I never understood the reason why she enjoyed sex with him rather than with my father. I can say this because, she most of the times resist him before...allowing my dad to fuck her but when it come to Kistappa, she never resisted but she co-operated him. If money was the only reason for her to agree to sleep with him, she would never have enjoyed it. One thing I know for surely that she enjoyed fucking him rather than my dad. Still I envy him because he got a chance which I longed for all the. .. I just remember having fun. Other than that, I don’t think about them at all. They got what they wanted, and I had fun. That’s all.”“What do you think they wanted?”He shrugged, “To be able to brag about fucking some football players, I guess.”“Was there a lot of drinking and laughing and playing around?”“Oh yeah.” He responded with a chuckle.“That sounds wonderful.” I confessed“No, Bev! Don’t say that. You’re not one of ... them.”His words hit me like a sledgehammer, “You pompous ass!” I. He shook his head at her with veil need as another set of tears calm wielding from his eyes. "Please don't stop. . . Haaaa don't stop. (Sucks in air deeply) you're gonna make me cum." The pleasure was so unbearable that he couldn't dare stare into Cleopatra's eyes even while she hands her hand wrapped around his jawline. As her thumb traced his full lips, he slipped his tongue out to lick the small bit of flesh that claimed them.He felt her hand leave his face, but his eyes opened up as soon as. He looked at me again once the photons from the flash dispersed, this time no smile, just a wanton leer, his eyes transfixed on my exposed stocking tops.I made no effort to cover up my indecent posture, I was, after-all, technically in heat.I raised my camera once again as his hand openly caressed her swollen breast, dipping deeply between them and cupping one, the last button on her mid blouse strained and the tell-tail sign of her nipples hardening, under the thin cotton blouse, 'This will.