I felt at least 8 strings of cum. More like ropes since they were so forceful. I swalloed really easy and fast and kept the finger going in and out an... then I dropped a second finger in and he grabbed my head with his forearms and wrapped them tight as he made a final lunge and shot a 9th volley of cum in me. I pulled my fingers and he grunted and collapsed against the bed. I crawled up, Kissed his cheek, thanked him, and said I love you so much. He didn't say a word. I went back to my bed. )Paltu: “Dada lagbe na. Amra sob byabostha kore nebo. Apnader kota beer lagbe bolun khali.” (Dada, not required. We will arrange for everything. You just tell how many beers do you want.)Me: “Amader 10 bottle. R speaker thakbe to gaan bajanor jonno? Tomader to mujra dekhar ache.” (We need 6 bottles. You guys are arranging for the speakers, right? You guys want to see a ‘Mujra’, right?)Paltu: “Haan speaker anchhe. Dada sudhu ekta jinis. Eta holo Pintu, er e bari. Tobe or shorto, j oke o korte. In short she was out of this world hot! The perfect bimbo slut of every freshmans dreams.Its amazing how fate sometimes works out but her locker was in the same row as mine. Directly below mine in fact.One day she forgot her locker key and I just happened to have mine. She finished class and had a large bundle of books which she dropped on the floor by accident as she fumbled for her key. I helped her retrieve the books and offered her my locker (trying to play the sweet freshman for all it was. I confess now that I hated the calls. Sitting on a wobbly stool, noisy classmates streaming past, the faux privacy of a folding door made for a frustrating, not a romantic, few minutes. I couldn’t ignore the rattling clink of quarters that counted out the number of loads of laundry the call was costing me. Despite the glory of the rainy camping trip last summer I was never really able to convince myself you’d be there when school was over. You were. That was a wonder to me as well. I no longer.