Phir wo mere upar baith gai ar chudwane lagi(cowgirl position).Wo mere lund k upar niche ho rahi thi ar mere hatho ko lekar unki chati par rakh diya a...r kha jitna man kare utna dabao. Ab mein bhi josh m agai mami ki chut mere lund ko kas k jakde hui thi ar mein mami ki chuchuiya puri trah masal rha tha. Ab mami ka antim samai nikat tha unka paani nikalne wala tha to wo puri excited hokar mere lund k upar kudne lagi . Merese yeh control nai hua ar mere muhse awaz nikalne lagi jisse mama ki neend. I hate school but I guess I need to get this done with." She sighed."Yeah I hated schoo... Hey! No standing on the slide! Tyler! Get down!" Looking chagrined the boy carefully lowered himself to a seated position and slid down the slide correctly. Looking back at Jessica I apologize for taking over her job. "No, it's fine. I'd rather you be mean than me. Plus if you see it and I don't it still needs to be taken care of."“True. Well, I think I’m gonna go join these kids, maybe go dunk some of. .” “No wonder she doesn't..” Those thoughts are toxic and seizes up your body.When you're in love with someone who doesn't love you back, you get so ******* close to hating them. You hate that they've ripped you open, eaten you up and have left you to decay. You hate that they have let you hate yourself more than you could ever hate them. You hate them because of the things they gave you which weren't all good. And the things they stole. Like crying on their shoulders which they gave, but your. It was nothing particularly exceptional, if it hadn'tbeen for the conversation with my uncle I would have put it down to goodgenes. Luckily, this was the explanation my father latched onto, he wasecstatic, and actually started to treat me like a human being. Becauseof my pre-cog abilities, I was excelling at team sports. Okay, myreflexes, strength and coordination were much improved, but I was alsobetter able to anticipate the opposing teams tactics and position myselfto exploit their mistakes..