This time he looked at her. “I could’ve sworn you were right in front of me,” he said with a smile. “What’s up, Honey?”“Oh, I just forgo... to say hi to you… so hi,” Clara said awkwardly.“Okay,” he said, looking confused. “Hi.”Clara nodded and went back to her room. She closed the door and leaned against it, trying to slow her heart. She had a magic notebook. She could do anything. Clara picked up her pen again and rested it on the paper. “No one will die of hunger ever again,” she scribbled. I just went near her and kissed very hard ,exchanging saliva, bitting her lips very hard.In a moment, I just teared her nightie into two pieces. I was amazed to see her naked boobs, she has perfect shape that every person want to fuck in his life. Then I pressed her boobs very hard and she was mourning very loud. She was making love bites all over my neck when I was pressing her nipples. Then she got on her knees, lowered my shorts, and took out my penis from shuddy for sight of my penis. Her. I was just 25, and my only living relative was my year-younger sister. Who called me because she wanted the cash from selling the shack of the dad.Her pushiness left me feeling dirty, though her logic was clean. I had no attachment to the shack, and the land had shot way up in value. She'd been advised, she told me, that first we needed to go patch the place up. Even though, in all likelihood, any buyer would first-off raze the dump; building anew. A grander shack, built from actual blueprints,. “You know, you really shouldn’t wear underwear. Underwear interferes with a woman’s natural scent.”“Scent?” I asked.“Yes, women give off pheromones that aren’t just meant to attract a mate but are also part of a woman’s natural power. See you have an aura that surrounds you all the time but your body also supplies others with your natural scents that tell others about you.”“You mean like dogs?” I asked.She laughed.“I guess.” She said.“Well? You are beginning to make me feel a bit foolish. I.