Thodi der dekhne k bad boli ab hilao to sahi use..ab muje pta chal gya ki yeh chudne k mud me lagti he,,so mene kaha aa hila de..tu muje koi prb nahi ...e. Woh hasne lagi..k ese mere samne khada he sharam nai aati. Mene kaha kesi sharam,,,tuze bhi nangi krunga na me. Fir to usne sidha mere laude pe tarap mar k munh me le liya or ese chatne lagi jese kabhi luada dekha hi nahi ho,, me to sidhe santve aasman me pahunch gya or sofe pe jake let gya..woh aram se kutto ki tarah mera loda chat rahi. You can trust him.”I wipe the tears from my cheeks and look at the big grim reaper in the seat next to me. “Bruce?”His blush is adorable. “Now you know why I don’t mind beanpole.”“Hey, let’s get to the chase. I’m done with sports and I want to start into fashion. I’ve seen you here and I want to take your picture. I’m really very good. You have model good looks and with my contacts you could be gracing the runway in less that a year.”“Bruce? I’m not doing beanpole, you don’t deserve it. I have. So far his fears have been unjustified.Abby absolutely loves touching and sucking him, and he loves that she loves it so much. Mat once told her she may get to the point where pleasing him would please her, and at first, she understood, but now she comprehends. She is mesmerized by him. The taste of his cock, the feel of his skin, every time his hands touch her in encouragement. She is addicted to the challenge of getting him to moan, ravishing him until he utters noises that make her feel like. They used to give her cigarettes in return for kisses…a fair bargain it had seemed at the time. She used to have a ‘price-list’ – two cigarettes for a snog, five if they wanted to touch her boobs (an early developer, she’d had the biggest tits of any girl in her year, which got her a lot of attention from the boys) and a whole packet of ten smokes if they wanted to put their hands up her skirt and inside her panties. She smiled at the memory, and then carried on typing.She was glad that she’d.