Jenny smiled widely at such a silly thought, knowing that the bag didn’t really want to play with her, that bags weren’t capable of such thoughts,... and so she whispered, ‘Go away, you’re not real.’ The bag seemed to recoil for a moment, and then, disheartened, it slunk away from the window, falling listlessly to the ground, where it allowed itself to be carried along down the dirty grey street in front of the church. She watched the sack in numb disbelief, and then began to worry after it. It seems very serious! But you are saying that you are still trying.Friend: Hahaha! Bro, we are already together, but I have not torn her pussy into two, till now.Me: Oh, so you are waiting for the lucky moment.Friend: Of course man. Haha.Me: Oh bro, she’s going to suffer a lot. Have mercy on her from my side. Lol.Friend: I don’t think I can. But sure, I will make her first night the memorable one and in the near future, she will beg for more.Me: That’s true, haha.. but if you won’t marry her,. Lupe looked over her shoulder at Mr Cohen, reminding me of when she had done the same last night whilst showing me the air-con unit in my room.“You won’t tell my Mama or Papi about this, will you daddy?” Lupe said in her little schoolgirl voice.“Oh no baby, you just make sure you come over and see me as often as you can, and let me do whatever I want to your gorgeous young body. Then they’ll never find out what a slut their daughter is,” Mr Cohen told her, as he slowly pushed his cock back. She inserted her key and turned it, which gave me prophetic visions of what we were about to do. Inside we went and the room was warmer than outside. it smelled like warm fabric: like when you're ironing your laundry on a Lazy Sunday afternoon.The room was well spaced out, a big mirror, about the size of a TV set was mounted on the wall. Two beds on either side of the room, I could feel sweat beads forming on my forehead, and my dick was hot and raging. As soon as she closed the door, almost.