“Vidhwa hoon. Kuch bol bhi nahi sakti. Sab mujhe hi pratadit kareinge aur ye ladka din pe din aage badh raha hai.” VP Sir ko mere upar gussa toh b...hut aa chuka tha. Lekin woh kya karta. Bus picche se gaaliyan hi de sakta tha.Bimla ko kaha, “Bus thode din ki aur baat hai. Ek baar tum meri ho gayee toh isko agal bagal mein bhi nahi fadakne dunga. Ek baar toh is kutte ko zarur sabak sikhunga.” Mujhe chup ke uska ye gussa aur jalan dekh ke bahut maza aa raha tha. Bimla ne aakhon mein aansu bhar. Maybe even more! She knew she had never done anything so blatantly wanton in her life, and she could see that everything was slipping from her mind... everything but the sensual reality of the probing tongue that had crawled into her hotly straining vaginal furrow.Her buttocks ground desperately into the mattress, frantically trying to press tighter against the young boy's mouth nearly locked around her spasming cuntal lips. Straining wildly against the top of the mattress, she thrust her. Aunty now got on top of me and started kissing me passionately; she inserted he tongue into my mouth and sucked it deep, while pressing her hips against my cock and making up and down movements. I slowly put my arms around her back and started to caress her back and slowly moved my hand down and pressed her buttocks with both my hands. Slowly aunty started undressing me, she first removed my t-shirt and pulled my shorts down, I was now down to my undies, and she did all this without getting up. And even if there's a computer glitch, or something, and they can't verify my race, I still couldn't care less. I don't care if my body's not sweating the same way other people's do causes them to not recognize me as the winner. The only reason I ran this race was to make Donna happy, and I couldn't care less for myself. They can disqualify me for all I care."Perhaps the reference to Donna wasn't smart, as Mom's lips tightened at that.Before Mom could answer Donna declared, "Oh no. You can't.