Our chests firmly pressed. My hands grabbing her ass fiercely, gripping almost painfully her sweet ass. We would play, passionately. Meeting, learning..., listening, fighting somewhat irrationally, learning, listening, laughing. My dick would be ragingly thick and full and her pussy would be wet, and achingly open. Tight against my straight upward shaft and balls, occasionally sliding against it but only incidentally. I would let the kiss dissolve. And let our bodies grow comfortable in the. To top it up, one positive case was found in one of our society towers and our society was sealed. For all essential items, there was a van that came and everyone had to fall in line to buy the commodities.I didn’t go downstairs much but that one day, I was standing in the line awaiting my turn and I saw a lady standing ahead of me in the queue. She had brown hair which was shining in the sunshine wearing a yellow dress till her knees and her 38 ass protruding out. Seeing that ass, I had a rush. Basically, hands only and lots of dirty talk, so I don’t feel so guilty cheating on my partner. I feel my pussy twitch, aching as the first guy slips his hand under my skirt and rubs along my slit over my knickers.‘She’s fucking wet already’ he says.The second guy puts his other hand up the front of my skirt and finds my clit through the cotton, I gasp. It’s swollen and throbbing at his touch.‘We’ve got a little slut here I think’ he says.‘Mmmm, you have’ I reply, moaning quietly as they both. It was hard to return to business as usual.Only days after my Aunt's cremation, I went to California with Mokuba. We found a house near the campus and moved in my brother and a small staff. Ishtaaru and I went with Mokuba to the Dean of Admissions. We explained my brother's unique circumstances and registered him officially as Morio Abdulatem, with myself and Ishtaaru listed as his legal guardians. Then, we signed various forms granting my brother access, rights and privileges that no.