"Rakesh just smiled. Now he had these women excited to get their asses screwed. His penis was again becaming a bit hard. But knowing he could not get ...nything more today he kissed the ladies bye and made way to his home.Chapter 6:Rakesh was in a good mood the next morning. He had a dream in which he was fucking Farida's ass all over again. He was lazying around the house. Then he decided to bathe. He went near the well at the back of his house. He drew out a pail of water and poured it on. "Trade you," she said holding up his "Sports Illustrated" that justarrived in the mail. It was the pro football preview edition."No argument there," Brad said as he rolled his eyes."Cute romper," Sheila said."You really like it?" he asked as his face lit up."White looks good on you." Thanks, Mom."Realizing what he just did, Brad suddenly felt mortified. Though hesecretly liked it when people complimented him about his appearance, hesure didn't want his mom to know. He snapped the bridal. “Oh, my fucking Goddess,” I screamed, as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through me, leaving me breathless. When Rita kissed me, I tasted myself for the first time and something in me awakened. It was as if the burden of shame I carried for so long dropped off my soul.“Let me try it on you,” I said as I helped Rita on the bar.Bending forward, I admired Rita’s pussy with a small landing strip pointing to her protruding clit. With both hands, I caressed her smooth thighs on the way to her. The bastards took most of my bloody wages in child support for the next f-ing year or so. The f-ing bastards took my wages at source from my bloody employer, before I even saw it. So I couldn't afford to buy the kids much in the way of Christmas presents that year. I wouldn't have minded so much if the cow and her fucking stud needed the bloody money. But the arsehole she's living with owned the company she'd been working for. He makes more money in a fucking week than I make in a year."Do you.