I would love nothing more than taking your hot, creamy load all over my face. The canvas is yours, all you have to do is paint it. Drop that creamy lo...d over my lips. Would that turn you on? Would it be hotter if you started at my forehead and let it drip down. Whatever you want baby. Pleeeease, let your load explode on my face.”Everyone in the room was silent. I thought this would be more like a boxing match where everyone was screaming or cheering. One by one the guys went up and unloaded on. Prahlad took me to my place and helped me to go to my room and then made a cup of tea to reduce the effect of alcohol. I started to feel better and in a few hours I was all good and we were talking about his family and my loneliness. I told him how father of the church found me, raised me and sent me to school and then college. Prahlad was looking at me the whole time, sometime with a smile, with his eyebrows going up and down and sometime with a serious face. I realized that I was falling for. It was her neck that he saw. More precisely it was her throat, rising gracefully from the high lace collar of her fitted blouse. She was selling kisses at a booth. Fund raising for something or other. That was the second thing that attracted him. She was always trying to help. Great causes, small causes, famine in Africa, kittens in the pound. It didn't matter. Downtrodden, bedridden, cold, hungry. She wasn't picky about her causes.$1.00 a kiss. He went broke that night.Oh, how he wanted her. She looked back over at Jill, and saw that she was leaning over the counter, cheerfully bouncing her tits back and forth between her hands as she smiled playfully at Amy with her bright, unfocused eyes.Wow, Jill looks so happy! And the program turned her cuteness up to 11 - I can hardly stand it! I wonder what it would be like to feel like that: a sexy piece of eye candy without a care in the world, she reflected with jealous curiosity, as she absentmindedly pulled her top down until the tops.