To unme se ek mota sa aadmi bola sirf teri mami lenge.Or sab hasne lage .Maine kaha ki abhi bulata hoon mami ko.Maine mami ko aawaz lagai or jab vo ka...re se bag at nikal kar aayi to sab ki aankhen phati reh gayi .Vo ek kali transparent saree mein thi .Khule baal or lipstick laga kar tyyar hui thi.High heels ke jute pehni hui thi.Saree mein se unka gora pet chamak raha tha .Or unki kamar ko dekhkar to sabke muh se paani tapak raha tha.Isse pehle ki main kuch bolta .Mami mujhse boli tum jao. . wondering where this could lead and knowing full well my body is willing.By the second cup from the second pot, we're both coffee'd out so when I take the cups to the kitchen I also unplug the pot. Moving now to the front room, I wonder if I should sit with Paul on the couch or take the chair across from him. No, silly, go ahead and sit with him, I tell myself, he held you all night long.Once seated, Paul kiddingly asks me if I'm cold. When I say, "No why?" he looks directly at my chest. I. Now he wished that he was still in a relationship with Meredith Cavanaugh so he could take her to bed and really fuck her high class brains out. He knew she'd be hot in bed; her Italian lover obviously found that out the day A.J. had come in on the two of them together in that compromising position. He just wished now that he had access to her sexy pussy too so he could dip his dick inside her occasionally.But, those were days gone by and A.J. was dealing with the here and now. And now he was. I stared at her imagining the things I want to do to her. She is 5′ 7′ with dark brown hair and olive skin. She is shapely and had beautiful curves. After about five to ten minutes of fantasizing about this lovely girl sitting next to me the teacher slams his book on his desk and yells at me. I look up at him and he starts rambling on about the importance of history. Even though I have an A in this class he still seems to think I’m some kind of a moron. I nod along and let him finish, still.