He put his hands under her and pulled her nearer to the edge, and went back down on her. Just as she had thought, he was eating her cream pie. She fel... his tongue reaching deep inside of her and felt him licking back to the outside, over and over, again. Sucking up the mingled juices from her. He MUST have been a Holy Terror in his younger days, she thought. She was panting at his "lip service." She felt the tremors start deep inside of her, and stuck her fist into her moth to keep from crying. “She asked about us, you know. About what we were like and if anything like that happened between us.” Before I could continue Wyatt looked down at his feet and sighed. “It is about time I told them.…I just don’t know how they would react.”“Maybe it could help to show them the kind of bond siblings could have…” Wyatt looked at me and shook his head. “I don’t want them to end up like us, go through what you went through…”“They wouldn’t…they would have us and we would not be like our. More kids who would watch her humiliate herself. More kids that would soon go to their friends and tell how they 'Rode' the principal around. More kids that would say they saw the principal doing jumping jacks in her underwear. More kids that would come to see it for themselves. More kids that would laugh and point when they did. More kids that would no longer respect Mrs. Polk. So on and so on.This must have been what Mrs. Polk had wanted to see her about. The whole thing was starting to get. I rushed my room , and the room was empty so I immediately put pillow.but . The mag was not there …ooooh man …where has the mag gone? I thought and searched mag here and there but in vain. Now I was too worried and tearful , suddenly I saw shehnaz the guest ladies’s dughter, she asked me Mr. What are you doing here?For a few seconds I said nothing…she again asked with a harsh tone ” kia kar rahay thay aap? I replied actually..woh bat ye hay . Ke i lost my purse woh dhoondh raha thaa .Purse?.