She had always insisted he not deflower a maiden unless he was married to her. "Ron, may I call my mother tonight and have her send me a wedding sari... It will be rather costly." "Of course you may call your mother. Don’t worry about the costs. You know I can afford it, and anything that makes you happy will be just fine with me." Late that night, Seema called her mother. Mrs. Patel was overjoyed with the news of her daughter’s betrothal. She quickly agreed to find the perfect sari for her. Ab vo mere samne sirf bra me thi vo sirf sports bra phanti thi kyo ki vo muje pasand thi, phir maine uske boos suck karne start kiye bra ke upar se hi or mera ek hath uske salwar ke andar thae ob maine uski chut panty ke upar se masal raha tha is harkat se vo or garam ho gayi.Thodi der ke baad maine uski salwar bhi utar di uske baad usne mere cloths bhi utar diye main ab sirf apne under wear main the maine shirt ke niche kuch nahi phenta tha jab use milna ho kyo ki use pasand nahi tha ,phir. Amazing. He was certain that Ken meant to explode in his mouth anytime soon now, too. Maybe even the next time they partnered up in his bedroom. He’d hinted as much 10 days ago. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been alone with Ken since.“You don’t mind that I suck Ken, right?” The first time he’d broached the subject was November 8th, after school. He’d been scared out of his mind about rejection, and afraid that Ken might even punch the crap out of him. Ken was no sissy-boy like Gilbert Grape.“Uh,. I started to do that little gray out thing that happens with a really strong one and supported myself with my arm on the table and filled my latex C/B sheath with hot fluid!. I think a little moan escaped and I tried to hide it and any telltale movements of my body with a few coughs. I felt like the next couple of people in line took an hour to do their business and that everyone there knew what had just happened! When I got to the window I'm sure I must have looked a little funny yet or been.