I was devastated. Lindsay would tell her friends, who would tell my friends,who would confront me, and my life would be ruined. I shut the door and le... her into the familyroom. She quickly asked me what was going on before I could silence her, so I sighed and toldher the entire story, save my dad's taking of my "virginity." She listened attentively, andwhen I stopped, she just sat there. "OK. That's cool." She said it with a straight face, but I couldn't understand how shecould possibly stand. Before I knew what was happening, she lowered her head down, engulfing again my cock with her mouth. She almost gagged on it.I kept groping her round boos and pinching her hard nipples.I could not believe she was performing that show in front of our guests; but I was not dreaming. The itch on my cockhead told me that the whole sucking action was going on for real…I noticed my sensual Ana was playing with her swollen clit while she sucked my cock. I loved her naughty fingers rubbing her. Tui to daroom chutee koraychish ray. Teen teen baar gud chudiye cheesh? Tao tor bhai chudechey tokay?” Ami amar classer modhey khoob popular hoye gelam. Amake amar bondhu ra jigesh korte lahlo je barata ke much diye aar gud diye khete ki rakom lage? Bara jakhon gude dhoke takhan ki khub lage? Gud chodate kato maza hoe? Classer jato meyera nijer boyfreinder kotha bolto tara amar samne sab chup mere gelo. Classer meye, Neeta, je khub baro golaye bolto je tar boyfriend tar sareer opor theke tar. It hadn't rained in almost a week, so the field should be perfect."My project." Sometimes teachers could be so dense."Your project," he said stiffly, "was an abstract art piece on an emotion. This is... is... is almost representational."My drawing was a guy standing on a hill. He was surrounded by a heart, and the heart was surrounded by a sunburst as the guy stared at a girl on another slightly higher hill. It was supposed to represent my undying love for the girl on the other hill. For once,.