She wore too much makeup again but I liked the vaguely slutty look on her. I stood and greeted her, sniffing the delicate perfume that I had given her... We ate dinner and she had wine and it brought a lovely flush to her skin.“Richard, this has been lovely but may I ask what your goal is? My dad is already practically slavering for your money and attention. You don’t need to win me over.”“Oh Grace, I would have thought it would be obvious what I want by now.”She gave me a very adult look then,. But he's been dashing in here and out of here, bugging Betty and me about where you were all bloody week nearly. Little shit, didn't even stop to buy a drink."George never had been too enamoured with my brother-in-law either. But then, Bernie was nearly always short of ready cash, and very rarely could afford to buy a drink even when he did call in the pub."Fucking short of cash I suppose, and his bookie is probably after him again. Yeah, I'll bet he's lost all his bleeding readies on the. She was really fair and slim, unlike me. All this, I noticed only during this incident which I will narrate. Priya had been a good friend of mine for a long time. We have a one of a kind relation. We weren’t couples, mind you. I used to share every detail of my life with her and vice versa.She was very modern and that meant our discussions would wander into all sort of topics, even those considered taboo. One day, our class teacher was absent and all students sat as groups for playing all sorts. As I cupped his balls in my hand, I pushed my head down until I felt him touch the back of my throat. ‘For fuck’s sake Emma, don’t stop,’ he hissed through his teeth. I slid him out of my mouth, resting his cock on my lips, enjoying the taste of him, eyes closed. A grunt of protest made me smile, I dug my fingernails into his ass, which made him jolt forward into my mouth, his breath whistled trough his teeth and his fingers sifted through my hair, cradling my head. Looking up I saw pure.