We both felt that it would be for the best. That was some fifteen years ago.”“My dear Mrs Bennet,” said Doctor Palmerston with an expression of ...orror, “that, I fear, explains much of the problem. Regular penetration by the male member is extremely important in maintaining a healthy constitution, especially for ladies in the prime of life such as yourself. I would wager, Mrs Bennet, that you are not yet thirty-five.”Mrs Bennet simpered with pleasure. “I was forty at my last birthday,” she said. And u’ll just never believe that we used to live in a village in those days and she was the only one who had to do all the cleaning of a mud house and also take care of me and my uncle-who lived with us… She has a beautiful face(more than sonam kapoor at least) a beautiful figure…not much fat, too-too-too much cute & white…U can guess how such beautiful figure changes into a super hot and sexy chick in sari-which she always wore…And about her private parts…simply “CAN’T BE DESRIBED” rose huge. I had always been a good girl, but the day that man came to teach at our school that all changed. Suddenly and for no apparent reason I began talking back to my teachers, even the ones I liked best, and causing little disruptions during class in order to get myself sent to his office.My first two offenses were only met with verbal chastisement. I remember sitting in an armchair opposite him, my chest rapidly rising and falling with excitement as he scolded me for my bad behaviour. His. Forget it. Lamia, bring the warehouse key please.To go to the warehouse, I had to go all the way to the stables, a long open hallway. Resigned, I walk down the hall; at the end of it, I heard Sue’s voice calling me: — Hey Lam, do you want to see something? Shh, come in silence. I approach to the place where the voice came from and entered the stable. I found A. sitting on a bale of straw with a bid hard-on in his hand. — Come closer, would you like to try it?— What do you mean with “try it”? -.