If he takes her back she'll just do it again, how could he trust her. But letting her go is obviously tearing him apart. If only I could... well why n...t? I've been waiting for him to ask me out since a week after I first met him. And I'm my own woman! The hell with what the family thinks. Besides, he's a nice Muslim boy, they couldn't object to a serious relationship on anything but impropriety and they need not know everything.And you know what; that bitch doesn't deserve him anyway; all. She was dripping wet already and had entered her very easily and powerfully. “OMG don’t stop it feels good, fuck me harder”I penetrated her from an angle that made it hard work, but caused maximum knocking against her G spot. She started bucking up and down with force I struggle to hold her in the tight space. I could see she was looking into the mirror and she started to rub her clit in rhythm to my thrusts.I was getting turned on from this angle as I could see the big vein on my cock bang. She giggled and asked me,"Are you suggesting we do some comparison testing just to make certain?"I was in a box of my own making and started to put a healthy glob of the blue bottle goo all over my stiff rod and rubbed it up and down Zelda's sensitive crack. She was primed for some rear door action just from our talking about it like a pair of conspirators. I could tell she was excited about taking it back there but still a bit fearful of the discomfort of stretching her tight little sphincter.. I could see that her knees were about to buckle so I gently pushed her down into a sitting position on the edge of my large sofa. She was out of breath, panting and her eyes were glazed over with the craziness of lust and passion. I let her sit there for a bit and after about a thirty seconds her eyes came back into focus and the glazed look was replaced with one of a women who knew exactly what she wanted. She started kissing my neck, my face and my mouth, she bit and tugged at my lower lip,.