But for my birthday, just before my matriculation at the university, I got to pick a new car for myself.That was not all. That night she brought me an...ther present, a beautiful woman for me to fuck. In the months that followed mom would bring me more women saying that they were either rewards or compensations for the sacrifices I had to make for her career. They were invariably young and beautiful and were from different races. These events took place in my bedroom. Mom was always present,. Usually, if they give their card at all, they ask me to steer the bride to a less expensive gown.”Grace felt her annoyance slipping away.“I think,” Elvira said, “that this is a man who needs to buy the woman he loves a dress. I think he has an important reason in his heart to do such a lovely thing for his bride. Would it be so bad to let him?”Grace sighed. “I suppose that will leave me with more money to buy his wedding ring.”“A splendid idea!” Elvira said, handing her the carefully packaged. But Anand was adamant and he starts drink and started the card game and then he perssuded to Anupama taste the drink and Anupama never had drink before because one she did not like drink and second they were in conservative family.But on that day Anand made her drink two three sips and Anupama felt very good and realize the good effect of drink first time and then she had some more sips and now she was very high in Nasha and they had a very powerful sex on that day and Anand did not ask to her. His spunk ran down my face. More splattered my tits as I squeezed out the last drops with them.“Ooh, yum!” I moaned, wiggling my hips.And then I came myself.My wings fluttered hard. My pussy spasmed. Juices flooded into Zanyia's hungry mouth. The lamia purred her delight, lapping up my cream. Her tongue flew across my sensitive labia, adding more delight shooting through me.The ecstasy reached my mind. I loved it. I savored cumming. Zanyia was right. My race descended from Las, the God of Lust,.