Perhaps you have never had the pleasure of a mortal woman, or perhaps I am a prostitute or some other unfortunate creature clinging to the edges of hu...man society, not deemed worthy of your kiss. It matters not to me, as another jolt of your now nearly painful want shoots through me, up my spine to rattle my brain, and I feel you forcing yourself into my swollen, tight, eternally wet and ready pussy. You begin fucking me with meaning now, slamming yourself again and again into my cervix, clearly. All I could think of was how to get Pooja to accept to have a threesome, and how to get Daisy to have sex with us. The last time I wanted to go and pull Daisy but was too exhausted to move, this time I had an even better idea. I knew that Pooja is an ever ready battery when it comes to sex; all I have to say is come to the quarters or to the bathroom and her juices start flowing. I realized that they used to have their bathroom and toilet in the outhouse separate from the main house. I took. Dean and Donny especially adore me because I sometimes have a little smooch with them. I kiss and semi make out with them when I'm in the mood, let them take turns to snog me, feel me up a little bit – you know, put their hand up my dress, fondle my tits, squeeze my ass. It's a bit like with Paul and Mario except Dean and Donny don't get to fuck me, they just get this smoochfest followed by jerking themselves off. It's a jerk off deluxe, as it were.Different with Gerald, of course. Gerald. “You must be very proud of your nephew, Mike.” I ventured. He smiled tightly and stared ahead. “What is your favorite sexual position, Krys?” he asked me. “What?!” I said. “You heard me.” “That’s a little forward, don’t you think?” my voice had gotten high. He shrugged. “Maybe. Answer the question. I want to be able to tell Matt you were a good girl on the ride over,” he said. I was torn between feeling humiliated and feeling thrilled. That my 17-year-old lover wanted to hear I was a ‘good.