Jab meri Pinki rani,lagbhag aadhe ghante ke baad Pinki ne Chandan ko pukaara to hilakar jakjhor kar Pukaara to wo naho bola to wo uthkar neeche aa gay...e aur boli mujhe upar neend nahi aa rahi to mai yahi jaha wo soti thi daily soungee to mai bola thik hai so jao but tumhe bada wala choklate bhi khana hai aur wo ladke bhi to kuchh bol rahe the na jab hum hospital se wapas aa rahe the to wo Sharma ke kuchh nahi boli aur late ke sone ka natak karne lagee,mai thodi der baad TV band kiya aur. I buried them as deep as I could in hopes that no one would ever notice them. Only afterwards did I think about what this would mean. What was it I had used to think about girls like that? That only skanks and tramps went around without any underwear. Especially in a skirt like this. I wondered, was this really me? Or had the idea to ditch my underwear come from a less savory source? Whatever the cause, I certainly wasn’t going to go diving in the trash bin for a pair of sodden panties.. Practice ke baad main school uniform main aa gayi(skirt aur shirt). Library ke period main main specila section main ek kitaab dhhond rahi thi ke tabhie peeche se aa kar mujhe harish sir ne pakad liya aur bole kya dhoond rahi ho. Unka lund mere chuttar ko choo raha tha aur unke haath mere mummo par they. Maine kahan ki yeh kya kar rahe ho sir? Sir bole ki pyar kar raha ho tumhe. Bohat dino se mera lund tumhe paane ki liye tadap raha tha. Tumhare boobs dekh kar dekho to kaisa tan jata hai.. He enclosed each dark, throbbing nipple in his mouth, titillating the little buds with his tongue, nibbling at the excited puckering of her dark-red areolas. His knee edged between the silkiness of her slightly parted legs, forcing them even further apart, and Doug thought he could just barely see an enticing gleam of her moist pink cuntal-slit glimmering beneath the curling wisps of pussy tendrils.His burgeoning penis was hard and intensely alive, every nerve ending taut and excited and he.