I changed my name to forget my past. I changed my name to forget him. I changed my name to mark a new era in my life. The era in which no man could ha...e my heart. I was a man-eater. I stayed in that same little apartment where all my memories lay. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. I suppose part of me wanted to remember, so that my reasons for tearing apart my men would be justified. Whatever reason it was, I used that apartment and my bed to exact my revenge against all. After that I laid her on my bed and got on her top. I kissed her several times on her face and lip locked her. “Take your gift Arman. Fuck me now”, she said coyly.Without thinking of anything, I removed her panty which had got wet by now and saw the gateway to heaven. Her pussy was clean shaved and was like pink slit. I slowly inserted my rod in her and she gave a loud moan(not too loud.) The DJ had started so it was covering up our noises. Taking advantage of it I started fucking her with more. Her mom was much taller and her slim but powerful body gave her a sexy look. She didn't have much of a chest, but she made up the gap with her blonde hair, blue eyes and a gorgeous shapely butt that made me quite uncomfortable around her. We visited them almost immediately and all through out the conversation I could see both mom and daughter checking me out. Mom was her usual talkative self explaining about dad. However, she didn't mention that I was her step son. She didn't usually do that. As we entered the foyer, I caught a glimpse of myreflection and wished fervently that I could die on the spot.My dress was a low-cut, powder-blue satin thing, strapless, so that mybare shoulders and the tops of my creamy breasts were amply displayed.Matching shoulder-length gloves increased this effect, as did the body-hugging cut of the dress itself. I looked like I'd been poured into it!Every step I took in it set the glistening fabric rubbing across myjiggling curves, reminding me of the.