"I'm in the bedroom Honey!" I yelled out. I walked to the door and threw the bag away. When I looked up Luke was at the door. He smiled at me with the...mischievous look he used to give me when we were first dating and sneaking out of the house to fuck under the bleachers at the high school, or where ever we could find."Hey love. Did you do your special shopping?" He asked me with eagerness in his voice."I sure did. Come look what I got," I said. I was just as eager as he was."Wow! I think this. ”“Cool. I was thinking about grilling some steaks for dinner. That good for you?”“Yeah. Sounds good. I’m heading over to the hairdresser now. See you later.”“Bye baby!”Damian went back to his research. The six-foot-one-inch, two-hundrend-ten-pound, dark-skin man thought about Braylin. The college student was his wife’s half-brother. Her father started screwing a Domincan woman behind her mother’s back many years ago. A bitter divorce ensued and within two days of its end, Fred Poole had wed his. Baby. Ugh. Uhm. Fuck me. Oh you feel so fucking good." After my orgasm, I wrapped my legstepdad around him, and rolled onto the top. As I rode him, he thrusted in unison. He grabbed my breasts, twisting my nipples. I soon began to cum, followed by Jordan. We laid together cuddled up in the sheets, and I was in heaven. Tomorrow was our last day, and I didn't want it to come. As we laid and talked, Jordan said, "You know, I'm enjoying just spending time with you. You're an amazing person." "I'm. Even an awkward one, no matter how uncomfortable it is. "It's OK." Shit, was that the best answer I could come up with? "I can't complain. I suppose I'm satisfied." Jesus. Don't worry, girl. It gets better with age." There was a pause. Then Monica, smirked. "Thought you Hindus invented the Kama Sutra and never stopped fucking... and that's why there's so many of you." Excuse me?" Monica's ignorance was part of her charm. And the alcohol seem to exaggerate this. "I'm not Hindu." Muslim? To.