Kya batao yaroon agar tumlog unhe dekhte to tum bhi mere tarah shoste, Unki baal, unki chal, unki boobs, unki ass kya batao unki sab kuch me jadu hi j...adu hai. Jisdin unki class rehte the usdin sab college ate the wo naye nabeli teacher thi, isiliye teaching capasity thori weak thi, aur isiliye shayed unki pass private coching ke liye khub kam students ate the. Kuch mahine bad mai aur mere kuch dost unki pass padai karne jane laga par kuch din bad mere dost log unki pass padna chor diya par mai . He put one hand on my mound - where my pubic hair would have been had I not been shaved - and asked if I was ok. When I said yes, he slid his fingers down toward my slit and asked again. Yup - still ok, if a bit bewildered. He started stroking my pussy -- and getting no complaint from me, slipped two fingers inside. I was clearly already wet - plus he had lotion on his hands. He started finger-fucking me & had me thrusting my hips to meet his hand in no time. Even though he was only. I danced with quite few guys, and didn't have to buy one drink, but I just couldn't seem to make a good connection with anyone. I was determined to get some though. My friends left me saying the club was dead, but I stuck around because I had a feeling something good was going to happen. I was standing at the bar finishing my drink when a rather attractive girl started to talk to me. I told her that the club, even though it was new, seemed to be a dud. She asked what I meant. I told her. He pulled it up and studied it for a good while, he then switched to a pricing website and checked the amounts that I had used to collate my data.He stopped and looked over at me, “Jack how on earth did you pick up on these companies, they are pretty diverse.”“I just did what you showed me Dad, but I looked into a wider market. When I did, I noticed some trends, don’t ask me how, cause I don’t know just chalk it up to a blind squirrel finding a nut, it’s bound to happen once in a while. But you.