Meri mummy khud se mere dost ke sath lip kiss ka anand bhog rahi thi.Abhishek ne hath upar kiya aur top ke upar se meri mummy ke boobs ko pakad liya. ...eri mummy ne uska hath niche kiya. Abhishek ne fir se hath upar karke meri mummy ke boobs pe rakh diye. Mummy ne muh alag kiya aur kaha, “Abhi nahi Naveen dekh lega.”Usne kaha, “Woh neend mein hai, Barkha. Nahi toh main khud nahi chahunga ki use is bat ka pata chale. Jise woh itna acha dost manta hai woh uski mummy ke sath aise hai.” Usne dhire. Being in middle school, it just looked to me like high school was miles-different, just like another universe.But Oliver told me a lot about it, how kids seemed to form groups, even more than in middle school, that you had to feel strong to resist the peer pressure that was inevitable and about how boys and girls got along in high school compared with middle school.He was really nice and I felt like he was a friend, even though he was eighteen and would be off to college the next school year.I. That's all he wanted at this point. He wanted to annoy him, anger him, to make him frustrated and pissed off. He got a thrill from the attention, the fact that he knew he was an irritant; that was almost more arousing to him than getting fucked.Still no response, he constructed yet another email, this time, taunting him by reverting back to his tried and true nature of being racially belligerent, claiming that the picture of the cock wasn't even real, that he probably had a tiny cock and was. He came back out from around the desk and for only just a glimpse I thought I saw his pants pointing out. He asked me if my ass was sore. I replied with yes. He then asked me if I thought the paddle should be my only punishment? I told him I thought that was enough. He then told me that it wasn't. He then spanked my bare ass with his hand 20 more times. Asking me if my ass was sore after the last one. before I could even say yes he kneeled down and began kissing my ass. I didn't know what to do.