Then Giselle sat on the bed and looked with joy at the cum-heavy condom. She looked at it as if it was a work of art by Botticelli or Leonardo, at the...same time surprised by how heavy and full it was. So much white sticky ejaculate, she thought, all because of me.She held it up and let it swing in front of her enraptured face, as if measuring up how much it contained. She opened the end and looked in, breathing in the musky aroma of fresh cum.Then she stared into Mobu’s eyes.“See, Mobu, how. But not this year, so we have to be content with just the neighbor's display.We bring the cooler down to our dock and sit on the chairs, we had placed there, to look out over the water. The neighbors start their show, and we ooh and awe at the pretty colors. You look at me and ask, "How about a swim, Jodi?" I say, "No way! That pond water is really gross!" "It's not that bad. And we could take a shower afterwards." I think about it and was swayed by what we could do in the shower together.You. As the brothel came nearby, I began to think:‘What if my friends come to know I’ve been here?’‘What if the police raids this place and arrests me?’‘What if my parents come to know this?’I don’t know why, but I kept walking. Finally I reached my destination. It was an old un-maintained building. There were a group of men guarding the entrance. My heart beat exploded when I approached them and one of them asked in a very heavy voice:‘Kya chahiye?’.Hesitantly, I replied:‘Ahh.. Kuch nai. Sorry’.I. He regarded it and let out a low whistle. "Wow -- that is an impressive amount of red ink." You think?" Hey -- this looks like Freshman algebra." It is freshman algebra. It's a requirement that I need to fill." You didn't take this at WCC?" No. I managed to dodge math classes there and I thought myself a very clever girl for doing so. In retrospect maybe that was a mistake. I'm rotten at math, Ren. Math was the one course that kept my grades down in high school. Straight As ... except for math..