I thought about the guy, again. I wondered what he did for a living. I wondered about his house, and his family. I imagined him as some sort of sparta... runner.I’d read about athletes who were training for the Olympics or the World championships or a major Marathon, who lived for running. All they did was run, eat and sleep.I imagined him running twice a day and living in a tiny shoebox apartment, where all he did was eat tuna, stretch, sleep and run. I imagined that he had no friends or anyone. Mai dekhta hi reh gaya aur mera 7’2 inch ka lund pura khada ho chuka tha…Fir usne phone rakha to maine wash room ka pucha to usne muje bataya aur me wash room chala gaya.Waha andar ek black colour ki bra padi hui thi maine jatse use uthaya aur use apne lund par ragadne laga aur sooghne laga…Muje bahut hi acha laga aur me muth maar ke bahar a gaya aur bra. Wahi pe rakh di…Fir humne saman shift kiya aur me priya bahbhi ko jane ke liya bola to usne muje rukne ko kaha aur chay pine ke liya roka to. She listened to her iPod, listened to a bit of Disturbed, a bit of NIN. Kristin was dressed in a pair of snug fitting jeans, and an invitingly tight blouse. Her curves were perfect, and although she would not admit it, they were a renaissance artists dream of the perfect figure. Not full… not in the least. A slender waist accentuated by perfectly arched back, gorgeous hips and indulgent breasts that were not afraid of a little light. This month her hair had a rusty hue, and her eyes were all. I was really shocked and frightened. I felt unconscious ness and sat on a chair. I was sweating a lot. I was tensed. Apart from all that, I may miss the tour if this was informed at my home. I had expected something bad. But I never expected this. It was the revenge by my teacher Hema. After a while I decide to go to the staff-room and meet my teacher Hema to know the reason for this score. I entered the room. It was already crowded with the students and teachers. Anyway I managed to reach near.