I had a thingfor young, pregnant girls, so I would sometimes stop and take in a fewminutes of the sights as I shopped."Which one is yours?" an accente... smoky voice questions from behind. Iturn around to see a strikingly beautiful olive-skinned woman of possiblyEastern European or even Middle Eastern descent. My eyes immediately lockinto her deep, blue eyes surrounded by dark mascara. "Well, which one?"she impatiently demands.I stammer and stutter. My mind forms a block as to what to. Her fine Latina ass was coming out of the bottom and they bunched up so nicely at her pussy. She also had a white tank top on with no bra. Melissa said she would run up and change her clothes, but I told her not to bother. I told her Hasan had been a big help with the clean up and seeing her popping out of her clothes might make him feel appreciated. Melissa gave me a mischievous grin and grabbed a beer. She came over and sat on my lap. The three of us chatted for a few minutes. The entire. I lookedat him stretched out on the couch. He looked tired. Perhaps, I thought, thiswould be the best opportunity to speak with him about his drinking, when heis at rock bottom. I sat down in a chair next to the couch and gently shook his shoulder tillhe opened his eyes and looked at me. "John, I've given this a lot of thought. I think your drinking is gettingout of hand and I think that you should seek some professional help beforeit gets any worse." I tried to look as sympathetic as I could.. Kayla MacKenthols was having trouble. Every night, she’d turn on the laptop. She’d spend at least half an hour watching porn. It was nice, watching sexy lesbians eat each other out, or a couple as they moaned under the rumbling sheets. But it made Kayla feel strange, like wanting somebody to slide a long, hard cock into her hungry wet pussy. The burn of desire, the horny pleasure. But that was not the problem. The problem was, that Kayla could never reach her orgasm, no matter what! And it was.