She kissed his face and suddenly it was wet with tears from her eyelashes. “I’m silly, I know. But I … It’s something I need, Eric. Please giv... me this, baby.”God. He owed her. He owed her this one thing, whatever game she had in store. And how could he deny his own level of intrigue? It was the least he could do—let her have her fun.And then later he could fuck her really hard.“Okay.”“Okay? Really?”“Yeah. Really. You’ve been a good girl. You’ve earned your game.”She hugged him close, so that. Cory burst into laughter.“What did you do, Ayn?”“You know me. He was too good to waste, right?” Ayn allowed himself a small joke. “We’re ... well he’s my man now.”“Well, at least it’s good to know he’s not a prisoner. I doubt he would have taken that well,” Cory smiled. “Frankly, I don’t know how you managed. I’m trembling a little, only at the thought that I’m going to see him again.”“I heard that Lord Xavier tends to have an overbearing presence,” Edgar expressed his thoughts out loud.Ayn. She kept kneeling up putting her voluptuous breasts in my face to flaunt them. She continued to tease my lips and I could feel the cobwebs brushing off of my inner b**st and my true sexual nature coming forth. I ran my hand through her hair and tugged firmly stunning her, but letting her know who’s in charge. I looked her dead in the eyes and without a word being spoken she knew I was going to have her anyway I wanted. The games were over…I flipped her off of me, laid her down on her back, and. I loved how she was always wet every time my hands touched her panties; she was always turned on by whatever we were doing. Our parents admired and spoke about our newly-found friendship to each other but it was quite evident that they were hardly aware that we were so much more than friends.One fine morning, I get a text from her to drop by in the afternoon to help her with the outfit she was going to wear for her school farewell. I was more than happy to oblige her by giving in to her request.