Her crush, Ashutosh Rana.He was an item for her infatuation since the day he arrived to live in the society. Tall, athletic built and a manly look. He...had an air innocence and indifference around him that attracted her.Aarohi usually met him in the society compound and exchanged pleasantries. Apart from extending a helping hand once in awhile, when he saw her struggling with some stuff she was carrying, he did not talk much with her except for politely responding to her hellos. How she wished. She wished they’d just leave her alone. It was her moment of sorrow, she just wanted to cry.Ava was seventeen years old and her mother had passed away. For nearly a year her mother had been suffering from inoperable cancer. Ava watched in horror as her mother went from a strong, powerful woman to a comatose state near the end. In all the time she was in the hospital, and for as long as she was able, Ava’s mother wrote to her. She wrote motherly love letters and letters of encouragement.Now Ava. Agatha looked at me while she stroked my cock and she smiled.She then leaned on me and wrapped her plump lips around my cockhead. I moaned and grabbed her hair, pulling her face into my crotch. I heard her gagging on my thick cock; but however, I did not release the grip… She struggled and I finally let her head go.Agatha breathed for a couple seconds and she alone engulfed again my hardness. She sucked on hard.I reached out my hand and slipped it under her skirt.My fingers soon found her tiny. . Mom...Mom? Where the hell did that come from? Oh well. Her image still made my heart happy. I closed my eyes. At least I think I did, and then I drifted off again.I opened my eyes. At least one of them. Something was wrong. No matter how hard I tried, the second eye would NOT open. Not only that, but everything was sideways, so my open eye wasn't working right, either. Curtains don't hang horizontally, and I'm pretty sure those papers and books would slide off that desk if it was really.