Ab mai jada bor na karte hui ap ko apni stori sona ta hu. Mera nam RAKESH hai mai amravati ka rahenewala hu. Meri age 21 sal ki hai aur ye kahani ajse...3 sal pahale ke hai.Bat tab ki hai jab mai computer class jata tha waha hame eak madam padhati thi. Wo eatni khubsurat thi ki uase dekhkar jis par yagra bhi asar na kare aise budhe ka bhi khada ho jai. Uas ke mumme bahot bade the 38 ke uaski GAND to pucho mat itni khubsurat thi ki uase chat ne ko dil karta tha. Aur uaska jisam bilkul bhara hua. With one hand he continued to pin her shoulders to the lounger while his other hand guided that huge purple-black knob to her already openly wet cunt lips, and using the head like a battering ram, pushed his way past the swollen red flanges of her cunt."Now we're going to fuck, baby, just like your husband and my wife." "Oh, now, please don't do that to me, you know I'm a newlywed. Besides, I'm not on the pill, I can't use it, you can't do this, you can't get inside me and cum... you could make. Show me that new cellphone you got.’ Truly, it was a cheap-o cellular, eerily similar to the one before – mostly because it was the phone Julie had before. The only new change was the phone number itself. Matthew had already updated his contacts but was determined to compare the supposedly new phone of meager means to the old. His favorite feature was that if you stuck it in a sock, Julie’s clunker could be used as a weapon. And so it went until a nurse called her name. It was only in the car. Every dirt-poor farmer had dreams of one day owning their own mansion and being able to light a cigar with real money because they were so rich money was no longer a concern.Despite that lack of depth of character, I have to admit I admired and liked most of that crowd because they reminded me of home and my days on Wall Street when I labored in my windowless basement to make money for the “big boys” on the inside. Even the so-called “good” women from good families didn’t hesitate to bounce on.