He then began to make several calls on his cell phone.As he was making the calls he walked away into thekitchen where I could not hear his conversatio.... A fewminutes passed before he came back and pulled up a chairnext to me. He kissed my cheek, slapped my ass and sitdown and went about telling me I was in for a realtreat. In his words, “You wanted to be a slut so I amgoing to make you a slut, you are going to become a real Black mens bitch.”About 20 min later the door bell rang and Leroy. '" 'Who needs a dream'?" That's it! Could you sing it again now, for old time's sake?"I eyed her oddly. "My singing hasn't exactly improved with age, and I don't remember you liking it then." Please?"Like I was going to refuse. "All right." I did a quick mental run-through of the lyrics, then started singing softly:"Who needs a dream?who needs ambition?who'd be the foolin my position?Once I had dreamsnow they're obsessionshopes became needslovers possessionsNow I'm where I want to beand who I. Hu nikli gayo… Ghaare jaai ne sui gayo…savare vehla uthi ne college java maate taiyaar thyo.. Tyaare baar varsad chaalu thaai gayo…College java ni iccha j maari gaai…Haawe vicharyu k bhabhi na tya jaai ne araam kru..Bhabhi na tya door bell vagadi…Bhabhi maane joi ne khusam khush thai gaya… Ander laai ne kiss krva lagya…Bhabhi-kem college na gayo.?Me-patni ni yaad aaai gaai. Aatke na gayo…Drashti ander suti ti…Bhabhi-2 wagya sudhi aame bane a lesbian sex kryu aane baau maja kri…Me-arey wah…haawe. ‘You touch my breasts so wonderfully!’ While Bobby’s lips and one hand worked on the assistant principal’s firm breasts, his other hand slid down her silken flesh and began to explore her rounded belly. Then it delved into her lush forest of pubic hair. As ecstasy swept through her, Doreen clamped her lips against Bobby’s, her tongue exploring his mouth. Bobby continued his avid exploration of Miss Ingalls’ willing form with lips and hands. She was so warm, so silken, and her response to his.