Bethany, you know I love you. But after what you did with Paul, I wasnt sure if I could say that outloud anymore. But you know what? I can. I really c...n. Remember when we first started dating, I told you I could never forgive a girl if she cheated on me? I can, for you. But I need to know that youre willing to sacrifice for me too.. I looked in his eyes. They staring hopefull and pitiful. I loved Caleb, I really did. Paul was just physical, skin deep. Dont get me wrong, Caleb is just so. I figured I would have a tough time getting ass fucked, if I wasn’t willing to approach someone who would satisfy my aching lust. Then, I thought of George. Basically, George was an old d***k. He lived in a room down the hall from me, and he was very reclusive. He worked as a dishwasher, and except for coming and going to and from his job, he was hardly ever seen by anyone. Friday nights were his only night out. He would leave the dorm in the evening, all nattily dressed, proudly sporting his. ”“What will we name him? I don’t know anything about having babies, or about naming them.”“I think we should name our first son after you, and call him Ty. We can call you Papa Ty.”“Papa Ty? I like that. What will we name our second son?”“Well, we’re not having but one at this time, but when do have another, I’d like to call him Sy.”“Ty and Sy ... I really like their names already. I wish we could have two at a time, don’t you?”“Ty, listen to me – we’re still new at this, so let’s don’t rush. Now you’re determined to really give me a lesson to remember, aren’t you, Rapacious Razaji? You let your tongue rest for a moment in the vestibule of my vagina before you thrust in vigorously trying to lick my Grafenberg spot. Rivers of pussy juice flow forth as I cum helplessly in your face. You gulp down my crystal clear cunt cum as eagerly as a new born babe taking his first meal from his dear mother’s breast. ‘Dhanyawad, Maa!’ You thank her, remembering your first sweet taste of a woman..