.. the incident. I never even looked at it. And I'm such a slob, I must've grabbed the same old shirt without washing it."Are you ... are you fucking ...y mom?" She looked at me, right in the eyes.I was dumbfounded. I didn't answer. I couldn't answer.Then, she shocked me yet again. She started ... laughing."Is this what this is about?" she said. Her beautiful smile had returned. "Do you want to stop visiting me because you're afraid I'll be mad at you for seeing my mom?"She laughed her head. "If you move I will tie you up, and whip you senseless. OK?" Yes." Good. Now listen, and learn."You hear me leave the room. Your heart is pounding. What is going on? What is about to happen?The door reopens. You can tell immediately that I am not alone."Do you see what I mean? Doesn't she have terrific tits? And look at that pussy, so wet."Who am I talking to? You can hear what sounds like kissing. Yes, definitely, kissing. And small moans."God yes, such a wet little pussy. Do I get to play. I had never seen such eyes. Her skin was light, not pale but still bright. I was instantly caught in Marissa’s beauty and sought to pursue my feelings. Even if I had known what I was getting myself into, I would have done it still. Every day I was met with a new insult from Marissa. She was very good at it I must admit. This never served to discourage me. I was caught in her spell and needed to know where it would lead me. It made me wonder though. The first day I met her, Marissa was sweet and. She clapped her hands and called out, "Start the fight!"Namini and Yulla circled each other in a slight crouch. Namini went immediately for the element of surprise, and swiftly reached out and clamped her hand onto one of Yulla's breast. The slighter girl yelped, and tried to wrench her opponents hand free, and Namini did let go, but pushed upward when she did, slamming her balled up hand into the bottom of Yulla's chin. The brunette stumbled backward, but quickly regained her footing, and, to.