Fir aase he ek din usne mare pen chupa de or me dhundne lage mujhe shak hua ke use ne chupai hai fir mane kaha Sunny dekho mare pen wapas kar do nahe ...ow me teacher ko bol dunge fir usne kaha ke chahe tow mare talsi le lo mane tumhare pen nahe lee tow fir mane uske jab check karne lage upar ke jab me kuch nahe mila fir jase he mane uske pant ke jab me hat dala me ekdum se ghabra gaye uske jab fate hue the or mare hat me uska tana hua mota lund aa gaya mare kuch samaj me nahe aaraha tha ke usne. Jean rang Simone to see how things were, to say she’d be away a while longer. And phoned me to ask if I was still happy to stay on as a guest, if her girls were looking after me. Jean said she looked forward to our sixty-nine when she returned; so that was not forgotten. I changed my working hours, started at four in the morning and finished around midday, so I could help with chores around the farm. Serena’s attendance at TAFE allowed some flexibility too. The two girls sexually seemed to work. . what about ... my lessons?"The man shook his head. "Just get the fuck out of here, you stupid slut. My dick doesn't get hard for you anymore and I'm out of friends to share you with. No one likes a used up little slut like you. So just go."Alina, whose pussy was sopping with the expectation of sex, awkwardly dressed herself."M ... mister Senders?" she asked before pulling on her shirt. What are you doing? she thought just as she spoke."What?" Is this ... I mean, is this our last time. Cold rust red water burst forth from the shower head, stunning me for a moment before it warmed up half assed and finally stared to run clear. The temperamental worn out hot water heater was just another of the many ills this old house had come down with recently. Leaning my forehead against the cold, mint-green broken tiles I cried, giving myself a good five minutes for my very own poor pitiful me party. Tossing my head back I let the lukewarm water flow down onto my face and just concentrated.