Meri peechle likhi story ko aap loko se khoob prerana mili isliye fir likhne ki mood aagayi.Bahuth lok ko doubt hai ye sab real hai ya nahi.Bilkul rea... hai ye sab kahaniya.Meri hindi uthani achi nahi hai.Ase fi kuch lok bole.Mem kerala se hum.Isliye hindi me kamjor hai.So aap lok se kshama mangthi hum.Jara sahan karlena.Iski pahali part nahi pade wo padne ke bad hi yeh part pade ye meri request hai.Ab chalthe kahani par.Usi dhin beech se wapas aake mem bahuth khus dhi.Isi age me fi sardar muj. All he had were a broken arm, a few scrapes, and some broken ribs. His name was Thomas and he was from Montreal, Quebec. I came into his room as a doctor to show him the x-rays and keep him company. He had brown hair with one or two blonde highlights. Luckily, he didn’t have head injuries because he wore his helmet while riding his motorcycle. Thomas would look at me with his sparkling blue eyes and at smile while I kept him company. He would give me compliments, tell me about himself, and. I stood up pulling my dress down as I did, and told everyone I was going back next door to bed. I went round and Kissed Mike and said my goodbyes. Mike told me he was staying a while to finish off the beer, so I told him not to wake me as he came home. Not a single person had seen what we had just done, as I walked down the garden and through the gate I could feel our juices running down my thigh. “Shit I had left my panties in the garden,” I said to myself. As I turned to contemplate how I. You know, I never thought of you as a potential university student but you never know. What are your plans?" I'm hoping to study math, computers and science at university ma'am," I explained."Oh science. I don't know Jimmy. Daddy doesn't approve of a lot of these new fangled ideas. 'The work of the Devil', he says." But Mrs. Simpkins, what about computers? Surely you use them in your ministry?" I exploded, forgetting for a second my resolve to silently get through the hour."Pornography young.