I don’t drink it, but I can’t bring myself to get rid of it.” Mountain Dew had been Michael’s favorite drink, especially when mixed with whisk...y. I haven’t had an alcoholic drink in two months.It takes a moment to speak past the lump in my throat. “I’ll take one.”She returns a couple moments later, can in hand. She has a glass with Ice, and I know the dark liquid is Pepsi. She doesn’t give me any ice or a glass, knowing how I drink my sodas.She sits across from me, letter in hand, just staring. As the days passed we became more open to each other and our topic changed to sex.I used to ask about her sexual life and she use to tell everything what day do each day. I use to feel very jealous about her. As I was separated person and used to leave alone I used to get frustrated after hearing what she used to say. Night we had a very good round for almost an hour he fucked me in sitting position, missionary and doggie and he sucked my pussy like this and I use get much frustrated. As the. ” “I…I know you do. I love you too… look honey, I’mas guilty as you are…I wanted it to happen as much asyou did!” “Oh baby, he filled me with so much cum, and I’mfeeling so horny! Will you kiss me down there? Please?”Connie’s fingers wound themselves into my hair, forcingmy head downwards as I kissed my way down towards herhairy lower belly. She opened her legs and the scent ofher freshly fucked cunt filled my nostrils.. I started facing her very often searching for the much awaited green signal. She came to my house sometimes for different tasks however I couldn’t do anything as my parents used to be with me. My desire grew deeper and deeper until one day. One day I saw her coming towards my house.Luckily there was no one in my house at that time because my father had gone to office and mother along with my servant for paying electricity and telephone bills. I knew that it would take a long time for both of.