We do not speak of her anymore; just like Solange is not a name heard in this camp. It brings up too many bad memories. We let their names die with th...m.”“Oh Bob, I am so sorry I have caused you grief, it was never meant to.”“I understand Kolstar. Please, let it be known that either name is not a subject to be spoken of here in this camp. I do not wish to be reminded of such grief. I have Angel; it is like she has been reborn and is no longer the other name she once answered to. But let us go. Classes weren't that difficult since we were honor students. Michael was studying business. I was studying mechanical engineering while Sarah was in the electrical engineering program. Amanda was taking pre-law courses though all her electives were math and science. We maintained our honor roll status and enjoyed college life though did not participate in the "Greek" scene. We all talked about fraternities and sororities but decided not to go through the rush process. We had good friends who. Fir meine cigarette fekne ke bahane us taraf dekha to wo smile dene lagi or ishara kiya ki cigarette kyu pite ho?Maine ishara kiya ki tension bohot hain, usne pucha kaisa tension (isharo me)? Maine bola padhai ka, fir wo chali gayi, aur aise baar baar hone laga.Ek din uske ghar peh maine uske mom dad ko car me beth ke jaate dekha, to main dudh mangne ke bahane uske ghar chala gaya, shaam ka wakt tha aur halka sa andhera sa tha ghar mein. Maine knock kiya toh achanak se aa gayi mere samne aur. Her breasts flattened against the glass. He leaned on her back, his thrusts gaining intensity. Zoe felt his harsh breaths on her neck, the flex of his fingertips digging into her hip. The sensations were almost too much but she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted the closeness between them to continue on… and on. His hold on her tightened as his cock plunged inside her. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to her cheek, her throat, his mouth hot and damp on her skin. “Zoe,” he said, his.