There were regular wank races in the urinal at my high school . usually two or three boys rubbing for all they were worth into a large wide steel piss...ur. They would grunt and watch each other. Seeing if their rivals was getting near to the vinegar strokes and if they suspected they were behind they would rub more furiously. I remember the first time I saw this from the back of the crowd , luckily I was tall , and I found the action rather erotic and I also became aroused.some of the other boys. He Agreed and starts walking out. I called him and take of my saree from my breast and I said if u interested u can fuck your pitch mum . She ran to me and shouted . I don’t listen to him and starts to take off my blouse. On seeing my beautiful breast she touched my nipple and mum u r looking sexy and we you forced me to do this sin. I suddenly light my saree up and show my pussy to him telling that this is the place u come from. And suddenly he got into mood and starts to fuck me , after 10. "She didn't defend her actions (or inaction, as it were), but went on with her assault."Why, when I stopped writing, didn't you come see me to ask why I had stopped writing?" she asked."I didn't think you wanted to see me," I said. "I thought you'd found another boyfriend." Why didn't you come fight for me, then?" she asked, her voice rising. "You fought for me once. Why didn't you come fight for me again?" That was different," I said. "I fought to make Jerry stop what he was doing." Did I ever. She started missing Raj and wondered how would he be in giving her pleasure. She thought him in different forms and got excited with the idea of meeting him. Her eyes sparkled with joy and she bit her lips and squeezed her chest balls. She looked at the watch and it was 6.15 pm already. She jumped on the couch and asked her boss to stop. She made an excuse of something important has come up and wore her panty. She adjusted her dress and rushed to the ladies restroom with her bag.In the restroom.