That pale yellow scarecrow wasn’t your friend, couldn’t be – no way! No fucking way! But it was. The eyes never lie and you could see it in thos... glassy-black orbs. You’d always loved him, and he you, the way best friends do. That’s why the betrayal hurt so bad, right? Best friends don’t stab one another in the back? You went to the side of the scarecrow’s bed, looked down into the stranger’s searching eyes one more time. What did you see? Hope? Scorn? Pity? Or did you feel the love you’d known. I then pulled my tongue from Nazia’s sweet box and replaced it with the tip of my rod. This caused her hips to buck up and down. She moaned, “Oh, Oh Yes Rahul. Please, fuck me with that hard, dick deep inside me. I need it so bad. Give it to me.”I began fucking her with long, full strokes. After a few minutes, Saira who was feeling left out said, “It’s my turn. I want him now.” She faced me and spread her long legs wide so that her gorgeous slit was at my eye level. I now wanted to taste her. I couldn’t explain why I needed it so much - the image was burned into my brain, and I had to experience it for real, not just in my imagination.He stood above me, and it was so easy to let my mind flit back to the previous night, when I hadn’t just been doing it for fun, but doing it to help my brother out. I loved helping my brother. I loved how relaxing and non-sexual it was.With my boyfriend, however, it was extremely sexual. My mouth moved on auto-pilot, like it had been last. I'm sorry toadmit it, but our little girl is fast becoming a mature woman."Mitch grumbled about her being too much like her mother causing Sylviato shed a tear and hug him. It was sweet and it meant the world toher, Jane being like her was something that she had hoped would betrue but they had clashed so much before about how she acted. She wasalways a daddy's girl and tried to please him but always seemed toclash with her mother about any little thing.Jane cuddling close to Denise was asked.