She sat on my chest and started kissing neha very passionately, seeing this my cock which was still in pussy of neha and had started to go down, jumpe...d back and got harder than before. Feeling this neha broke her kiss and let out a loud moan, she told shreya he likes it, he is harder then before. . .Shreya caught my hands and put them on her boobs and pressed them really hard. I loved it and kept pressing them.. Even harder. Feeling this, shreya broke her kiss with neha and started pressing. As she walked around the class with the textbook in her hand, reading aloud to the class, her eyes fell on a student who had fallen asleep during the lecture.“Mr. Aman!” shouted out Monica.“Huh…What?” said Aman and raised his head and looked around the room sleepily.He was greeted by the sight of Ms. Monica’s breasts and ample cleavage as she bent over in front of him, she was very angry but his eyes were glued to the sight of the two perfectly shaped breasts in front of him.“Mr. Aman! This is. And anyway, they're not my type anymore." What is your type?" Justine insisted.***It happened a few weeks ago. Clara had just been dropped off by the TARDIS and discovered that one of the problems of time travel was that if you lost your keys, there was literally no way to retrace your steps. For all Clara knew, she'd misplaced them in the future, then gone back to lift them from fifteen minutes ago, thus screwing over the her in between.As if being locked out of her house wasn't enough, it. I was thinking of asking her to marry me. Should I? Could I? Is it what I should be asking, do I have the guts? Yeah, I do? I want it; I want her to be my wife. I want us to have kids. I want us to live happily ever after. I was going to do it.When? When should I ask her? Should I wait? Wait for what? Wait till I question myself? Nope I was going to do it right away.I made up my mind to ask her today when I found the right moment.Damn, I need to give her a ring. She won't need one but I need to.