Then I asked her if there some other guys that she might want to fuck. She told me there were. I told her she should go fuck them and then tell me all...the details. She looked a little puzzled but said she would. The next day she came in and told me about how she went to one of her old teachers and did as I had said. She fucked him. She told me how she did it and that his cock was way smaller than mine, and he came too quick, twice. I got so horny listening to her story that I fucked her brains. Mr G found what little spirit he had left and started to scream, although it was hardly loud or screaming, you fucking cunt, how cruel can you be, you only wanted all of this for yourself, you greedy pig. Mr K laughed and so did Mrs G but I wondered what exactly was happening.Things were beginning to calm down as Mrs G had decided she was going to wait before hooking up hubby for a second round of voltage. Mr K said to her, why don’t you go and get my friend and I something cold to drink. She. After I moved from Canada sameer was the first friend I made and we became quite good friends.he wasn’t a very smart person and lacked skill in studies but we worked together and went to the same classes till we went our separate ways at A/Ls.after A/Ls I got into uni but sameer went astray due bad association.i tried to help him out but he wouldn’t listen and was too proud to take help from anyone.even during vacations I went to his house and later on found that he had fallen into good track. Noise makes him nervous, restless, and jittery. Noise makes him want to beat the crap out of the person creating all of the noise. ‘Shut the fuck up! Just shut the fuck up! Stop the noise. Close your hole before I close it for you!’ Those were the thoughts that ran through Dave’s mind in the way of a runaway freight train. Even though he’d never talk to someone like that, threaten them, and show them his hand, he’d just hit them to stop the noise. Running out of the house screaming with his.