Then, using T—-’s brush and whatever else he had to make himself presentable — then helping him with his hair and beard, and touching up his man...icure (god, country music stars — worse than women) for him, we were soon ready to go… 15 minutes late, which T—- said was “perfect” for these things.With one hand, he grabbed his 2 bags, and with the other, my hand, and we walked up the back stairs out of the basement dressing room area into the reception area where I first met him before the show. A. Pura underwear geela ho gaya tha uske saliva se, mere to lund aisa khada hua jaise pehle kabhi nhi hua tha.Usne mere underwear zor se neeche kheencha jisse uske kuch nails mere thighs pe lag gaye, jaise hi mere underwear neeche hua, woh bahut khush ho gayi .Mera lamba tagda aur mota lund uske theek saamne tha, usne mere lund ko pakda aur dheere dheere upar neeche karti aur dekhti rahi aur fr hasne lagi. Usne fr ek jhatke mere skin ko neeche kiya aur upar wale hisse ko chaatne lagi, zor zor se. I got in my taxi and said bye to mom. When I arrived at the hotel restaurant a waiter showed me to my table that I had booked which was out the way and secluded in a little alcove out of the way. I waited a while and ordered a drink to try and calm my nerves.About 15 minutes in walked …..my MOM! “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Has your date not turned up then?” I realised I never got round to actually telling Mom where I was going for my date.Mom looked shocked and stood there silent for a. The late-bell rings, and I start my get-to-class routine. I make arm gestures like a flight attendant, and rhyme like Dr. Seuss. It doesn’t get them to class any faster, but the dickhead who teaches in the classroom next door is a real asshole about it. I’ve seen him stand with a clipboard, filling out disciplinaries as the kids race down the hallway after the bell rings. I know. Rules are rules, but I pick my battles. This morning is completely typical. The only deviation from the script has.