Me: Good evening, ma’am.Beena: Evening da. I wanted to ask for your confirmation about conducting special classes at my home. You seem to not learn ...uch from the special classes I conduct in college. Your parents are okay with it. You can come on the weekends. Saturday is fine for me. What about you?Me: Ma’am, I’m okay with attending the classes. I will come by.Beena: I really want my big boy to pass in flying colors. I want my big boy with that big D – I mean my big boy with that big potential. Would Emman ever say these words to me? When? While we’re talking on the phone one Saturday, he invited me to meet him at the Sto Domingo Church the next day to hear mass. I didn’t know why I was so nervous that day. After mass, he held my hand and led me in front of the image of Our Lady of the Holy Rosary of La Naval. Still holding my hand and while looking into my eyes, ‘I love you, Joy. As Mama Mary is my witness, the love that I offer you is sincere…’ His voice was shaking. I could tell. He could tell she was close to cumming from the flow of her juices and the trembling in her legs. He slid his middle finger under her and stimulated her asshole with it. Just about the time the server delivered the food, the woman came and Keith shoved his middle finger up the woman's ass. The expression on the woman's face was one of terror and pleasure simultaneously as her body shook and she leaned forward, attempting to disguise what was happening to her. The server was genuinely concerned. Not odd putting by any stretch, more YEAH BABY!!The moment his cock hit the back of my throat I knew that was my limit. I didn’t keep him there long enough to gag but I knew that was where I would gag if I tried any deeper. I moved my head up and down like I was doing with my hand minutes earlier. I could feel butterflies in my stomach and my own pussy was giving off little buzzes of thanks. I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny even when reading my dads Playboys. I know I was doing it right.