Toh vo boli ki agar college wala koi dekh lega toh problem ho jaayegi, toh maine bola ki sab log kam se ka 3 km aage hai tab tak aap meri peeth pe chh...ad jaao jab vo aayenge tab utar jaana.Toh vo boli theek hai aur pahle toh vo meri god mai aa gayi aur unki moti gaand meri haath mai thi aur unhone mere gale mai haath daal diya unki gaand badi mulayam thi, aur maine mauke ka faayda utha ke halke se gaand dabda di jo ki unko pta chal gya.Phir hum dono chalte rahe aur mai unki gaaand masalta rha. Warum er keine einheimischen Schnäpse trank? So blöd war er nun wirklich nicht. Er blickte sich um. Internationale Geschäftsmänner, einer wichtiger als der andere und schöne einheimische Frauen. Die Frauen waren jung oder genauer gesagt sehr jung und unglaublich gut aussehend. Sie saßen an der Bar und scannten systematisch die Männer, wobei sie versuchten abzuschätzen, was die Kerle so zu bieten hatten. Nicht sexuell, das war ihnen ziemlich egal. Das Finanzielle alleine zählte. Auch er hatte. .. as if I ever slept with another guy. He sends $100 a month in child support." 'That time'? What time?" Cindy persisted.Tears were flowing form April's eyes. "Ron plays football. Have you heard of him? I doubt if you have." There's a Ron Jackson who plays free safety for the Bears. That Ron Jackson?"April was startled by Cindy's knowledge. "That's him. The defensive players have a beauty contest with their women every year at the end of training camp. God, it's awful. It's like a slave. Like all loves, Della and Ron's was the extreme love. They loved each other unyieldingly. They had respect and trust and everything lovers must have to be lovers. Their lovemaking was tender and passionate. Then it was wild and hard.Ron would make love to her for hours and hours. Licking, nibbling, sucking and, oh yes, fucking. Never had she known a man so hard, so wonderful a lover. He was in tune with her, knowing always where to touch, and how to kiss.Della played his body like a fine.