Riya: You think I am fat? I don’t need your advice.Me: No you’re not.Riya: Ok bye. (rude way)Me: Bye!She went to her home. I kept on running think...ing what a rude bitch she is. For a few days I didn’t greet her even during the times we crossed each other’s path in the neighborhood. One day she came to my home for some reason. I opened the door and headed to my room. She stopped me and told me she needed help.Me: Mum’s not at home!Riya: I need your help?Me: I am busy.Riya: I am sorry for that. She had almost cum when he hit her face.As soon as she got to her knees, he dropped his boxers, revealing a thick, seven inch dick. She moaned as she grabbed ahold of it. "That's it slut, worship your brother's dick", Timothy said and grabbed a handful of her hair. She loved this part, wishing he'd been doing this her whole life.He shoved his dick down her throat, ignoring how she gagged. He started fucking her face with his morning wood, his balls slapping her chin.She moaned and wanted to. "They sat silently for quite a while after that, the patterns in the sand being wiped clean several times, only to be re-invented by their restless fingers."Do you think I'm an idiot?" Sammy finally asked."Hell no, Sammy. I'm jealous actually. I haven't found anyone I love that much. Well, other than my sister, and that's... different." But what if he never comes back to me?" said Sammy miserably."I have a feeling he will Sammy. I'm sure he will."Sammy moved to Dave and gave him a hug. Before. "Nice haircut," I told her."Thank you," she replied. "I'd hoped it would be to your satisfaction." My satisfaction?" I asked."Yes, that it met your requirements," she responded."What requirements?" I asked."You commanded that I have no hair below my neck," she said simply.Wow. Cheryl was definitely taking things literally. I would have to be careful in my instructions."I'm pleased that you are following my instructions, but I meant no hair whose roots were below your neck," I told her. She.