Isi karan se mera padhai ka kharcha na ke barabar tha. Jab maie novi class mein admission liya to padhai jayda bhari hone karan meri ma muhe 6-7 ghate... rojana padhati thi vo hamesa sari pahenti or jab vo padhati thi to unka pallu hamesa unke boobbs pe hat jata jata tha or mera land tanav mehsoos karta tha. Or mein apni ma ke boobs ko dekhne koshish karta tha. Meri ma samaj to jati thi par koi reaction nahi deti thi. Is trah se mera man bhi padhai mei nahi lagta tha. Mein apni ma ko hamesa nanga. Je had only been to it once as a k** and that wasn’t yesterday. Entering the room there was a table with three seats behind it, two were occupied by a brunette and a blonde woman. The brunette was a little more on the curvier side compared to the blonde. Her hair was kept short in a bob and wore silver glasses. She wore black working trousers/pants with a white blouse covered by a teal coloured waist coat. She had an certain authoritative appearance about her. The blonde however was extremely. "I thrive on them!" he laughed and shook his head as if thoroughly delighted. "You know, Carol, you're taunting me right where it gets me the most!" Oh ...? And where's that?" In my unbelieving head! Nothing this good has happened to me in three years ...!"He hadn't lied to her, Mark thought later, as he moved knowingly around his own small, seedy apartment, making himself a pitcher of martinis, some crackers with cheese, then settling down in his easy chair. He heard Queenie's level breathing. Her fuck-silt was dripping thick gobs of honey, and Jack's dripping prick had flooded the nape of her neck with a thick layer of slime. She could feel it matting her hair."Oh, honey," she moaned. "I hate to tear you away from the movie. But I've got to be fucked again!" How about you getting on top here on the couch? That way I can fuck and watch television at the same time." I don't give a shit how we do it, as long as I get your fuckin' prick inside me!"Gerta stood up, while Jack stretched.