Peed, probably. Girl stuff. Seemed like forever before she came out, her hair tousled just the right amount to look both adorable and sexy, her reddis...-blonde waves falling over her shoulders both behind and in front.“I smell coffee, Noel.”Not Uncle Noel. Noel. I decided it was best not to make any assumptions. I did anyway.“Pot’s on the counter. Mug right next to it. Help yourself. You’d better like pancakes or you’re going hungry.”She gave me an impish grin. “I like them okay, I guess.” Then. Maine mud ke dekha to waha Raju mere pichhe khada tha aur meri gand ko sahala raha tha. Maine Raju ko muskurakar aankh mar di.Wo ab mere kulho ko chauda karke meri gaand pe apana thunk laga raha tha. Mai samaj gayi ki wo meri gaand lene ke mood me hai. Kulu Manali me Rakesh ne kai bar meri gaand bhi li thi to mai bhi ab gand marwane me maza lena chahti thi. Tabhi Raju ne meri gaand me aek ungali ghused di aur aage picche karne laga. Muje maza aa raha tha. Fir Rajune meri gaand me se ungali. Dirty stories and stuff. Maybe now you could come up and read them to me before bed? Mmmm, I'd like that. My Daddy reading a nasty story to me before bedtime. Maybe you could sit on my face while you read it to me, and I could eat your ass and stroke your cock?"Though, I guess we can't forget the other girls too, they'll probably want a piece of you too..." Um, let's just keep tonight for tonight, huh?" Bruce said. "I don't want to think about tomorrow."Fiona's father fucked her ass harder as. The third reason was fear, plain and simple. All her life Nidhi had excelled at everything she attempted. Be it studies or sports or being president of the Student’s Council, it all came to her easily and naturally. But when it came to matters of love, particularly the physical aspects of a relationship, she was terrified. Afraid of failure. Afraid of not living upto expectations. Not that Nidhi was by any means a prude or free of the urges of a healthy teenager. However, lack of opportunity.