. aise karte karte aunty ko masti chadne lagi or wo jor jor so siskiya maarne lagi for main unki doodhu ko chusne lagaa ….waah yaar aise lag raha th...a k pata nahi kitne dine k baad kuch fall full khaya ho….aunty ko or majaa aane laga fir aunty ko maine aunty ko apni taang failaane ko kaha or fir aunty dono tang hawa me uthe dekh kar or khuli hui chut dekh kar mera to mann or chodu sa ho gaya.Fir mujhse raha nahi gaya or main pagalo () k tarah uski chut chaatne laga or chat te chat te baar baar. The classes didn't stimulate me enough." What did?" Computer science. I actually built a personal computer from scratch while in high school, creating programming for it, the whole nine yards. When I went to college I wanted to challenge myself, you know. I majored in biology at first, wanting to know how the ultimate computer, the brain, functioned. But by my sophomore year I had an epiphany. While other classes helped exercise my brain, I realized I needed to focus on what happens after I. "You must work pretty hard up on the oil rigs here. Do you like it?" lame Gabby, way to think on the spot. "It’s a… lifestyle I guess. Pays well. Hours suck." "12 hour days for you?" she was absently drawing on the bar with her finger glancing up at him trying to play it cool "16 today - we started early for a shutdown." “You don’t have an early morning tomorrow do you?” She asked innocently, hiding all of the wicked things she wanted to do to him between now and tomorrow morning, behind a. And the clouds have started to open up some. We arrive at the train station after taking a few selfies together with the otters . Thankfully the wait isnt that long and no one is there so we have a whole section just for ourselves. We take our seats and lean back and relax as our train is about embark. Slowly the train starts making it around the park and we start talking about what else “work” lol. I tell her about my shift and she tells me about how well the new dog in her show has been.