Then somehow I changed the topic for sex but I didnt tel her that I wanted to have sex with her. I dont want to include those here as it ll bore you.F...nally I came to know that she is not happy with sex life and I could convince her for sex. then for some days we had sex chats. after few days there was a function in her house. She asked me to come. I told I ll come only if she gives me kiss. She told Ok. Finally on that we smooched. It was most unforgettable moment for both of us. I pressed her. " Shannon nodded, as I spoke. "Because it's going to be me that buys it." You?" She obviously didn't believe me."Me. And I'd just as soon you don't tell anyone else." How could you buy our house?" In a word, actually two: it's 'trust funds.' My father's side of the family isn't poor, but not rich. Dad's father was a civil engineer; he built dams and bridges all over the world. It paid really, really well. My dad is an only child. My mom's father is so rich there aren't words to describe it. Mom. "Yes Sir!" I said, making the way to the bar across from his desk.Although dying to shoot a glance over to see just who this Ms. Casey was,I knew I would be severely punished for being rude, so I focused onmaking the drinks. Carefully placing the drinks on a small silverserving platter, I turned and walked toward Mr. Smith to serve him first.Out of the corner of my eye I could see Ms. Casey. Maybe mid to late20s, auburn hair, tailored skirt suit. My face began to burn withjealousy: she was. Andone day you'll be financially in a position to share with your friendsin the same way I'm doing today.You're a shining star, Jessica. You're a one in a million slutty gurl!All my love, and all my LUST,MichelleI realized that I was holding her note with both hands, clutching thepaper, and I was teary-eyed. Her love was touching me, bathing me withwarmth inside. I felt like crying in joy and jumping up and down on themattress in absolute glee.My emotional high, however, was brought to a.