Sarah gave me a fit about bras. She couldn't understand why women had to wear them. You should have been there. I'll bet that it was hilarious watchin... a thirty something bachelor explaining to a thirteen year old girl why she needed to wear a bra.As soon as we got home Sarah insisted on changing into some of her new clothes. I explained to her why we had to wash the clothes before she could wear them but I agreed to let her wear one outfit before they were washed; actually I didn't have any. He was so flamboyant that he could carry off any outfit that Sarah devised. How he could be so honestly oblivious to the curious stares around him was a source of inspiration to Ken, who had lived his life fairly dictated by the perceptions of others. Perhaps it was Sandra's job, as an art and architecture critic for one of the London broadsheets, which gave him the strength, for in his job he had to put up with a great deal of enmity from those who disagreed with his opinions.The first time. She wrapped her arms around my back pulling me closer to her. She was breathing heavily , and I could hear her loud moans so clearly as I was close to her mouth. Our bodies hugged as tight as they could. My strokes got faster and faster every second , till I reached a point where I couldn’t go any faster and she couldn’t take it anymore.She had the most extreme orgasm , I could feel her body shaking as it was hugged so tightly to mine, she kept shivering in pleasure as i kept fucking her hard.. When someone is staring at your ass and thinking, “I want to swallow you whole,” you can FEEL it. Shamita caught me checking out her butt. She smiled, as if pleased at the power she knew she wielded over men just by shifting her hips.“I’ve been feeling bad about what happened the other day,” she said quietly.“Don’t feel bad about it, Shamita,” I replied, “We had this discussion. A little fantasy fun between consenting adults. Doesn’t have to happen again.”Shamita brought the coffee to the table.