It was 9pm and very dark that time, so i parked my car somewhere in dark and we talk bit and then we kissed each other. That was awesome smooch with h...r and my buddy got erected while kissing her. After few minutes she asked me to drop her back to her call centre coz her shift was about to start.I didn’t want her to go but i had have to drop her. I came back to PG and thought about her a lot and did masturbate. We starting talking long hours on phone and texting a lot to each other. I wanted to. Me – kuch nahi bas jis din mai bulaun mera bister garam karna hai , ek din ke 500 millenge.Mami – ( gusse me ) tumhara deemag kharab hai kya , nikal jao yaha se , mujhe kya samajh rakha hai , aaj ke baad yaha aaye to sabko bata dungi ye baat .Me – are mami gussa kyu hoti ho , Dekho mujhe pata hai mama tumhe na Paise deta hai na khushi , mere se dono millega , aur rahi baat gharwalo ki meri image aur tumhari halat me sab mera bharosa karenge .Maine mami ke table cloth ke niche 500 ka note rakaha. Noticing me convulsing, he laid me down on the bed on my tummy, and crushed on top of me, stabbing his dick into my pussy again. I could only feel the pleasure of his thick meat rod prodding my insides hitting onto the entrance of my womb as I cum again.“Time and time I’ve tried to hold out but you have to provoke me! You didn’t think that I’ve notice you trying to tease me? Now you will get to be fucked real hard by me you lil'slut.”He continued pounding me, changing position from time to. The discussions in class ... interesting ... but only to the professor who had to confess that, yes ... Bone was pronounced boon in 14th century England, and that changed the entire meaning of this sonnet or that play. "I never considered..." was a phrase we heard quite often.Publish or Perish was the bane of existence for assistant professors but soon, a recurring line was appearing in scholastic journals, "I had my eyes opened to a new interpretation of John Donne's sonnet ... so and such ....