Abigail: So, here the deal. Why let’s be friends with benefits.Me: You mean. Friends, who have sex?Abigail: Exactly! What do you think?Me: That woul...d be great! Yes, let’s be friends with benefits.Abigail: Hahaha! You would love that don’t you?Me: Of course! I love it!Abigail: Hahaha! Ok, let’s head back to campus.Me: You go ahead, I have some work here in town.Abigail: Ok, carry on. Bye!Me: Bye!Abigail headed back to campus. I wonder what Lisa is doing. She’s at work here in town. Cleaning some. I knew most of these would be fake. But there is no harm in trying.Then I found some of these couples in the chatroom and tried initiating conversations with them. Two couples responded with a hi. Within minutes I found one of them was fake. I was pretty sure the other were fake too. But then I thought there is no harm in continuing the conversation. The guy was called Sunil and he asked me what is it I was looking for. I told him I wanted to be friends with genuine people for NSA fun. He said. Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long! His first small load pumps out down the valley at the front of his bell end and is followed almost immediately by a large powerful blast from his impressive love gun. I close my eyes just in time and take it mostly over my forehead and cheek, a little loop hanging wetly against my eyelid.Beneath my fingers, I can feel the semen pulsing up his cock. Another load lands mainly in my hair and this time I swoop down, mouth open, and scoop his throbbing erection. Mother! Hes a meal, he doenst need to be good-looking. He is, isnt he? Yes, Mother. Where is this young man, Id like to speak with him. Hes sleeping. You can talk to him later. Your father allowed him in the house? Laden exclaimed, as shocked as Id been when Robert invited Jay to stay with us. Yeah. I think hes just glad I wont die, and he doesnt have to offer me any more advice on selling my body. Is that how you met him? Yes. Does he know? Y-yes. I muttered, expecting a lecture. Mother just.