Aur bolne lagi..yes ayan..aor chuso aur..plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…..aoooooorrrrrr…..pllllzzzzzz…..bahooot maaaazzzzaaa….aaa….rrrhhhaaa….haiiiii�...thodi der bad unhone mje pakad liya aor apni or kinchne lagi..thodi der bad wo jhad gayi…unka sara ras mere muh me aa gaya…kitna tasty tha wo ras…maine sara ras pee liya…iske baad wo uthi aur mere kapde utarne lagi…mera lund nikalte hi unhone use apne muh me le liya..aur use chusne lagi…15 minute tak chusne ke baad mai unke muh me hi jad gya aur unhone mera. It took a moment to clear his head. Then he stumbled out and began to man a pump. It was barely sunrise and the sky had a reddish pink glow in the east.Hank came over to Mark. "I feel something is not quite right. I used to get these feelings during my tour in Afghanistan. They were never wrong."Mark tried to link with Teacher and got nothing. "Melissa!" he called with his mind and got a weak reply. He ran back the few feet to their motor home and saw someone struggling with Angela."No!" Mark. We didn’t had any conversation for all 1st year. All that I could do is stare at her. But in my second year I got lucky as I came 1st in class I was known by everyone but then after she dint even noticed me.Then after few weeks in our practice class our teacher gave us tables for two and made our arrangement and asked us to sit like this for rest of the year. And luckily ankita and I got same sit.Then after that our friendship grew and one day while talking I confessed her of having crush on. I straightened up. I looked down at my belly. It looked like I was pregnant. And my c***d had the form of a bottle. Every time I took a breath, my diaphragm hit the tip of the bottle. I could only take little breaths. Andy hugged me from behind, his hands gently petting my bulging belly. I wanted to stand up, but every movement caused immediate pain. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” I nodded, tears starting to run down my cheeks. I didn’t know if it was tears of pain or tears of disappointment. “Your.