Or main us se bola k mera niklne wala hai to vo boli k andr hi nikal do jaanu. Mai uske andr hi discharge ho gya..Mai bola k thoda rest krlo abi ek or... round maarna hai. .Fir hum aise hi baat kr rhe they k kamwali drwaja khtkane lg gyi. Or mai washroom mai chup gya. Ashna ne drwaja khola to usñe kpde ni pehne they. Kamwali boli kpde ni pehne. Ashna boli k change kr rhi thi. Kam wali ashi aj kmra kitna gnda kia tumne. Ashna usko jaane ki bol ri thi but kamwali boli k setting kr deti hu. Vo kmre. ”“What if you’re sick Friday?” Sean asked.“Then you’ll take them home Monday night,” Coach Slaughter yelled.“Okay,” Sean said.Sid said, “I think Sean has a death wish.”“He’s going to die tomorrow once coach gets him in gym clothes,” Jerry said shaking his head.“Suzie is kind of young to be a widow,” Sid said.“Yeah,” Jerry said.Coach glared at the pair of boys. They did their best to hide. Coach said, “If you fail to wear the correct gym clothes or fail to wash them over the weekend, then you’ll. You are the living, breathing, fucking, and lovable ads for it. Everywhere you go, you will live, eat, drink and fuck our products." She stared at us to ascertain our responses. It would’ve taken more than 'fuck' to get a reply from us, but by that time my fingers played an erotic tune on my clit."I have designed a new uniform for all of us. This jacket will be your step- outs." She turned around for us to see what we were getting into. Then she slowly unbuttoned her jacket and let it drop to. He heard a squeak as she turned the shower on and his mind raced with images of her body, naked, hot and wet. He tested the door, finding it unlocked, and slipped inside the bathroom. Her silhouette was framed against the cream colored shower curtain. He could hear her cursing to herself as she struggled to lift her arms over her head to shampoo her hair. He quietly peeked around the curtain, seeing her eyes closed, he quickly shed his clothes and stepped up behind her, making a small noise to.