Kya maza aa rha hai…Wo bhi apni gaand utha utha ke chud rhi thi…Main bhi josh mein tha….Aur hum gandi baatein krne lage…Main bola garima…..T...eri choot hai ya tandoorrr itni garam hai k tujhe pelte pelte mera lund aur sakht ho rha hai meri raand….Ooo garima meri randi teri chootchodunga aaj…Teri behen to do dhakko mein hi jhad jaati hai….Tu hi meri asli gharwli hai …Tujhe apni randi banake chodunga garima…Kmere laude pe bithake ghumaounga….Meri choti raand..Teri gaand bhi main aaj hi. " She nodded, after a moment. "Right. Of course. Just... I have to get to class." She turned, quickly, wiping at her eyes and ran off. When Hope appeared ten minutes later, Shawna had already left."Right. Are we all up and running?" Aiden asked, settling into the middle seat of the couch, controller at the ready. Marcus dropped into his own seat opposite, and Tony settled down at one end of the table. The three screens sat pointing out from the middle of the table where a small cluster of. Although she was very pretty, her ability to be childish at random never brought her any male company. She tried very hard with her weight, constantly trying diets, thinking that her almost hourglass figure wasn’t enough for the gentlemen at her school. At 16, she decided to stay on for sixth form, hoping that with age, the attention she would get would increase. Sure enough she made lots of new friends and her confidence around others increased. She was one of the most popular people within. Why else would he want to see her? And after, she'd worked so hard! Up until this week she'd never done anything out of the ordinary. She'd been good at her job. She'd been efficient. Now this!She wondered why they never wanted to see her when she did a good job? How come they only were interested in her if she fucked up? It wasn't fair. Where would she find another job like this? She sat at her desk in a funk, frowning and running over and over in her head every possible explanation for the.