Maine darte huye ussey apne haath mein liya. Unhone kaha ki ye dekha hai kabhi. Maie kaha- haan dadaji… Saath wale ghar mein munney ki lulli dekhi h...i… Lekin wo to bohot choti si hai. Ye to itana bada aur mota hai. Ye kya hai dadaji.Dadaji ye sunkar hasne lage. Unhone ab meri gaand sehlani shuru kar di thi. Unhone mujhse poocha ki tumne kachchi kyun nahi pehni. Maine kaha dadaji meri kachchi tight thi to mujhe comfortable nahi lag raha tha isliye maine utar di. Dadaji mere chuttar sehla rahe. He barely had time to groan the words ”Oh, fuck,” before I felt his cock pulsate as he began to come, his cum rushing up his erection from his balls. The first spurt erupted over my face, hot and thick and sticky, and I aimed his knob at my chest so the next helpings splashed over my tits and nipples. Again and again he came, his creamy ejaculate splattering all over me, running off my tits and stomach, a little pool of it gathering in my navel.Believe it or not, he was still hard, and showed. His body throbbed from the long ride and for a long time he lay with his head just above the water, feeling the heat soak away the aches, before using the soap that lay in a bowl along with a flannel to wash himself.On entering the bedroom he found all his clothes had been removed and a Sherwani coat now lay on the bed along with soft leather slippers. He had no sooner put them on than the door opened and the girls appeared carrying trays of food and fruit, followed by another carrying a low. Bill was ahead in the reading, and Mr. Ven was a somewhat easy going teacher. To Mr. Ven's right, high up on the wall, was the clock. This drew his eye more than the 45 year old teacher. The last class of the day, and on a Friday at that, he just wanted to get out of there. Leave, go home, be done with school for another few days.The third object of his attention, one of the few things he looked forward to each weekday morning, sat one seat up to his right: Alice.God, she looked beautiful.