. Even though everybody may have thought they knew me, they really didn't have the slightest clue about who I was...or what it was that turned me on t...e most. Nearly everyday I'd stay late after school in the weightroom, keeping up the jock persona, and nobody ever questioned my motives. They just thought I wanted to lift, when really I was just biding my time, waiting until everybody was gone from the school besides the janitors. My high school had three stories, and the janitors always. Is baar dekhoo kitnaa score hotta haa. Last story mee un donoo madarchod kutoo nee meree chut mee dono lund ek sath pel kar bahut buraa haal kar diyaa thaa.Meree chut itnee suz gayee thee jasee pav rotee. Meree see sara din chalaa nahee gayaa par un donoo kutoo Vikas aur Sagar nee mujhee bed par hee khanaa lakar diyaa aur mee sara din un madarchodoo par ek gulam kee tarah hukm chalatee rahee aur vo bhee paltoo kutoo kee tarah mere aage pechhe punch hilatee rahee. ( Akhir kyo naa hilatee chut. Why? Why? Why? I didn't understand it back then. I only knew it was now the pinnacle of eroticism for both of us and sharing that together was a singular experience we didn't previously know existed. Few couples ever go there without lawyers eventually getting involved. Well from that point on things started moving faster. Soon she was coming home describing the first time "another guy" unbuttoned her blouse and felt her up through her bra and how glad she was that she had worn her favorite,. Most of his invitees came to the party and the place is buzzing with people’s chatter and laughter. I saw my manager coming in to the open top with a sexy lady. She was wearing black color single piece skirt which ran up to her ankles, sleeveless, with low neck showing well amount of her cleavage. Her dress was floating on her skin. It didn’t look like she was wearing dress. Her hairs were free flowing, lips covered with bright red color lipstick. She must have used padded bra as her boobs were.