Jesa ki aap sab jante h meri pichli story se ki kese mene apni bua ko unhi ke hospital me choda uske baad mene kafi baar unki chudai ki ek baar ki baa... h, barish ho rhi thi me aur bua sex kr rhe the mere ghar par koi bhi nhi tha us time ki tbhi darwje par bell baji, hum bhi ghabra gye bua apne kapde samet kr bathroom me chali gyi me t shirt or bermuda pehen kr darwaja Kholne gya mera lund abhi bhi khada hua tha mene darwaja khola aur heraan reh gyi wo meri masi thi me apko unke bare me bta du. We always hung out with each other after school and I expected today to be just like any other day. Finally the bell rang! I immediately grabbed my books, dashed out the door, and then rushed to the place where we always met after school. We always met in one of the side hallways close to the theater. For some reason, they weren't there today. I looked down some other near by hallways to see if they might be on their way or if they were close by. I passed the stage door and I heard what sounded. She'd caught the edges of the feminist movement in the 70's and probably would have gone into politics herself if not for us. She'd been torn between her ideals and her strong sense that she needed to stay home to raise us. Her compromise was to teach her daughters her ideals and urge us to live the life she'd been too afraid to.That had worked for Vickie. She was in Washington as a lobbyist these days, deliriously happy with her 80 hour work weeks and her tiny Dupont Circle apartment. I'd. " Now it was time for me to surprise him. When we got to the couch, I took my shoes off and sat close to Jared. He definitely liked how close we were and smiled a lot. I would discreetly move my dress up a bit to show off my legs little by little. Jared would look down try not to let me see how hard he was. "Jared, what's up? You seem like something's on your mind?" "No Ms. Singer, it's just that you look really nice tonight. I didn't think you'd dress up for me." "Why wouldn't I want to dress.