I was lonely at the time, no one to drink with, no one to call, no one to talk too. The bartender saw the pain I was in, and bought me a drink. She ...as tall, brown hair, brown eyes, amazing rack, and well tight curves. I wanted to talk to her, but I was so scared. Scared of rejection, scared of this lonely life I was living. After she bought me another shot, the alcohol made it easier to approach her. I asked for her name and she told me she knew what game I was playing. I apologized. Though she was obviously excited, I could tell it wasn't quite to the point of orgasm.I had already gone too far, but there was no stopping now. It was all for her benefit, after all, wasn't it? At least, telling myself that seemed to strip away all of the guilt."Would you like me to kiss you again?" I asked her."A daddy kiss, or a boyfriend kiss?" A boyfriend kiss," I smiled."Oh god, would you?"I leaned over, staring down at her pretty face lying there on the pillow, her bright eyes staring up. Also if you are thinking that this is just a simple love story then let me add some new angles to the same incident.The moment I saw in her eyes, I knew she still feels for me. Everything that all happened next was a part of my plan. Remember I was making a video, actually, I had never stopped making it, I had put my mobile in my shirt’s pocket with camera exposed.Although the image was not very clear one could easily make out it was her and also whatever things she said were also recorded.What. This one landed across her forehead. The true smell of raw sex was starting to fill the house. All of the muscles in his body flexed as a longer stream blast out of his cock, squirting over her chin.She rubbed all of his warm seeds over her massive cantaloupes down to her hard-boiled stomach and stopped at her crotch. Touching it with her finger, she didn’t realized until now how wet her pussy was. She looked at George in the eyes as a forth ejaculating explosion spouted on her right knee,.