Once I graduated fromNYU with my degree in communications, I moved there to a small studioapartment downtown (nowhere near the river though - I could ...ever haveafforded that). While I was in college, I had made a bit of money on theside as a realtor (I had done the coursework and passed the exam onesummer), and I was doing that now while I tried to find a full-time jobafter graduating.The morning it happened was September 6th; the alarm on my black GalaxyS6 went off at 7am, like always. I. She moaned and pushed her cunt into my face. As I was I was under her desk for over an hour. She came at least nine times. When Shanda let me out from under her desk, she seemed very tired. Hell, I was tired, too. She took me by the arm and cuddled with me in her bed. She was soon asleep. I envied her, but I wasnt comfortable enough to actually go to sleep. Perhaps I could have killed her. Woah! Yeah, I really thought that. She was a horrible little cunt, but I couldnt bring myself to kill her!. She never complained. When I was discouraged, she always tried to look on the bright side, always reminded me it would get better, always told me she wasn't sorry I talked her into getting into that back seat. I still love this woman as much as I ever did — no, somehow more.Why is this affecting me so strongly? I made love to her many, many times — and lately even fucked her a few times. This is no big deal, he tried to tell himself. Women tend to want to redo their marriage vows. This is just. I was conflicted. In general, the thought of a man’s sperm in my mouth was not at all appealing; however, the specific thought of tasting and ingesting my brother’s most intimate nectar was, well, very intimate. I mean, this was still my cousin brother, the person to whom I was related, the person who had deflowered me two nights back, and the person to whom I wanted to give myself to in every way.At that particular moment, as I wrestled with my emotions and conflicting feelings, the thought of.