"It means that you are finally relaxing and being yourself around me. You should always just be yourself and let other people deal with their feelings...about who you are. If other people don't like you, it's their problem, not yours. Actually, it's their loss," I said, squeezing his hand and smiling.He looked touched."Come on let's go."We found the records quickly, and I read two paragraphs of the Management Support Agreement when I realized that I knew what the rest of the documents would say.. . go on with your analysis of us. Not just me, us.”“Okay, as you wish.” I admitted. “So, yes to us being friends?”Molly scoffed. “Yes. Obviously.”“Okay, cool. Do either of us want to take a break from talking to each other and stop being friends, even temporarily?”Neither of us said anything for a bit. “Even if we wanted to, with us living in the same house that would be really hard to do.” she replied eventually. “I think if we were living apart, I’d consider it, but in our current situation,. I was getting hornier and once my tool was ready I asked her to come on top. I just laid on bed and she came on top. To make her hot, I was sucking her breasts while she was trying to hold my penis.Me: Come on insert my penis in your pussy.Manju: Yes ..wait its paining …1st time…Me: OK okSlowly my penis went inside her pussy. I started to push so that it can go fully inside. She started moving up and down. Her breasts started moving up and down. It was lovely to watch them dancing.Manju:. My mind screamed against my actions, but his lips were so soft against my own. His bottom lip was larger and bitable it seemed. I had heard this expression from one of the other young servant girls. She was the first to tell me about sex and the pleasure of sleeping with a man. She was the one who had first described the art of kissing. Without thinking, I slowly moved my lips downward and tugged gently on his bottom lip. His arms tensed around my body, and before I could react, he shoved his.