Meant that I wouldn't be late to algebra lecture if I hurried. I toddled into the bathroom and washed the spit off my face, took two or three painkill...ers, no time for my daily staring contest with my reflection, only to comb my shining black, straight hair a bit, take on a little make-up and a lot of perfume to cover the smell of my sweat. Then I got back into my bedroom, opened the Thursday-shelf and put on what I had there, slip, bra, socks, black leggings, white shirt, a look in the mirror. .Kiran (gusse me): to kya aap muje jaan buz ke out of control karna chahte the?? Aur jor se mere penis pe ek zapad mar di, muje laga ki Kiran bhi sayad yahi chahti hai jo main chahta hu, maine fir se usko bobs par mara, to usne mera penis pe mara, uske touch karne se mera penis khada ho gaya, ab me control nahi pa raha tha, maine cabin andar se lock kardi,Kiran: Ye kya kar rahe ho sir,Me: kiran, tumne aaj muje out of control kar diya…. Ab main tuje nahi chhodung (I will not leave you)…Maine. " Of course," I said, trying to sound understanding.Hannah moved forward so she could pull at my shirt to wipe my jizz off her sleeve but all it did was make a stain that quickly hardened."What am I going to do?" she lamented."It's an ice cream stain," I suggested. "We'll stop and get some. You can be finishing it off as you walk into your house." You're smart," she said impressed.I shrugged. If I was smart, I would have made sure she wasn't hit by my jizz in the first place.I was even smarter. He fucked her for several minutes. Finally he stopped and just held his cock still, deep inside her bowels. He reached down for his belt. Once he had grasped it he pulled her up by her hair again and looped it around her neck. She struggled against him but was impaled on his cock and weight pressing down on her. She felt helpless and vulnerable. No. No. Please. He didnt acknowledge her pathetic attempt at a struggle, though he was enjoying the sensation on his cock. He let rip. His fury was his.