Phir mai let gaya wo khush ho gayi.Mai let gay peth kai bal aur wo mere sorts ko nicchai kiya thoda sa mera lund aur bada hone laga aur unhone dheere ...e ek haath mai tell le kar malish karne lagi thodi derbaad unhone kaha ki thik lag raha hai kya maine kaha ha bhabhi bahut maja aa raha ahai wo boli ismai maje wali kya baatr hai mai bola nahi kuch nahi wo boli nahi bolo bahut force karne par mai bola ki aap meri galfrnd ho toh aapke haath lagane se kuch kuch hota hai wo mujhai boli badmash. "But you may refer to me as Mrs. Davis. And I won't accept your apology until you address me properly. How old are you, Jared?" Nineteen," he replied. "Nineteen. Interesting. I'm old enough to be your mother, young man. Do you talk to your mother the way you talked to me earlier?" Uh, no," he fumbled, "no, I... I... " No what?"He stared at her, befuddled. "The word I'm looking for here is ma'am, Jared. Do you call your mother ma'am when you speak to her?" No, not really...." Not really? Do. With you weirdly sitting right next to her, i realized then that the bus is empty besides 3 of us and the driver. As my mom thinks that i`m not there i just started to watch all the situation with curiousity. I see you suddenly starting to talk with her, about random things, as i can`t hear it really well because i`m so far away. I see her laughing and blushing a bit and i`m thinking to myself "omg that guy is hitting on my mom, what the heck?". And with watching u talking more and more with. So before long my office was being shared by three fourteen-year-old girls clad in thin, floppy tees that barely reached below their asses, who appeared to be working for my graphic design consultancy. I still liked the logo at least, which is basically a thick, dark grey squared 8, containing thin, sharp lines of rainbow colours spelling the letters ‘g, r, a, F, X (H) U and S’, and I also had to admit it was looking quite sexy on them.I dragged my attention away, went to my desk and opened the.