And though I'd never experience that for myself, just knowing that Megan was enjoying Willis in that way, and vice versa, brought me such a deep feeli...g of exhilaration. I 'loved' Megan. To love someone is to want the very best for them; and Willis, I knew without any doubt, was the best for Megan---and that, in and of itself, brought me to yet another tremendously powerful orgasm."Oh, god, Megan!" I suddenly said out loud. "This," meaning my orgasm, " is for you! Always. And...forever!"Setting. ”The girl cannot believe what she is thinking. It feels so real, the words seem to ring in her ears rather that her mind. It is the dirtiest thing she has ever fantasized about, but as soon as she hears him saying, ‘cum for me,’ she loses control and lets out a very audible moan. She feels a profound heat building up in her before it erupts, sending waves of warmth and intense pleasure as her muscles totally relax and she collapses, slipping off the armrest and onto the floor. She is in. She was with her brother’s family. Unlike other Pakistani families, they were pretty modern. Her brother was running his own business and he used to travel a lot.To describe her, she has pretty eyes and chubby cheeks. Always with a smile on her face. As for her assets, she has a curvy structure with huge boobs and an extra plummy ass. Unlike her country folks who usually wear abaya’s (traditional Muslim dress fully covered), she used to wear western clothing and that too mostly tight leggings. Mostly we had fiction of all different styles. My mom was a big reader, and people were often surprised by the range of her taste. They were especially shocked by how many old books she liked. She didn’t just like to read Shakespeare. Sometimes I would find her actually crying over a copy of Medea. She had a copy of fucking Gilgamesh, but she could tell you the story herself better than the version found in our study. Anyway. We sat down on the couch. “I know we have a lot to talk about. About.