She closed her eyes for a long time and reopened them. Her mind could not grasp what was happening. She lifted her head off the pillow and saw rows of...beds lined up against the walls of the facility. The lights bulbs were old fashioned, not the florescent ones they had in hospitals these days. The walls themselves looked old, as if the structure was built centuries ago. In fact, the underground facility was old. It was a bomb shelter built way before her time. Now it held metal hospital beds. She was a dutiful daughter and a faithful friend. That won't come up either. You won't hear about her winning the school spelling bee in fourth grade or breaking her wrist when she fell off her bike at age fifteen." No one will sit on the witness stand and tell you about the time when she was in second grade that Mary Beth convinced the workers in the cafeteria to send chicken soup home with her because her mother wasn't feeling well. You won't learn of how she hoped to one day become a. She said me to write her real experience in 3 parts. 1st part- how she lost her virginity with her boy friend, 2nd- romance with her husband, 3rd – how i fucked her and satisfied her. So priya for you i am going to write. i like you dear ummahAnd friends i used to call her as my bhabhi and his hubby as my brother and she to call me as devarji. She said her story to me. Priya was studied in girls school and in Z F WADIA college and it is also girls college but she used to go to college in a. He was in heaven. He had been dreaming ofthis for weeks, and now it was happening. She rubbed it a little moreas they resumed kissing. He could feel her slowly working hisincredibly hard cock out of his undies and the fly of his jeans. Hejust kissed her more vigorously and squeezed her tits harder, squeezingthe nipple between his middle 2 fingers. Then suddenly she broke offthe kiss, looked at him and smiled. She leaned forward, moving herface towards his cock, that was harder than he.