Mai us din ko flashback style me narrate karta hu. Meri chhoti sister 18 year ki hai, uska naam Prerna hai, and pata ni mujhe kya ho gaya hai ki mai a...j kal usi ko dekh k tadapta rehta hu usko pata nahi chalne deta ki mai uske sath sex karna chahta hu but kya batau ki agar wo Mil jaye to fir or koi nahi chaiye ye feelings aap sabhi samajte honge mere khayal se saare bhai apni sister ke sath sex karne ki iccha apne mann me dabaye rakhte hai. Maine kabhi koi step nahi uthaya is direction me and. I’ll fuck you yet, I’ve still got the picture, he thought to himself, sneakily planning his next meeting. He climbed up over the rubble and the like and the first thing he looked for on the outside of the building was Jennifer’s car, it had gone. That’s what I heard when I was stuck in there with those fuckers, he thought, as he straddled his bike, fired her up, and accelerated off at full throttle. A short while later Jennifer was back at home and had been happily sat in front of her computer. Bell and could see that the man was uncomfortable. Denise was smiling like she was pulling off the greatest act of revenge in the history of the world.Having finished a long five minute rant, her father asked, “So are you going to apologize to her?”This little trip to the Principal’s office was compliments of Denise. She had called her father complaining that one of the students had been verbally abusive to her and no one was doing anything about it. Danny hadn’t even been able to defend. ” I muttered as I found the most unexpected scene ever. Instead of a large room with rows upon rows of desks, I found a small chamber with a few comfy chairs that formed a circle around a large fur rug. The décor seemed so out of place that I feared I had entered the wrong room. I was about to open the door and make sure I had read the sign correctly when a voice made me jump.“You’re in the right place,” said the soft woman’s voice. I glanced around the room, but there was no one there. Or so I.