When Abigail threw the ball to me, Beth would try to block it by grabbing my arms in a more than friendly manner. Also, she was holding on to me far l...nger than was necessary.Each time we struggled for the ball, once she had grabbed me, I would feel the heat of her warm skin hot against mine.In the summer heat, her woman's fragrance, and her cologne drifted pleasantly into my nostrils. With her warm sexy body practically wrapped around me half the time, it wasn't long before I ended up with a. You can do that to me."I stood up. He picked up my salwar, which was a complete mess. Straightened it out and then placed them below my legs. I stepped onto the salwar. He slowly pulled it up. As it came near the knees he decided to have one last kiss on my pussy.I caressed his hairs. He pulled up the salwar and tied the draw string and looked up at me.He then got up kissed me several times on my breasts and then on my face and once again said, "I could fuck you atleast one more time before you. But if this person we're portraying isn't us to begin with then the façade starts to slip over time. This happens especially quickly when you're spending way too much time with each other and put the sex before the relationship.The slippage didn't happen in an instant, but I soon saw that when she wasn't intentionally being nice—like when she was meeting strangers and posing for pictures in public—Hera revealed herself as something less than the divine goddess people saw her as.Sad to say,. “Do you like anal?” she ventured.“Yeah,” I murmured. “I’d love to.”“In my bag,” she said. “On the chair.” We had brought everything upstairs with us: clothes, phones, bags, underwear.I rummaged in her bag until I found a tube of KY jelly, which I presumed was what she meant. I waved it in front of her eyes as she lay in a rimming-induced trance and she nodded.Before I applied it, though, I needed one last taste of her little puckered hole. I licked her slowly and with love.“God, you really like.