Darren began to stammer out something fairly incomprehensible but Barbara was in control of herself more quickly"You kids... You kids er... carry on.....I'll... I'll head back upstairs for a while." And with that she turned - not fully realising that her ass was bared to their view and made her way back towards the stairs. There was an indescribable silence in the room behind her for some moments but just as she mounted the stairs, she thought she heard her daughter saying to Darren something. He held his lips on hers until her mouth opened and their tongues met for the first time. “See you Saturday,” he said as she got out of the car. “Bye. You already have my good luck wish.”The next day, Mark was surprised to see Beth as they loaded on the bus. “I guess you forgot I’m a cheerleader and travelling with the team,” she said with a smile. “We can sit together.”They held hands on the way over, but in the crowded bus, there was no opportunity for more. On the way home after a big. Maine kaha plzzz uncle aut mt tadpao daalo ise meri choot mein… Woh meri chot k paas apna lund le ja k chut k aas paas ghumaane lage aur hasne lage… Meri bhook badti ja rhi thi aur woh mujhe aur tadpa rahe the…Mere sabar ka baand toot raha tha… Main kaha madarchod yh choot se khelne ka waqt nhi ha ise chodne ka waqt ha… Mere mooh se asi gaali sun k unhe gussa aa gya… Aur woh mere baal pakad k bole… Ruk ja chinaal aai main tujhe aisa chodunga k teri aankho se aansu aa jenge…Yh bolte hi unhone ne. They both squat down, as though choreographed, and each one starts at the toes of one of my boots.This apparently won't be a pat-down like I've seen on cop shows. They aren't patting at all. Their strong fingers never break contact as they work their way up my foot, and they seem to be carefully feeling the contours of my body, as though the smallest unexpected shape might be a threat.They work smoothly up my calves, staying in unison. As they reach my knees I am surprised that they do not.