" yes, yes... Yes... Yes... Yes... Yes... Fuck my ass, god fuck my ass... it feels so fucken good...fuck my ass, Kevi...fuck... fuck..."The sensations... run through his back like electricity. His mother's ass are so fucken hot on the inside. And tight... fucken tight. It feels like a huge fist opening and closing on his in and out moving rod. He knows he won't last long. He holds for dear life onto the fat rolls of her bucking hips as he moves in and out of the burning tight ass-hole of his own. Phir Mita usse puchhi, “Ritu, aap bura na mane to ek sawaal puchhu?”“Arre nahi, aap aisi kyon bol rahi hai, pucchiye na, kya puchhna hai?” Woh boli.Mita boli, “aap itni sundar ho kea apse koi bhi pyar kar baithe, kya apki koi boy friend hai?”Woh haske boli, “nahi, meri to koi bhi boyfriends nahi hai….. Aur phir aap to sundar hai kya apke koi boy friends hai?”Hum donone ek dusre ko dekha phir Ritu ko bole, “Guess karo.”Woh kuchh der sochti rahi phir boli, “Mujhe lagta hai aap dono ke boy friends. I lost my love for horses, riding fences for my Grandfather, in my early teens. He had a string of south Texas range ponies that were working stock. One inch taller and they would have been a horse, one inch shorter and they would have been called a pony. In actual fact, they were rawhide, stretched over coil springs. All whip leather and bad temper, get off one to drive a staple in a fence post and it was a rodeo to get back on. They were mean and they were tough but they got the job done. I. ” He was then sent to find, according to the slip of paper the Principal gave him, one Lillie Thompson, the new Kindergarten teacher.================================================Lillie Thompson was nervous. She was just out of college and was about to start her first real job as a teacher. Twenty-six five-year-olds were going to either learn to love her or hate her and she wasn't at all sure which it would be. Still, she did have a little experience, after working with all those second.