Phir bhia ne mujhe apne upar letne ko bola aur mein apni gaand uske lund me lekar uth baith karne lagi jisse mere boobs uchalne lage aur chatak chatak...ki awaaz aane lagi.Baba khare hokar mere muh ke pass apna lund hilane lage mene bina der kiye unka lund muh me le liya aur maje se choosne lagi. Uska lund phir se khara ho gya tha aur unhono mere muh se lund nikalkar meri choot me ghusa diya ab mere dono chedo me lund the mein masti me chudwa rhi thi.Unlogo ne jordar dakke lagane suru kiye jisse. He asked,-you enjoying it?-I just nodded my head. He kept fucking.After sometime, while he was still fucking me, my phone rang. He at once took off of me and helped me stand, saying,-oops! It could be him. Answer soon!-I took the phone. It was him. I answered. Because of my heavy breathing, I could not talk properly.-…hello Omar…--hameeda, why are you breathing heavily? Are you alright?--mh…i came to the gym…just exhausted…did you come home?--yup, I am here. Should I come there as well?--no…i. She faced away from me. I leaned in using the palms of my hands to gently lower myself closer to the book shelf. Now she had her arms by her side, pushing in at the tops of her breasts. For a moment I imagined what it would feel like to run my lips across the top of her chest.I hadn't taken a breath yet. I opened my mouth wide so I could exhale deeply without making too much noise. Her arms pushed together a little more as she continued to study the book. I watched as the smoothness of her. She sat down in a chair opposite the guidance counselor’s desk. ‘Kathy, do you know why I asked you to come in and see me?’ Ben asked. ‘Because my teachers complained, probably. They’re always on my case,’ the student snapped. ‘They all keep giving me a hard time.’ ‘Are you sure you aren’t giving them a hard time, too?’ the guidance counselor asked. ‘Maybe just a little?’ ‘Look, Mr. Sanders, I’m just trying to get by until I’m old enough to quit school,’ the girl retorted, giving him an angry.