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I really regretted the fact that I might have to end my lessons. But other things seemed to be going on. It was especially hot in the apartment and it seemed that Betty had her shirt unbuttoned an extra button, which really wasn't much since she often had her shirts completely button. As we talked, I noticed that heat had affected the cantaloupes. The cantaloupes were at peak ripeness and giving off a pungent aroma. It's overly used cliché, but I was filled with desire, but unsure of which melons I wanted Cuckold Web Sites Bisexual Brittini Blacks On Blondes Cuckold Husbands the last time she let this orgasm flow out of me. As my orgasm poured out of me, Betty clamped her teeth into my chest. Her bite would leave me marked for several days; making a smile to appear on my face each time I saw it in the mirror. Throughout my orgasm and the biting, she did not miss a beat. 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I pulled my arms around her and we hugged tightly.