Is tarah 1 week aur nikal gaya aur isi dauran sire meri gand main 4 – 5 baar daily ungli dete the mere ko adat par gai . fir 3rd week main sir nemer... ko kaha chal tu iase nahi phare ga tu murgi ban main murgi bana tab sie ne mere sar ko apni tangon kje beech main liya aur meri gand main jor se slap kiya .bas isi tarah mere ko achha lagne ;aga aur 1 din sir ne meri gand mar li ravi ke samne aur fir ravi ki bhi gand mari mere samneTab mere ko pata chala ki ravi to sir se bahut pahile gand marwa. But what they didnt know is that once I hit puberty I was juggling my developing sex life and this untrue view. Not to brag but in high school I was the girl others wanted to be. I was drop dead gorgeous. I knew this and showed this off whenever possible. I would wear my long thick wavy brown hair down as much as possible. And small tops to show off my 36 Cs and tiny waist. I wore tight barely breathable jeans to accentuate my round hips, great ass and firm thighs. All the guys wanted me and I. Telling her new little friends about her suspicions, they were apt to agree.Now they were her protectors, for they looked out for her safety and ensured that she could never be found by her wicked stepmother, for which she was grateful. And her gratitude to the dwarfs she expressed most succinctly in bed...or on the kitchen table or on the living room floor....Meanwhile, the woodcutter had returned to the castle with the heart of a roe dear. He presented it to the wicked queen, who was tickled. I decided to finish that thought another day.Once home and unpacked, I rushed to the office. I handled the slight pileup of work, including that which wasn't my responsibility but that I did anyway. By 6 PM everything was done. I got home, relaxed for a while and went to bed, thinking of the night before and wondering about the night to come.I spent Saturday cleaning house and working in the garden. I took a nap in the early afternoon and then began to get ready. I had chosen a basic black.