Every second was worth the struggle. Bardhini has always been my pride and joy. She has always been my bhatiji, and that “step” word has never bee... attached to our relationship. I helped her with her homework every night. I coached her soccer and softball teams. I did everything I possibly could to give my bhatiji every advantage in life. Without a doubt, my bhatiji has always been the center of my universe, having a place in my heart that equals the love I feel for my wife. I love them both. . I can't give what I don't have." He looked upwards at her face. Her brown eyes stared fixedly at his."Nestor didn't love me either," her voice was stricken with emotion, her eyes moistening, "he just wanted to... pull down my pants when he wanted sex." Did he now? I'm sorry, Olga, it is sad but there're always some men who'll always take advantage of the innocent and inexperienced. They'll..." Oh, I wanted him to, Rhykov, he was always gentle with me. He made me feel special." Then he'd be. She purred more Spanish into his ear, then egged him on in English."Go ahead baby...cum in me...I'm on the pill, you can fill that pussy up. Go ahead baby." She was sucking on his ear as she felt him thrusting into her harder and harder and finally, he tensed up and emptied a thick load of cum deep into her pussy. She purred more Spanish. Chris's ass relaxed and the vibrator slid out on it's own, buzzing away on the sheets. He felt Krista spank his ass. He continued to slowly thrust in. I kept looking around, hoping to catch sight of Patrice and Abby heading back towards their cabin. I kept looking back whenever I noticed Harold looking my way."What're you looking for, dude?" Just seeing who's around," I tried to lie.Harold smiled. "The blonde, right? She's cute." No, not her. She's got a boyfriend. I'm more interested in her brunette friend."Harold nodded. "I know the one. Pat or something, right?"About that time, I heard, "Hi, Tim." I knew that voice. My pulse quickened at.