It's just that, until we sat down and wrote out our "charter," so to speak, she didn't know she means everything to me and always will. I told her, bu... sometimes, in some people, it registers but for others, they don't get it, they never get it.Giving without expectations is the secret to love; if it's not one hundred percent all of the time, it's nothing. Anything less than giving everything to your love is, quite frankly, nothing, void of worth. True love means giving everything. I see it as. Doug thrust his hips forward and I thrust back. Even though I was enjoying the fuck, my mind was thinking of some of the things I wanted from the store. Then Doug’s cock stated rubbing the sensitive spot inside of me. My thoughts of shopping vanished as I concentrated on screwing. I arched my back and the pleasure intensified. I grabbed the chair with one hand to keep myself steady and slid my other to my clitty. It was crying for some attention. Doug started thrusting harder and picked up his. ."Hey I'm Callie" I said grabbing a shot and downing it. She grinned at me..."Hey Callie, I'm Jess". I offer her a shot and she gladly takes it."Wana go outside and get away from the hecticness, so we can hear ourselves talk" She jokingly says, grabbing my arm and leading me outside. "sure, but it seems your already taking me there" I say sarcastically.It had become humid, the later it got. So I was glad I had chosen the right outfit. I couldnt take my eyes off Jess, I kept staring at her. For the next 10 minutes, the despondent Asian repeated this action countless times, scrubbing the terrible excrement with her tongue and then quickly spitting the filth into the huge pile of shit and piss before her. “Oh God,” Hannah groaned, tensing her shoulders as she felt the puke rising up her throat. The Asian quickly leaned over the center of the bowl and proceeded to throw up inside it. Hannah cried dismally as some of her own puke splashed up onto the walls of the toilet. Her vomit.