”“Oh.”“I said half past to quarter to, I expect,” claimed Mohammad. Mia was taller than him in those boots; almost as tall as that American ...collection of sticks she seemed to like. Though he himself would still be stronger, of course.“I’ve got the text...” Mia challenged with a smirk, patting her jacket pocket.“Well I meant to say that at least. Anyway I got his name: Claude Simon.”“Okay, what’s the next step?” Mia shifted her eyes to Grace.“Well we could google him, to find out more?” Grace. "What are you doing after this?" i asked nervously, still afraid he might not be interested. "I dint have any plans, but" he hesitated for a moment, unsure of his words, "what is it?" i asked, "It's ok, you can say it" i told him, hoping he wanted to come home with me . "Well, I was hoping you might want to hang out after this." he said, "Maybe go somewhere for cofee or something?" I smiled impishly at him, "How bout we just go to my place for the or something and forget about the coffee baby". Give them an experience that they would know that other men can do just as well, but if I did it right, they would always judge other men, hoping for as good, although seldom better (my ego coming to the fore).Over the next week, I took at least one class a day, sex ed. in front of an all-girl class, I was never sure that I was doing right, but both Miriam and Gloria were happy with my performance. I had four eighteen year olds, three seventeen year olds, six sixteen year olds, and thirteen. .papa mai aap ki batchoki maa banna chati hoo….Papa ne mere hothon main ek kass ke kiss khye…karib 5 minit tak hum dono ki hoth chipke rake….maine apna muh khol liya aur papa ne apna jevh mare muh main dal diya…..kiss khatam karke papa bolePapa– main duniya mai sabse lucky baap hoon…mari kamsin jawan bati se sadi karke patni banaya aur abhi suhagrat bana raha hun…mari pyari bati tujhe main chod chodke pel kar dunga…tujhe main bitna such dunga ke har waqt swarg main hahagi…mera land ab se tera.