Apna bhi deikha de… ek baat sun…agar tu mujhe lund dikhayega..toh mai tera lund choos bhi doonga”Woh bola “sahab… aise gande kaam nahi karta... mai”, aur woh apni potli fatafat pack karne laga…aur woh bahar jane ke liye…potli kandhe pe utha ke door ki taraf badh gaya..Usne dono haathon se potali apne kandhe pe pakdhi hui thi… Maine door latch pehle hi andar se bad kar rakha tha…Usne door open karne ke try kiya… but usako latch ka system shayad samjh me nahi aaya… so usane mere taraf dekha… mai. I had trouble catching my breath as I pulled up the panties. My pants were pushed out as I put the bra on then my shirt.I ran back to Mrs Scott's house and was putting the bra and panties back as Mrs Scott pulled in the driveway. I was starting to relax when I heard talking up front. Looking around the corner I nearly passed out when I seen Mr Davis. Running back to the bedroom, I sat on the bed waiting for the worse. A few minutes passed before I heard someone coming down the hall. Mrs Scott. He covered his embarrassment at the transparency of his feelings with a sip from the drink Scott had brought him."You want to share some of my Smokie Mike?" Scott asked in a low voice."Sure," Michael said. Scott rested the hand holding his own cup lightly on Michael's shoulder as if to steady the younger man and then brought the bun up to Michael's mouth. He watched as Michael bit a section away."That's it Mike, open wide, you take Scottie's cut wiener; juicy and hot. Oh God," Scott's friend. Somehow, he could always get the scoop from the local group of girls. Whether it was about who was keen on who, where the party was going to happen, or often just tidbits of information about people that seemed to have no importance. He liked to say he had a way with women.Keller openly guffawed at that, “Heidi Greenfield? You’re kidding.”“I’m not yanking your chain, man. Brenda told me. Apparently, she finally got word that you liked her from six months ago. Brenda said she wants to fuck your.