Pooja age mein mujhse ek saal badi hai. Uska rang gora Pooja ki chuchiya (boobs) aur gand dono hi mast hai. Kisi ka bhi dekh kar khada ho jaaye. Let m...e come on the story. Ye start hoti hai mere birthday se. Us din class mein main aur Pooja jaldi aa gaye the.Pooja :- Happy birthday, Jimmy. Me :- Bas happy birthday, aur kuch nahi?To Pooja ne mujhe hug kiya aur kiss di.Pooja :- Aur kuch?Me :- Haa mera gift.Pooja :- Bolo kya chahiye?Me :- Abhi nahi baad mein. Par tum pakka dogi na jo maaguga?Pooja. You see, I had discovered my lesbian side while in Paris, and had enjoyed a couple of very hot flings with cute French girls not much older than Carly. I stood there, rooted to the spot, taking in the sight of her. My heart throbbed as I stared at her perky breasts and the sparse triangle of down between her legs. She had an incredible little ass, too. Then she noticed that I was staring, and I blurted, "Oh, sorry!" beating a hasty retreat. The next thing I knew, I was sprawled out on the bed. ”“I am in love with you now too Sandy. But I can’t forgive myself for how I treated you so cruelly. Being with you will just remind me of how I used to be such a self-centered douche.”Do you remember that poem? “If you love something set it free. If it comes back, it’s yours. If not, it was never meant to be. You were willing to set me free. I don’t want your money or my freedom. I want you to just love me forever.”“Sandy, are you sure this is what you want?”“Yes, and I want to have your. .," and so on. It was always on, and always absorbing into our brains.Several hours later, the men who had been dragged off to 'Room F1' were returned to their cells. Up to this point, I had been the only one in my cell, but the doors opened, and the poor man who had been taken away was put in with me. He was in obvious physical pain, glassy eyed, and delirious. They pushed him in, and slammed the iron bars shut. I helped him off the ground, and moved him onto his cot."Are you all right?" I.