he didn’t have a right to ask. She had to do something,...so she asked, “Okay, how much do you make?”“$89,280 a year this year. Those years start in August. That’s gross, of course.”“That’s more than a chicken colonel makes. Of course, he gets a nice house, too. You pay rent on this apartment.”“Yeah,” Craig said. “And I pay half of the health insurance. I put ten percent into a 401 (k), and the company puts. I was studying in Boys School and had no scent of women but I was very interested in sex but had no chance of having it. I used to go for our village festival to watch the women’s dance and it will be very sexy but never got to touch any women’s. Then I decided to join in colleges in Chennai and joined in an engineering college in Chennai. The college I joined was very strict and boys are not allowed to talk with girls and I was very shy too and I was not able to make any girl friends.I started. There was always tomorrow. Luckily, the reporter was female and I bet she was attractive, TV news only hired attractive people, so I jogged across the street. There was a greasy looking guy operating the camera and an attractive, caramel skinned reporter with honey hair. It was hard to tell what nationality she was; Hispanic, Asian, Filipino, or African American. Maybe it was all of them, blended together to make this smoking hot reporter. She wore a pink, silk blouse and a tight, gray pencil. So after the first time we had sex that we never wanted it to end . So we kept having sex that just got better everytime .We both learned more on what was happening with her pussy and my cock as we new that the feeling we felt were not only sexual but emotional.Being young just made learning that touching each other and watching each other mature me starting to get peach fuzz then learning that the feeling of a orgasm that felt so special would only get better.It took both of us to tell one.