Se kahile ” yaku pi dia. Mu pi deli. tanka bia ku mo patire madi basile.Shilpa:ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,ahhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.rohit aau rahi he...ni. Mu marijibi. Mo suna, Mo raja, Aau deri karani ,PleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeMu: kan karibi Vauja,Shilpa : oh boka choda, sala kichhi janini. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Ye mu souchi, tame mo uparaku chali asa. shilpa ya kahi chit hoi soi padile. Se bandaku tanka………… vitare purai dele. Tala patu stroke maribare lagile.Mo deha vtar kan heijauthila .Aste aste tanka bia re. He struggle to free himself, but there was just him and 12 very determined girls. We all jumped on him and managed to wrestle him to the ground, while I managed to grab his phone the other girls held him down on the ground. While the girls told him in no uncertain terms what they though of him, we started to play out the next part of the plan, he was still wearing his football kit and the plan was to pin him down and strip him down to his underpants and then take pictures on our phones of us. I also knew that like myself the staff compiling the family historieswould be just as discrete with what information they placed in the publicrecords."Marietta," I got the head archivists attention. "Where do the records goonce the girls leave the school?" there were more records here than couldhave been gathered in this short time."Oh to the Family History Archives at the Omega Seven Storage Facility,"she answered.I pulled out a drawer in one of the 'M' filing cabinets and found my ownrecord. Now, to him, that felt great. How she did that was super. How her hand felt as it seemed to slip and run over it felt great. He could feel a stiffness growing within it. He smiled and let her know how it felt and so she continued doing the exact same thing. Although he still wore his boxers, she found away to arouse regardless of it. He wasn’t going to make her stop doing it. Uh uhhh, no way. It felt way too good he’d told himself as she rolled across the hardening shaft. Yep, it was feeling.