Ab meri fatt gayi thi. Maine dekha, ki waha se sabse pehle to nikla mera school friend, jo ki mujhe school mein bhi bahut pareshan karta tha.Wo roz me...a tiffin khaa jata tha, aur mujhe maarta bhi tha. Uska name Dhaval tha. Dhaval ek bahut bigda hua aur bahut kameena ladka tha. Wo mujhe dekh ke hass pada, aur bola-Dhaval: Abe Niku, mujhe pata tha ki tu aage jaa kar kutta hi banega. Mujhe tera bachpan se hi future pata tha.Aur fir usne aake mere kaan ke neeche zor se lagayi aur bola –Dhaval:. He wasted no time getting behind Lana and reinserting his cock in the aperture it so badly wanted to occupy. His thighs slapped against hers as he drove into her. He bent forward and grasped her, using them for leverage as he thudded against her. It didn’t take long before they once more moaned out joint passion and exploded together in ultimate bliss. When Lana finished, she collapsed on the bed, drawing Bobby down atop her. His cock was still buried in her and, as he lay atop her, he buried. I looked at mom in the face. She was looking at me with a sly grin on her face. I turned away in shame.“Daniel! You’re supposed to be learning here!” she bellowed.I turned my head back. Mark’s huge penis accidentally popped out and a speck of pre-cum landed on my arm. Both mom and Mark laughed.Mark sat up on the edge of the bed and mom slid off his penis. They had a sudden make-out session making pleasurable moans. Mom gave Mark a hand-job, her marriage ring and gold wristwatch blurring from. She was smiling and nodding.“Tina, perhaps it will be best if you have your producer talk with the President.” John suggested.“Sir would that be okay?” Tina asked.“Yes, let’s change the world.” The President laughed.Tina and Scott her cameraman went out to the truck and came back in about thirty minutes later. Scott plugged a large thumb drive into the computer that was connected to the TV. He pushed some buttons and Tina was being filmed with the Arabs in the background making their demands of.