So I started yelling at her.I screamed and I shouted everything you can imagine. I blamed her for everything, from the Earth being round to shit smell...ng bad. I cussed and swore and threatened and hissed and barked like a dog. I vented everything I had ever had to swallow down when I talked to my dad, my teachers, the police, everybody...It all came out! And when I couldn't think of anything more, I printed out some of RipperX's Rants and screamed them into her teary frightened face. God, it. Daksha madam was around 35 years ,fair, little fatty with big boobs and big ass, when she walk her butts were dancing , and many times when she bend , her dress or sometimes gown incert in her ass crack. She was sexy lady , but she used to hide her feelings opposite me. Pinky was fair, thin , not very thin with nice shaped boobs and good ass . She was looking vey sexy , becase after divorce may be nobody was fucking her. She likes me , but it was only upto talking .One day for she had one. We phoned each other all the time. I tried to write her at least one love letter a month so that when we were older, she’d always have some romantic, loving and sensually charged words of mine that she could always take out and read whenever she needed a pick-me-up. I was lucky to have Gina and, quite frankly, I thought she was lucky to have me. At this point let me emphasize that I said I thought she was lucky to have me. When we were together during the winter break, I was just so happy to be. We started walking towards the bar, suddenly I saw the black crowd coming on my way, so I turned back and caught John’s hand, sorry forgot to tell, guy who offered my drink is John, he said he is Line Backer in his school foot ball team, but due to his poor academics now he is working in a construction company in the town.But I remembered Kar2 I cheating on me, so I thought I need to leave ethics and teach him a lesson, as he went for his happiness by leaving me alone here. This thought.