Ek dum gori chitti, mote chuche and ubhri hui gaand. Ritu bachpan se hi mujhe bahut pasand karti thi but uske ya mere man main kabhi kuch galat na tha... Ek bar vo chutio main hamare ghar aayi thi to usne bataya ki uski class ki ek ladki jo usje hi gaon se thi, vo gaon ke hi kisi ladke k sath bhag gayi. Maine us se pucha to usne bataya ki vo dono 2 saal se pyar karte the. Ye baat batate hue usne mera haath pakag rakha tha tha. Vo thoda sharma rahi thi. Maine us se pucha ki unke bich main kuch hua. I quickly unloaded my bags and took them to my old room, which was now a guest room. I was exhausted so I stripped down to my underwear and slipped under the covers for a nap. It wasn’t long before I was in dreamland. In my dream I was 18 again and performing my lazy Saturday jack off ritual. I had just turned on the TV and got the tape going when I heard the familiar sound of car tires on gravel. I jumped in my dream and my eyes popped open just in time to see Mom peeking her head into my. He also realized that he was dying of thirst and so he decided to swing by the kitchen for a drink and to see if Mrs. Veneer had seen his class mates. Mrs. Veneer wasn't in the kitchen, but a short, squat and extremely hairy naked man, who Phillip vaguely remembered seeing last night at the semi-formal dinner, was. The hairy man was rummaging through one of the three extra large refrigerators, and when Phillip went to ask him if he had seen his classmates, the man turned around and screamed at. "You're going out with Mr. Moore again?" I asked, looking politely away from my mom as she wore only a lacy black bra above her skirt."Uh-huh," she said and then narrowed her blue eyes suspiciously. "Why? Don't you like him? He says you're one of his best students." He's okay." I said with a shrug, but I wanted to tell Mom I was only his best student because he wanted to have sex with her."Well..." Mom rolled her eyes and giggled. "He's not exactly Brad Pitt, but he's very nice and I had a good.