.Bhabi” mazak kr rhi thi me…Mujhe sab pta tha jo bhi tum kr rhe the… Buddhu lund kabhi se nhi ghusta h ..Ab daal hi diya h achhe se chodo muhhe......Heheh”Me ” tumne to dara hi diya tha …Ab fikar mat kro aisa chodunga tumhe ki hamesha ye chudai yaad rahegi tumhe.”Then I started to kiss her lusty lips passionately , lying on her . She wrapped her arms around me tightly.My hands were on ger ass .. Pressing it slapping it.She removed my t-shirtAnd I removed ger nighty and bra.I wasted no time to put. The first level was parking for about three cars on each side of the spiral staircase that was wound around the elevator. The floor above that was the living room on one side of the elevator and dining area on the other. The kitchen behind the elevator joined the two spaces. Above that were a series of bedrooms, game rooms, library and an exercise room. The whole space was covered with an exterior of Pilkington glass from the level above the car parking to the stone above.When the lake above. Good girl Chiama." she patted a girl or two on the head. Then she stopped at a timid looking thing and snapped "That's wrong! so is that! No, no, it's no good, you'll have to work these out again. All wrong!" the girl looked terrified. "I'll come back to you!" threatened the headmistress.She checked the other books and then said to me. "We can't let standards slip Mr Bates. We have to be firm to be kind." Then she sat down on a chair and ordered the "bad" pupil to stand on a chair which she had. Everything about her was modelesque. She was the perfect height, almost always wearing heels, even just around the house. She kept her hair long, in its natural loose curls. She has the slightest posh accent from growing up in the u.k.She was at the kitchen counter leaned up against it, scrolling through her phone before she looked up and saw me.“How was school today, darling?” She says with a deep sigh. Her tone tells me she must know how school was and that I’m about to face some kind of.