I mean, yes, it qualifies, barely, as sex, but that’s not enough.”“Barely? Either it is or it isn’t!”“Go back to Kansas, Dorothy. You can�...��t be Vesper to my James Bond.”“Why are you being such a jerk about this?”“You mean why am I being honest? Because anything else results in frustration or disappointment or even anger.”“So you wouldn’t do it with me unless I agreed to do those things?”“We’re not negotiating, Crystal,” I sighed. “You’ve made it clear what you think and I’ve told you what I. "I knew exactly what she craved; it was a fantasy she had whispered to me a week ago when we had been making love back in our Palo Alto apartment. When Amy had first told me about her Grandfather taking her virginity I had been both disgusted and aroused, and we had ended that conversation with a glorious, hard fuck.It had only been in the days and weeks after her initial revelation that I had heard the full details of her six week sojourn two years ago with her sex starved grandfather in this. .?”I just nodded, and she went in to take a bath, after a while, she opened the shower, and I was assured that she is in the bathroomI went inside her bedroom where she was taking bath in the attached bathroom, I found her milk drenched churidar and bra hung right outside the bathroomWithout wasting a second, I grabbed her churidar and bra and started to smell it, there was a heavenly fragrance in those milk drenched clothes, the body fragrance of Shreya ma’am and the sweet of milk mixed up to. She pulls her shirt up past her tits and they sexily bounce out into view. I glance, slightly panicked, at my mom to make sure she did that on purpose and find her glaring at me with a waiting look. So will this help you with your report? she firmly asks, pointing at the screen. Why arent you writing anything? I blankly blink at her and look back at the screen. The woman is pouring some sort of oil onto her hands and is spreading it around on her large tits. This is not a drawing like the ones.