2″ of height. She was one of the nice teachers in the class. She always used to encourage students. She never scoldede a student and she was living ...ith her grandmother as her parents passed away when she was young. She used to wear sarees all the time when she comes to school. We all students used glance at her hips, ass and boobs whenever we got a chance. She never took it serious. One day in our school function she came in chudidhar and everyone were looking at her. It was a red color chudi. Basically if it’s not written down then it probably doesn’t exist in my universe. Errands, pick-up times, and that sort of thing. People tend to get pissy when you forget them twice in one day. All I can say is “I’m sorry. I’m not doing it on purpose.” It sucks.I have started a new universe called Warlord. It’s my version of fiddling as Rome burns. I can’t stop this and I’m becoming so aware of the present that I’m starting not to care.What I mean is the only cognitive success I have is here. “What fee?” The Bar keep asked. He saw thirteen sticks swinging. “Oh that fee.”Just then a couple of gorgeous birds come in we some darkies.“That’s them!” Denzil whispered.“How can thee tell they all looks alike?” I asked.“Bloody shape cut in they hair,” he explained. They had stubble all over they bonces wi funny patterns in.“Good evening Gents, come to enjoy us Cornish Traditions?” Denzil senior asked.“Fuck off weirdo, don’t cha know its an offence to black up,” the mouthy darky. Charisma was waiting at the door, ready to come in when Pam got back. As Pam did a few laps around the cabin to cool off, the tiger striped cat walked with her, looking longingly at the front door each time they passed. Finally, Pam entered the numbers into the keypad to unlock the door and they both went in. Pam looked at herself in the mirror as she stripped off her clothes to take a shower. Her long brown hair was damp with sweat and stuck to her face. Her breasts were large, and.