)Anwesha: Aww, aren’t you cute and sweet. (She winked at me and smiled with those juicy lips.)Anwesha was wearing a low-necked t-shirt that seemed t... have holes in places. She must have guessed I was trying to look through those tiny tears in the fabric that separate her flesh from the veil of reality. She pulled her shirt down and her left nipple peeked out perkily through one of those holes.The sight of that erect, chocolaty nipple drove me mad with lust. She kept on giggling as she teased. That proved to be a good idea. Nothing says Hey man, we're still fucking more than Yasha's body slamming into the wall. Nothing says Dude, already? more than the uncountable amount of Fuck!s she screamed. And nothing says Send that girl over here, I'll finish what you started more than... well, more than me actually shouting that. Nothing happened though, so I was stuck with Yasha. Still, a pretty good result, I'd say. All good things eventually come to an end, though. For Yasha, that end. The Internet, I told her. I promised to get her all the addresses where that stuff came from. But really, was she surprised that all the basic info about an heiress was on the scandal sheets?And then it was about me. Where was I from? Tennessee, I told her. Just down the road from the University. Why was I in the Army? Everybody had to be somewhere while they grew up from a boy to a man.I didn't, she said. I'm still slutting around like a teenage sex-crazed girl. We came back to the slut issue. No wonder she looked forward to his visits.Meagan dropped her head back on the back of the couch, panting. Carlwithdrew his finger. A string of something sticky and glisteningstretched between his finger and her vagina. "Go ahead, Princess, lick myfuck finger clean." I took his hand and began to suck on his middlefinger. I could taste my wife. It had been a long time. Carl pulled hishand away. "Enough. I don't want you to get all excited sucking on a realman."The rest of the evening was fairly.