..Whatcha gonna do about it."The bell rung.Sasha winked and sat back in her seat."Hello, class," Knopp said with a smile, "Welcome to a new year."Jasp...r got the chills."Throughout this year we will have tons of sexual adventures together, and for..." She was interrupted by the door opening.A girl barged into the room with intentional recklessness and disrespect. She held a McDonald's cup in her left hand and a purse around the other."Yeah, yeah. I'm late, I know," she said before taking a sip. The wife is about 40 years of age and had dark bright skin. Her boobs always enchanted me.Her blouse barely cover her boobs, when she mop the floor daily at 8 am. I saw the show from the crack of my closed door.Also record it for memory.I often imagine cuddling with her, while masturbating.The daughter was a cute simple girl.She was a teacher at a coaching centre.I never got courage to talk to them.But one day god took pity on my situation.On one particular holiday, After doing my daily chores,. “Hi, excuse me, I’m Tom. Sorry to intrude but I was wondering if you know where Lilly and ... or, you know, the other milkers are? I don’t see them.” There was silence and Branch had turned back to her work. Now the hair on the back of my neck was starting to bristle ... getting uncomfortable, getting weird. My erection didn’t subside in that suspense but rather got even longer, stiffer like it was reaching for her. “What the... ? Uhm, sorry to bother you ... uh, sorry”, I began to turn, to. And then I did it again for the next scar, and the next, and every scar after that.And there were dozens. It wasn’t like I’d never seen them before, but I’d never paid specific attention to the scars given how many we all had after the Blight. Small and large, raised and flat, new and old. He had scars on his legs, his back, his shoulders – even one on the delectable curve of his ass, which made him squirm when I kissed it. Each scar had a story, though there were a few he couldn’t even.