Kyon deepu kya tumhara lund pura ka pura meri choot me sama gaya?” vidya apni chitar chalet hue boli.deepu tab vidya kichoot me apan lund pelta hua ...ola, “han, tumharee choot me lund pelne ka maza hi kuch aur hai. Munjhe tumharee choot chodne me bahut maza aa raha hai.” deepu ne tab apna lund vidya ki choot me jar tak ghuser kar vidya ko dhire dhire chodne laga. deepu ko vidya ki choot ki garmee aur rasilla deepuaz bahut acchha lag raha tha. deepu ne tab vidya ki chutar ke dono taraf apne hath. I said hi and then turned to my aunt and said what tv needs fixing? She said the living room one. Her friend ask what was up with it before my auntie could say anything I said its been losing colour and it most likely needs a new scart lead.i left them to it and went into the living room I stood near the tv in case her friend came in.5 minutes later I heard movement it was her friend leaving she turned shouted through the door it was good to meet me and I said good to meet you to. As my aunt. .. I gave up my tongue to explore every line of your body ...Sucking your breasts and making you enjoy to cry, you pushed me, so it's hard ... Before I bring to you, so you want me ...You become defiant, seeming to say, that of the mouth 'I remove the rest of my clothes, I can see behind you and your little breathing hole ... It attracts me and I wet ... Damn, that smells a cul ... This is not trivial ... The minutes ticked by, it seems an eternity. I slipped and my finger and thumb pushes you. The teacher rarely called upon her in class because she knew that it was embarrassing for Barbara to speak. She could talk, but it was a slurry and drooling speech that seemed to agonize her as she spoke. At recess, or in the lunchroom, she sat nearby but alone. Many times I caught Barbara staring at me during class, she would smile at me but never spoke. Between her house and mine was a large lot full of railroad maintenance materials, big piles of gravel, crossties, sand, culverts, scrap.