But I was not getting satisfied with this type of sex. Often ISS stories say that when a woman is not satisfied, she looks for more sex. But in this c...se I developed disinterest in sex and started to avoid FIL’s advances. He was hurt. One day he caught me in his chamber and tried to kiss me, to which I pushed him away. He was angry now and asked “ Bahu kya hogaya tumhe?”I cried then and said “ Actually babuji, I am not getting climax and I am becoming fearful to have sex again…because not. Or better yet, why don't you go find a job..." she hastily replied. I shrugged off her comment. I had thought about calling some friends to hit the bars tonight in the hopes of finding someone that didn't mind that I was unemployed and didn't have my own place. The afternoon went on and time seemed to be moving in slow motion. My mother had cooked up some supper for us and we sat at the table together to eat. "Don't you like it?" she asked. I loved pork chops, it was one of my favorites. I just. Still, I know how I feel and sometimes, it is even hard talking to my best friend knowing she dates my brother.But that all changed the other day as Missy and I were talking before class started. See, we are seniors in high school and we are getting close to graduating. so we see each other every single day. That always made it harder on me. Well, Missy was turned around in her desk talking to me and said, right out of the blue, “You’re in love with Brantley and I know it.” I had no time to. I wanted him to remember again what he was missing. Remember that overtime was not worth the loss of us. He screamed out ‘Baby fuck my ass, Yeah that’s it baby fuck me good.’ Filling me with thick hot heavy cream as he pumped in me taking me along for another, climax of my own. My pussy grabbed hold and milked him for every drop. Moving us into a spoon position and lulled by the summer sun, we slept. I woke up first with my lover’s hardening cock still stuck deep inside my pussy. He was half.