I immediately fell onto the bed covering my tool.Suma stood up and kept her head down. Semen was oozing from her mouth and it was also dropping from h...er breasts. Kusuma said, “Is that it what you are doing in my absence? No mother, I just what just? Who is he fucked you now? He is my boyfriend and we were in love even you were lovers you can’t do this nasty things in my house and on my bed. How dare you two to do this here?No mom, he came just now and asked that he can’t wait anymore and so I. She looked up into my eyes. Her eyes, I noticed, for the first time, where very pale, an almost translucent blue – and, judging by her expression, frightened.“You have a choice,” I said. “You are absolutely free to go. I will unlock the door, and call you a cab if you wish, and this will all be over.”I waited.Finally, she said, “Or…?”“Or you can hand me your panties. If you do that, you agree to do anything I want until noon tomorrow, and you will let me to do anything I want to you. Your. Better to walk a few hundred feet, than climb the darn thing four or five times what with the backsliding.At the top, the overly warm John, who's blood was acustomed to much colder weather, took his arms from the sleeves of his survival suit, his only clothing besides the shorts which modesty and haste had left under it, and draped then down his chest, leaving the hood up to protect his neck and head. That still left his legs and feet sweltering in the suit, but it couldn't be helped. Like most. “Say it!” She closes her eyes and puts her legs together. “I’m coming!” She gives a little moan. She’s cum!“Tell me how dirty you are!”“I’m dirty!”“Tell me you’re a dirty bitch!”“I’m a dirty bitch!”“A dirty filthy whore!”“I’m a dirty filthy whore!”“Come here!” I feel between her legs. She’s wet. I insert two fingers. She hasn’t faked it. “You really are a dirty bitch. A dirty filthy little fucking brazen whore. I turned you on didn’t I? Say it!” Her hands cover her face and she begins to sob.