It was worth it though, because then she finally said she wanted to go home to my place.When we finally got there, she waltzed into my bedroom, threw ...he bags on a chair, and flopped lazily down on my bed. Face down naturally. I'll never forget the look on her face as she arched her back and glanced back over her shoulder at me. The look, so smug, so arrogant, so presumptuous, so beautiful, suggested that it was time to pay the piper; it was priceless!And yet, I was not remotely prepared for. She said that never loved anyone, but had a crush on few boys. Then to put some spices, I started asking her, what kind of boys/men she like the most, to attract her.She started explaining, color is not a matter for her, I started ticking my checkbox in mind. She continued, well-built body, not the slim ones, with beard and mustache, that too she mentioned, it makes men be in manliness. Playful and don’t let her down at any cost. Always to be with her.So, then I asked her, did she got the right. I once got a call from her and from that day I have been frequently visiting her for the sake of boobs. At first we only had sex all the time. I used to tell my mother that I am at a friend’s house and stay with her. We used to play cards till night, not strip poker. Stripping was of no use to us. Frequent fucking had made us shameless but, I still closed the door while pissing and taking a dump. She would do the same. She was a lovely woman. She looked amazing while naked. I always wondered. This, coupled with his general failures with women, had him feeling so lonely, so out of it all, and so depressed he even considered suicide. But, and in spite of it all, one could say, Chance was, as his mother was, a fighter. He had watched her cope with her husband’s sudden death and the almost failure of his real estate company because of dad no longer being at the helm. Instead of caving in and folding up her weeping tent, she fought back. In less than three months, she had not only.