Before I could say anything, Courtney’s dad reached over and pulled my tee shirt up, exposing my bruised upper torso. By now the bruising was extens...ve, wrapping around my chest and back.“Oh my God.” Courtney cried out, her hands covering her face.“Oh damn Brian, I am so sorry son.” Mr. Timmons said softly.“It’s ok really, I am fine.” I replied, pulling my shirt back down.Courtney grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room, which had become very noticeably quiet. We were out of the front. ‘Mom uski baaton ko maan kar uske seene pe apna chehra rakh liya aur uske mung jaisi nipples ko chusne lagi woh siskari bharta raha aahhhhhh uska lund Mom ki muthhi me bada hone laga tha aur dhire dhire tight bhi horah tha. Mom ne kaha bhima tera toh phirse badhne laga hai.Bhima ne kaha kya? Mom sharmati hui boli lund, Bhima ne kaha, Didi iss baar tummujse karwaogi matlab? Mujhe tumhari chut ka rass pina hai tum mere munh ke upar aajaao bhima ne kaha, Mom ne kaha yeh sab nahin hoga mujhse bhima. She was wearing my favorite outfit of hers: her tank-top with no bra and tiny shorts with no panties. Out of the blue, the doorbell rang. I started to get up to go answer, but she got up before me. She grinned at me and told me to stay seated, shut up and just watch. Then she leaned in, gave me a kiss on the lips and went to answer the door.When the door opened, I heard a guy’s voice. I heard her tell him to be quiet and don’t say anything. She led him into the living room by his hand. He saw. "Ms. Beaumont, I'd like you to stay for a few minutes after class please," Becky called out over the din of the class leaving school for the weekend.Staying in my seat until the class had emptied out, I could see Lisa begin to look questioningly in my direction. Once the class was empty, I motioned to Becky about the door. Taking my cue she walked over and closed the door."Uh, Ms. O'Hare, why do you need to see me and why is 'he' here?" emphasizing the word 'he' with obvious disdain."Actually.