Straddling his stomach I tease my nipples through my white tank top, my bare pussy starts to get wet against his stomach. I always wanted to masturbat...e in front of an audience. I pull off my tank top leaving my tits naked. Nipples so hard and fat. I smile as I feel his cock stir against my ass. I can tell he doesnt like to be tied up or not in control. But he is aroused. My hands move lower towards my pussy, my finger finding my slit all hot and wet. I begin to moan staring into his. He requested her for having phone sex which turned into actual sex later on. The weather took a sudden change and it started raining.We took shelter in a temple. I started preparing two pegs of booze while he was still busy on the phone with his girlfriend. He disconnected the call and we lit both cigarettes and smoked all of it. While smoking he informed me that his girlfriend comes every day to the nearby city for some beautician course.It is about a few kilometers from our live location. “I. It was wrong of me to ask you to marry me to try to make Emily jealous, so she’d crawl back to me. I used you for that. I’m ... sick to my stomach, just thinking of it.“God, I really can be a dick, can’t I? A complete asshole, at least at moments like this one. For you, permanence matters more than exclusivity. For me, both matter, and I really can’t picture myself growing old with anyone but Emily. I was stupid and vain and proud of myself for taking two girls away from Steve. I didn’t think. ." So much for not getting a big head about myself. I let her talk because the days stretched out like the Sahara Desert, and getting through them was my biggest challenge.Then Doctor Abrams gave me the bad news."So ... Little One ... We find you got plenty blood but it don't really like you so much, yes?" He was already waxing poetically. "We find this thing in you that makes not so good much sense. Your heart really strong. Pumps plenty of blood to all the right spots, but your body not.