) Some women don't mind "rewarding" those men, either.I'd heard Meshawn was one such woman. Fooling around in the slow-moving freight elevator, lettin... guys cop feels off her while she just giggled and acted coy, stuff like that (I'd heard that from female co-workers, jealous of Meshawn getting attention I'd imagined.) She didn't seem loose or to be messing around with any one particular guy (or several of them.) She just seemed like a typical young lady with the typical number of wolves. "Damn, you really fucked the shit out of her," I said."Ha, you heard that?" he said as he sat down at his desk, still naked, his dick just laying on the chair."How could I not?" I'm sorry man, I thought you were sleeping." No, it's okay. I thought it was hot. Never heard a girl quit like that though." Yeah, not all girls can take this thing," he said as he grabbed it and shook it."Did she at least finish you off?" No, I went to sleep still horny. Waking up still horny," he laughed, his hand. "Bethany was lost. She had no idea what to think. That little fucker tricked me! I should ... Wait. Hold on a second. "What are you talking about?! Your first?! I caught you with your little whore of a girlfriend last June," Bethany blurted out. Her emotions were running wild. She felt a rush of anger, warmth, confusion, and betrayal. But the only thing that made it to the surface was love. She looked into her little brother's face and felt all the emotions but the immense love she felt for. Their libidinous natures seemed amazingly well in tune. As a result of their communion, she often enjoyed a fantasy of their actually meeting. It followed whatever flow her need dictated at the time, though often it began tenuously with her simply wondering what it would be like to meet this mysterious individual. While she had a great store of information from him as she had provided him, she really felt that she did not know him even as she felt that she knew him very well. On the other hand,.