We pretended to be usual at class room. But one day at night in a SMS she texted me saying “I don’t know what you have thought of me, but I have g...iven u d best value i know in my heart”. It was such a sentence which made me insane. I started staring her at class room & she liked my staring badly.On the day of my send-off I gave here my AUTOGRAPH (Slam) book, TO write her opinion about me. She took the book & I don’t know why?! but with tears in her Eyes she left the send-off hall.After my exams. . Before she could stammer out much more I flipped her over and kissed her. I kissed her on the mouth. Then on both checks. Then started kissing down her petite neck. God, this girl was beautiful, and smelled like flowers. She was a late bloomer, as mom called her. She was still flat chested with a pair of sensitive little nubs that made her moan softly when I kissed them thru her night shirt. I started sliding my hands down her sides, and over her back. Gently caressing this little porcelain. A silent expression of love and tenderness.Then she leans forwards, burying her face in one of the huge number of pillows that appeared when she first moved in with me all those years ago. A silent reminder that tenderness is not exactly what she wants right at this moment – she wants to get fucked. Hard. And I am more than happy to oblige.Grabbing her hips, I thrust deeply into her. She pushes her hips back against me, and we fall into a familiar rhythm. She buries her face in the pillow,. A small pool of come collected on the floor underher fanny as it dripped out of her love gash, uninhibited by the lips of herfanny. "What next then Dave?" Asked John "Well I reckon that her arse needs a shagging, it's far too tight formy liking at the moment" Dave answered rising from the bench and reachingto untie Melody's hands and release the strings attached to her fanny rings. "Bring that bench over will you?" The bench was about three foot high and made of rough wood. They placedit.