Sir naa shirt kooda vippu rajulu shirt vesukoru antu naa chokka gundeelu teesi naa shirt vippi pakkana padesaru. Naa chinna chanu monalu nallaga nikka...poduchukoni vunnayi. Sir tana vellato naa nipples chuttu circles geeyatam modalu pettaru,nenu sir panulaki teliyani giligintalu putti vennaki jariganu. Sir vangi tana nalukato naa nipple touch chesaru challani atani naluka naa nipple ku tagili pulakarinta putti emi cheyyalo artham kaledu. Naa sulli mellaga gattipadutu drawer ni gudaram la. Remember this is just mating, as nature intended.”Nikki felt Mr Clements’s fingers push under the edges of her leotard, on her shoulders. She held her breath, unable to quite block out the picture of a whole class of girls being about to be stripped by all the boys. She could imagine some boys shoving each other as they competed for the hottest girls, and the girls looking horrified as they were lined up! Then reality intruded again.“But the boys wouldn’t be doing this!” she objected. A mile didn’t feel like nearly far enough. That thing could jump a mile if it wanted to. ‘Goddamnit,’ Shana shouted, ‘get the hell back, bitch!’ She hadn’t meant to swear, the girl wasn’t threatening her or anything, but she was too on edge to be polite. She fought the urge to go for her gun. The last thing anyone needed was an accidental shooting, and Shana knew that the gun wouldn’t do any good if it took a mind to head over this way anyway. The girl unslung her…what was that, some sort of. Like I was her date or something. Nice pressed blouse showing her ample cleavage, a flared skirt and high heels. I was in jeans.We started off playing gin rummy. Helen let me drink wine and made me promise not to tell Mom. Of course. Since I had never had any alcohol to speak of, I got pretty buzzed right away. I was having a ball. The idea of actually staying overnight at her place was quite exciting.I had had a few glasses of wine and was in a great mood. I noted her scratching her.