)Di blushed as Shweta looked at me surprisingly.Shweta – “So you have a girlfriend then?”Me – “Hmm. Ahem. I mean I was just answering about ...he future.” (trying to repair the damage)Shweta – “Really. I don’t think so.”Di – “Trust me. I would know if he has one.”She smiled and turned away. Soon we reached the mall and we roamed all around the outlets. They bought a few dresses and we had lunch.Shweta – “How about a movie?”Di – “Are you sure?”Shweta – “Why not? I already ruined the first half of. ‘You’re so in love with my bed you had to sneak in to sleep in it, get the fuck out!’ I snapped not fully awake. ‘Calm down,’ he said groggily, ‘I came in hoping to talk, but didn’t want to wake you. We need to talk.’ ‘I don’t want to talk.’ ‘Then please listen.’ Everyone has someone they know of that was in one of those types of relationships. Abusive partner, but remained hopelessly in love. Never was treated as if they were good enough, but they kept trying to be. Knew they were wrong for. Laura knew what was coming and she slammed her head down even harder, wanting to take all his cum as deep as possible into her throat to spurt straight into her stomach. Charles and I watched intently as dad's balls retracted and his cock exploded down Laura's throat. Spurt after spurt squirted straight into her stomach. Laura didn't move, not even come up for air, but kept him rammed deep down her throat. When dad could spurt no more Laura still didn't move. Dad's massive cock was embedded in. But after a few deep draws, she looked at the red-hot end of the cigarette and then looked at me - and I knew what was about to happen. She paused for quite a few smokes during the session and each time after a few relaxing puffs, she'd slowly and sensuously approach my agonized body with an exaggeratedly sexual movement, as if to taunt me with the contrast of extreme beauty and merciless cruelty. She’d then carefully place the burning end into the chosen area, drawing deeply on the cigarette.