. ushe thoda blleding hua ab use dard hone laga maine thodi der k liye apna land andar ghusake rakh diye thodi der bad aur ekbar jor lagaya to pura gh...us gaya ab use achha lagne laga may speed dadha diya aur aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh huuuuuuu huuuuuuuuuuuu uuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhheen aaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaur jor se koro wo mujhe kehne lagi may bola dekh may tera aj bhosra ready kar diy madar chod kysa fatra…………?Kehne lagi bahut dard hai ,par maza dugna hai may. Kiss her ass? Here? Now? Besides, how dare she talk to a high school boy that way!“NOW!” she demanded and my legs buckled and for whatever reasons, I pushed my face into the very seat of her shorts and I kissed while she pressed her palms to the brick wall of the Shake Shack for support. I couldn't believe it. I hated it! Kissing a girl's ass---in public.She eventually pushed my head away and laughed. “Most would have started with my butt cheeks, perv-boy.”Most? How many times had she done this. The children's confessions were, of course, simpler and less imaginative than those of the young married women. Heather was no exception, and Father Reilly might not have noticed her had she not had a beautiful singing voice. When it came to selecting a St. Lucia for the annual procession, there was little doubt in the young priest's mind where his choice would lie. That was how it started.The child was beautiful and yet, and yet, she was not quite still a child; at sixteen she was in the first. Shelooks at least fifteen years younger,-with all her tightskin & also young face and long hairs ;- and of courseher plump breasts & 'S'-shaped buttocks.One thing for sure,- she always wore nothing otherthan loose sari and of course nightly at bedtime.I am a man of 38yrs,- having a working wife,- who isquite a loving and a caring one.We ,- me & my mother-in-law,- were just discussingabout her. As she asked me,- I could never bypassthat my lady always cared for me from food to bed.The discussion.