Wo shaid aj bohet garam thi ab tak us ki phudi sy mujy yakeen hy 2 baar money nikal chuki thi.nasreen kabhi kabhi zor laga k mera lun phudi sy kas k d...ba rahi thi jis sy mujy bohet maza aata.kher ab nasreen nay 1 baar phir zor sy mera lun kas k phudi sy paker lia or may 1 dam dhila par k us k oper gir giya ab mujy feel ho raha tha k money niklany lagi hy meri jis sy mayny 1 dam lun bahir khench k taizi sy lun ander bahir kerny laga or sath hi mery lun sy taizi sy money us ki phudi may nikal. I didn’t have geography so I only saw Mr Norman in passing. He smiled but didn’t say anything. Last lesson was swimming and as usual I walked home. Passing that spot that had started my road to sexual awakening. When I got home I was called into the matrons office.Matron was sitting behind her desk with the housemaster, her husband, standing next to her. “Michael.” She said, I hate being called Michael and I am sure she knew it. “I have had a call from Mr Norman.”“What about miss?” I said. ” “When we’re in the car,” she replied. We got to the car and climbed in, she pulled her blouse out of her skirt and slipped off. “Here,” she said, “hold this.” Then she handed me the wet blouse. She pulled the shoulder straps of her bra down her arms, slid the fastening round to the front and tossed the discarded item into the back of the car. She struggled to put wet blouse back on as it kept sticking to her skin, but sort of managed to get it round her. “Phew, I didn’t realise it would be. I lifted the hood on the car and disconnected the throttle linkage so the getaway driver could not leave. I closed the hood and went to the driver's side and opened the door. The driver didn't have his seatbelt on so I picked up some road gravel and dumped it into the belt latch. I then put the belt around the robber and clicked it closed. I tried the release button and, sure enough, it was jammed. The robber had a gun in his belt so I removed it, dumped the bullets in the back seat and slid.