“Chetan, I don’t want to marry you.” Said Nisha. I was heartbroken. “But why Nisha? We have been friends for so long. C’mon yaar. Hum dono ...k doosre ke liye perfect hai.” I pleaded. “Chetan…” She said “Its not that. I know hum dono ek doosre ke liye perfect hai. Par, main shaadi ke liye ready nahi hoon. I’m just 18. Mere kuch plans hai. Main Bombay jaana chaahti hoon. Wahaan padhna chaahti hoon. Kuch karna chaahti hoon life mein. Uske baad, hum zaroor shaadi kar sakte hai. Kya tum mera wait. I slowly stroked the cock my attention eliciting a small flow of clear liquid from the slit that I spread with my thumb moistening all the head, after a couple of more minutes of my ministrations the cock was slowly withdrawn and the door next door was opened and closed followed by a tap on my door. I opened it and allowed my friend from next door into my cubicle, I was surprised to find myself looking at a well known town councilor he was in his late thirties early forties often seen around. She put on a pair of dark red knickers, a white Bra, a white with green stripes blouse, a dark red knee length skirt and a pair of black high heeled shoes, she also put on a red, green and blue tie. Followed by a school Blazer with a Badge on it that had the initials. W H O Gon it. Dawn, once she was Dressed asked Stella how she looked. Stella replied. You actually look like a sixth former, from St Augustine. Although the school uniform is a little different. Good replied Dawn. Then she said,. " fuck you," Stewwie shouted. " you mouth is turning me, tuen me around so i can be bummed". He turned him and rubbed his dick accross his tiny bottom. The smell of the baby powder over powered him and stewwie took the opertunity to pull out a gun from the side of the bed and shot Bart. Stewwie then grabbed Bart large cock and sat on it. He moved up and down slowly. Bart who was dead and only shot by as stun gun, began to moan in his sleep. Stewwie jumped up and down on his juicy penus ..