I agreed.Suddenly, my boyfriend called me asking where I was. I lied to him saying that I was at a mall with my friends. I didn’t know why, but I di...n’t feel any regret in lying to my lover about it.After some time, both Tarun and I drank the tea, and he also showed me how to use the camera and stuff. He complimented me saying that my figure was worth dying for. He started taking some pictures. I told him not to do it, but he said as he won’t be meeting me again, he wanted to keep the pics to. Deep inside. A part of him, a part of John. His seed, his sperm, his life-force. Oh, I was happy. So very happy. I know I set this all up so we could be together and that John's potential objections would be eliminated even almost before they started. Maybe I schemed to make this happen, but I was in love and the love was right.I was so happy. My orgasm was fantastic. I never imagined one could be that strong. I've had a few really good ones from masturbating, but this was in another category. As her tight snatch clenched on my two probing fingers, my cock ached to bury into her again.Just pull your fingers out of her and let me fuck her, my cock seemed to say. We'll both enjoy it more.I ignored the voice, my fingers pumping into her silky flesh. She was so hot. My thumb slid up her silt and through her curly pubic hair, finding her clit. She gasped, her body bucking as I massaged it, my lips sucking so hard on her nipples.“Oh, big brother,” she moaned, her voice so throaty. She. The old Harley Rat wasn't very comfortable or polite, but was the embodiment of what I needed at that time. What it was, was freedom, I had no job at the time and was living on savings. Through my time in the Military I had put away most of my wages, hazard pay and such and dedicated myself to the life of a soldier. Now that I was out, the war – police action was over, the military had no use for me or my kind. Polite society had no use for us, even though they sent us to war they had no use.