I looked at the tag. "34B, nice." I pulled the damp bra to my face and gave it a whiff. "Hmm... this sweaty bra smells like someone was running on a t...eadmill for a half hour in it. But it couldn't have been Tamika because she's all showered and changed." I quipped facetiously. "Tell me, does this feel and smell like the bra of someone who recently showered to you guys?" I asked with sarcasm as I passed Tamika's bra around the classroom, her classmates laughing while they played with her. Yaar light brown sa tha na gora or na kala .. or os kay lund ka topa , cap . wo to or be motta or lumba tha yaar mainay dhak kar pechay ko ho gaye or lund ko haath say choor diya or osay bola plz ab bus mainy ghar jana hai ,mujay schol say be dayr ho rahi hai . or wo hansany lag para or mare ankhon main ankhain daal kar bola , dear miss shaani tum dar gaye ho mara lund dhak kar mujay pata hai.To mainy kha nahi bus wasay he mujay kaam yaad a gaya hai . wo or zayda hansany lag para or bola , aray. I want to get on my knees, lick it, kiss it and wrap my mouth around it. I have no idea where this feeling comes from; I didn't think about doing that when I was eight or nine, when I had my face in my sister's pussy every night, but when I began to see three or four boners at the same time it changed everything!Judy teased me on the bus ride home. She didn't just torture me, though she did that too. Still, It was so fucking personal, with the wooden clothespins on my nipples and my pussy lips,. Ever so slowly he slides the towel down to her ass he then starts at the feet and slowly rubs in the oil all the way up till he slightly touches her pussy. she lets me know this by lifting her head a little and looks at me.. I'm rock hard at this point. So is Carl, but he continues rubbing just as we had planned , slow and deliberate.Once he had done all her back, legs and inner thighs ( not her ass ) it was time for her to roll over. I held the towel up so Carl could not see her nakedness just.