Main bohut salo se iss parta hun but kabhi story post karne ki sochi nahi.Aaj socha ki main bhi apna experience aap logo k sath share karun.Ye meri pa...li story hai to pls agar galti ho jaye to maff kijiyega.Ab story pe aate hai.Meri class ki ek friend hai preet kaur.Mere sath hi parti hai.Waise to preet kafi aachi khasi dikhti hai but maine kabhi use buri nazar se nahi dekha hamesa dost ki tarah hi behave kiya.Humkafi aache frends the to main hamesa uske ghar aata jata tha.Waise sach kahun to. It's not easy tobecome an angel. I resist eating by imagining that the hunger pangs Isuffer are my wings growing.Instead I break up the cookie into crumbles and spread it on the graveat my feet. An offering to the dead. Sixteen. Her name was AmandaWatson. I wonder if she managed to become an angel. I feel an affinity.I look up at the sky, the trees, the clouds. I wonder. Is she happy? Isshe watching over me now? "Don't you even care what happened to mom?"They were watching television together. ‘I was wondering whether you planned to do any work today.’ ‘Ha, ha. Very funny,’ Brian grumbled as he picked up a hammer. ‘You know very well that I’ve been busy with our mystery guest.’ ‘Did you have any luck finding out who she is?’ Brian told him about the suitcase and books and about the visions she had experienced. He left out any mention of their amorous activities. ‘So, her name is Sarah?’ Liam asked, nailing a board in place. ‘We believe it is,’ Brian grumbled. Liam noticed his. New waves of pleasure wash over me. The hands slide up my back to the breasts. They squeeze and caress them. My nipples are so hard and sensitive that it’s almost painful. His fingers squeeze and twist them slightly.My thighs are wet and sticky. I have never been this wet. I want it. Whatever happens now, I want it.He squeezes my right nipple again, between his thumb and forefinger, almost like he’s crushing a blueberry. I can’t hold back the moan now. He squeezes it again. The pain shoots.