It was real. This was an unusual morning, unexpected, and now becoming very troublesome. “I wouldn’t have done what I did, oh wow! …Why?” Tri...ia repeated almost chanting “why, why” over and over several times, silently under her bitter breath, troubled indeed, to say the least. Her old sagging mattress and thin, worn sheets usually evade comfort, forcing her to fight the springs and the lumps for slumber, and bundle for warmth. But at this very moment on the day that should have been, was. The first of the males was overtly younger than Maddie, short, stocky, hirsute and Hispanic. He wore a red Angels cap and matching shorts. The second was just as young as the first but skinny and of average height. His ethnicity was vague. The tallest was the third man, who was at least ten years older than Maddie, though he dressed like he was ten years younger. He too was hirsute with a bad comb over. Next was a pudgy black guy with glasses and a fat black guy with a flattop haircut. Both. I love the way these phat butts moves while aunties walk. There are some teachers in school who got big butts. Mrs. Suraiya got the biggest and juiciest gaand in the school. I always dream to touch those mounds of soft flesh, want to sniff the smell and aroma of her asshole and lick it. I always stare at her butt and day dream to fuck her gaand mercilessly with my lund. One day after coming back from school as always I do I get naked in my room and started to beat of my lund thinking about Mrs.. I was angry at all of them saying them to see the class performance. But they denied and said if I have studied more, I could get more marks. As a result, my concentration towards study drew less.On the day of incident:It was Friday. Over this, there was a heavy torrential downpour. Few days were left for Durga puja.So class was remarkably empty. Only two were present.The first two periods passed without much fuss. The third and fourth period was of sweeta mam’s class.Since besides me, only one.