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“Hey,” I protest, and Lexi laughs as she walks away. She returns moments later with a laptop.

She plops down. “Remember when we spoke about what someone can do to help kids in Afghanistan?”

The laptop screen is filled with smiling Afghan children. I would recognize them anywhere with their skin tone and sparkling white teeth. My heart lifts at the sight of the smiling children.

“I found this charity that takes care of children who’ve lost their parents to war, hunger, and illness. Anyway, you sponsor a child, and every three months you get an update on how they are doing,” Lexi says.

I’m interested.

Lexi opens her Gmail account. “I’ve been communicating with one of the directors and I gave her our names and expressed our interest.”

She opens an email attachment and two boys fill the screen. They are twins and look to be about five years old. “This is Abdul-Ali and his brother Imad. They lost their parents to suicide bombers and have been under the care of the home.”

Both boys are smiling at the camera. If I could, I would take them from that wretched place and bring them here. But I can’t do that, so the next best thing is to sponsor their education.

“Let’s do it,” I tell Lexi.

“Don’t you want to know the cost?” she says.

“It doesn’t matter. We can afford it. Thank you, Lexi. This means a lot.”

I can’t peel my eyes from the boys. “Luna will have brothers from a distant land.”

“Yes, she will,” Lexi says softly.

We sit and talk for a while and then Lexi has to go and get ready. I go to the kitchen and pour Luna’s milk into her sippy cup. We sit together on the couch as she drinks her milk. Not long after, she falls asleep and I carry her to her room.

Her naps are like clockwork. At exactly 11 AM, she naps and again at 4 PM. I enter our bedroom just as Lexi is coming out of the bathroom. My gaze rakes hungrily over the swell of her breasts and lowers to her thighs. I close the door and as I go to her, Lexi takes one look at my face and runs around the bed.

“I know that look, Ace,” she says.

“What look?” I ask her innocently. “I was just coming to help dry your hair.”

“I used the drier,” she says.

“Your back?”

She laughs. “My back?”

“Yeah. I want to oil your back. There’s this one spot that you don’t reach. It’s always dry.”

“Mmmm,” Lexi says. “I don’t know if I can trust you. I have to be out of here in ten minutes.”

“I won’t make you late, I promise.” I’ll be fast. My cock is steel-hard.

Lexi picks up a bottle of lotion from the bedside table, drops the towel, and my breath hitches. My gaze doesn’t leave her curvy ass as I quickly pull off my t-shirt and in another movement, my pants and boxer briefs are off.

I part her legs and kneel down in the middle. She hands me the lotion and I pour a little into my hand. I massage it into her thighs, rubbing circles around her thighs before stealing to her inner thighs.

I don’t have a lot of time. I dip my head between her legs and using my tongue I circle around until I find her pussy pleasure spot. The geography is a little different from behind but in seconds, Lexi is wriggling her gorgeous ass as I eat her pussy.

I pleasure her with my tongue and fingers and when she’s ready for me, I plant my hips between her legs and slide into her. Lexi pushes out her ass, taking more of my cock.

“Oh god, oh god,” Lexi cries as I slam into her.

My fingers dig into her hips as I thrust into her, hard. I feel Lexi’s body begin to shudder. My body gets the signal and my balls tighten in preparation to blast cum into her pussy. I’m so lost in Lexi’s body, if my phone beeped, I wouldn’t be able to extricate myself from her.

Her pussy clamps down on my cock and that’s the last straw. When I cum, the orgasm rocks me all the way to my toes. Lexi lets out a cry and her body grows limp. I lie on her back but make sure I don’t drop all my weight on her.

“I don’t think I can leave this bed,” Lexi moans.

I chuckle and slowly withdraw my shaft from inside the heat of her pussy. “Oh yes you can,” I tell her. Energized, I get up, pull Lexi to the edge, and lift her from the bed.

“Where are we going?” she protests.

“Bathroom. A quick shower. I owe you that,” I tell her.

She stands under the shower and I wash her gently and when we’re both clean I turn off the water and wrap her in a towel.