"And you let him," I said trying to keep my eyes from watering."Yes, I wanted to please him," she whispered, her eyes dropping to the ground. I could ...read her like a book. Last night she chose to have sex with Kayapo, and with that she was truly free from regret."Well, what now? We still have almost 9 months of work left before we leave. What if he wants to continue this sexual relationship," I asked?"Jack, I can't now reject him," she pleaded."Are you implying you are willing," I posed?"I. Yet, there was something about her that stirred an undefined feeling in his loins. He didn’t know what that feeling was, but it wasn’t one of discomfort.They held each other’s gaze with their eyes for several minutes, and John found that his face was hot from the blush that had crept over him. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, he was embarrassed that he’d invaded her privacy, but breaking that rivetting stare was beyond his abilities for what felt like an eternity. It wasn’t as if. I had on basketball pants so if i got to exited she would sure notice. Mrs. Clark came back into the room with some coffee. We continued to talk about our plans, and the trip ahead of us. Then she went for another sip of her coffee and it spilled all over her white T. She had to add more than enough of cream and sugar, because her shirt wasn't black. It was soaking wet the color of caramel. When she stood up she put her hands up to cover her mouth in disbelief. Her jugs were poking through and. Evan staggered to his feet and immediately felt the support of a female form beside him, under his arm. He looked into the face of a beautiful blonde stranger. She was young and stacked…her cleavage on display beneath a low-cut black dress. She smiled up at him. “I saw you driving up today. In the Mercedes G550? Is that your car?” Evan blinked back enough of the fog to acknowledge his pussy wagon. “Yeah. That’s my car.” “Sweet. It seems you’ve had a little too much to drink. I’ll help you to.