Set against the light blue of her outfit, a pattern of pink cherry blossoms made the emerald of her eyes shine like fire.He'd distinctly remembered tr...ing to swallow a lump in his throat noting how she had arranged her hair. Wearing it up with a single crimson lock falling along her right cheek, just touching the corner of an inviting smile.Almost in a state of panic he'd tried to clear his throat. Remembering how damn loud it had sounded just then. Whatever it was he was going to say, died in. Uski nangi chati per cherry jaisi nipple uttejana se ekdum erect thi aur maine usko chuste hue uske doosre boobs ko masal dala. Aaah itna jor se nahin dard hota hai uske itna kahte hi mera lund phanphana gaya aur mein uske upar chad kar usko apne badan se kuchal dala aur phir uski royedar chut par kiss kar ke uski clit ko chatne laga. Woh uttejana mein aah aaah si si kahe ke aditya dada mere ko peshab nikal jayega kahte hue mere hotho ko chumne lagi.Aaah karte hue woh jeebh se hi jhad gayee.. "Hate you?", she wondered. "How could I possibly hate you? You have been more like a father all these years and I'm sure that if I lived here-" Aggele mou don't say anything else", he cut her. Angela pouted but she remained silent as he asked. "About 30 years ago I met your mother. I know you have heard that story a million times over the years but there are some things that we left out. You see when I saw her I was completely smitten. I did everything I could to win her heart but you can't. Then he told us to do whatever. I sort of stood there awkwardly trying to think of what to do when Susan turned to face me. She walked over and placed her arms around me. I did the same, holding her close."This is the last time we get to do this," she whispered.It started to overwhelm me. I didn't really have senioritis yet. Between keeping up my grades, and prepping for the soccer season, I hadn't really let it get to me. I was sort of pushing it off, but this was the last time we were going.