9 ft hogi. Rang gora sa, wo pakka marwadi aunty thi. Uske boobs k size jyada nahi tha bt kamal ka tha. 32-28-34 ki figure thi uski. Sari me uski gand ...kdam zakasssss lag rahi thi. Usne gujju style me saree pehni thi to uske boobs ki darar saf dikh rahi thi. Aisa lag. Raha tha ke abhi isme hat dalke badoch lu. Wo pink saree me thi aur ekdam kam devi lag rahi thi.Khair me bhi aake uske side me baith gaya. Mai window ki taraf baitha tha n wo mere left side ko thi. Bhag daud karne se uski sanse. There was nothing for it. He had to admit his guilt forthwith."A small disciplinary problem with the new tenant's daughter, my love." You know you should not be sticking yourself up these little bitch's assholes!", his daughter warned him."Did you spank her first, Father?" asked Eugenia in a halting, out of breath voice.She was obviously most agitated by the thought of the spanking and the spanking table in the basement. She had spied it out several years ago and immediately surmised its. Being the best buddy a guy could have, he points right at me, when Sister Mary Rose said “Who just throw this clay?!” I wasn’t even paying attention one bit when Tommy thrown it. It was quit a shock when Sister Mary Rose yanked me out of my chair by my shirt collar. She march me out of the room down the hall to her office, she push me in and shut the door locking it behind her, I knew I was in deep shit. Now I wasn’t a saint by any means in school, and took a little pride in messing. Complaints and yells are expressed, but she ignores them and keeps running. When she finally reaches the office, she bursts through the door. The secretary looks up and gives a scowl, but otherwise doesn’t say a word. The woman knows who Maykov is and knows this isn’t time for reprimand. Maykov slows her pace as she reaches he inner door to the prime minister. She stops just short of it and straightens her uniform and then her hair. With a loud rap, the woman knocks on the door. A voice within.