In no time at all, she had her legs spread wide, with my cock touching the entrance of her snatch, and the condom on.I looked into her eyes while teas...ng her pussy tantalizingly,Me: “Do you want this? Are you sure?”Anita: (loudly) Yes! ”Me: “That won’t do. Scream for it, beg for it…”.Anita: “You bastard, not now….!”Me: “Oh but I’m not done playing, honey….”With that, I pulled my dick away from her.She had forgotten all her inhibitions and yelled at me, “Fuck you Arshad, stick that cock in my. Well, that is, until my gaze looked at the dick between my legs but that would be taken care of later when I had it tucked away. Ready for whatever challenges faced me, I slipped into a long, soft, pink robe and went to the kitchen for a morning cup of coffee. Of course, I would have to make it first. It was just about ready when Donna came in. “Good morning, sexy,” she said as she entered the kitchen and I poured her a steaming cup. “Good morning, lover,” I smiled and sat at the table with. American sisters don’t care about their brothers. All women living in America regardless of race, sexual orientation, immigrant status, occupation or religious preference are taught one universal law. To function in North America, a woman must join the Church of Man-Haters. Those women who actually care about the men in their lives are rarer than unicorns. I myself have never met one in America. The most-talked about film of recent times involved a vengeful female character who inserted a. To me those were the signs of experience. Something I had little of and this beautiful woman was apparently about to show me things I had yet to discover. She had enticed me with the idea of learning something no school could ever teach me at that moment. All I wanted to do at that moment was make love to her and have her tell me what to do to her. She walked slowly around the table and her hand touched my shoulder and slid down my arm to my hand which she grasped as she still walked slowly.