It was driving her crazy.Mami: Aakash… please… don’t…. Stop…. Aaaah …. You are so good in this…. Uuuuhh….Me: Mami its all because of y...ou. Your fantasies made me a beast.Mami: made me all yours…. Please… do it…. Fuck me like a bitch…Me: naah mami, I am not going to fuck you till you say that I am your man, and not mama.Mami: mama? He is nothing in front of you… he doesn’t even satisfies me… I am ashamed of him… a beauty like me should be with a beast like you…Me: then say it.Mami: yes Aakash you. "If you taste as good as you look, I bet you're good enough to eat."My, what a witty rejoinder!"You know, Linda" Coach continued, "I really... enjoy your change in apparel. Shorts are sexy, but there's nothing like a skirt to show off a girl to her full advantage. I really, really... like skirts."Really really? As if I couldn't feel the very evidence. Coach's breath was hot and heavy, sticky and sweet, warmed-up syrup poured into my ear. Yuck! Who wants syrup in their ear? What a mess to clean. This included how to communicate with this beautiful being. Creature was not an appropriate description, as this was most assuredly a sentient being, an individual who deserved respect and my full attention.I placed my hands before me as if in prayer, (with fingers and palms pressed together in front of my chest, forearms parallel to the ground), bowed to and greeted her. I did not speak it; I communicated it in a way previously unavailable to me. This form of communication was part of the need. Slowly the blindfold was lifted and Ginger smiled down at him."Hey, big guy. Ready for a treat?" Letting her long blond hair run down his face and tickle his chest. "I was going to come in here and talk to you about Teresa - you see I'm nosy; I heard it all. Such a bad boy." Leaning back she grabbed a hold of his balls. Roger got an eye full though, Ginger's breasts were large and firm and she had a large clit that stood out from it's hood. She smiled as she watched his fascination. She'd never.