Well, this is a story about one of my Indian batch mates from my college. If you people are thinking IITians are geeky spook heads, well this story is...gonna change your thoughts about them.For if are reading my stories for the first time, well then I’m an Indian born guy who currently stays in London due to work and other shit. I basically write all those interesting experiences of my college life because they are juicy.If you want me to story write a certain type of story or any feedback to my. Knowing Abbie has finished the letter, Tim lashes out, so angry, a side of him Abbie has never seen before. He rants about his mother and Leslies deceit and almost meaningless garble. Abbie realizes as tears stream down Tim’s face that this is mostly repressed grief from when his mother died.From the little she understands about that period, she comprehends that Tim was stoic through it all. She lets him cry, holding him to her, his head on her shoulder still lambasting both his mother and. How was it?" Cecile thought about it a moment longer then smiled. "It was nice." "Just nice?" "Really nice," Cecile gushed. "I'll bet," Kathryn said, grinning. She put a hand on Cecile's thigh as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do and when Cecile didn't seem to mind she moved her hand back and forth, pretending it was casual while inching closer and close to the crotch of Cecile's cotton panties. "So tell me what happened. I want details!" "Well, we, uh . . . fucked," Cecile. “Will any of you tell me what it is?”Beth said, “honey do you remember the day when Kim asked me to watch her suck Gayle’s cock?”“Yes, I remember, that Kim will teach you something.”“Yes, but you didn’t know what it was. Kim can you show him?”“Yes, of course, Beth.”Kim removed a plate from her upper mouth and it had eight teeth. Now the front of her upper mouth was toothless.“After our marriage, Gayle made me do it, so I can suck him better. He wanted to take all my upper teeth. I was so scared.