He motions for me with his finger. I approach his desk."What's up?" I ask. Mr. Desai sits down, sighing. He opens a desk drawer and flips through a ro... of files, finally pulling out a test with my name on it. Next to it is a huge "F" written in bright red ink. I stare at the test blankly."You have just failed this latest test. 20% is pathetic.," Mr. Desai says. "And you're constantly late for class." I say nothing. He looks up at me and raises his eyebrows."I know. I just get distracted. My feet stroked her face, so gently she didn’t even stir. She was mine, and owning her drew an almost maternal, protective affection from me, mixed with the possessive pride of someone who had just acquired a rare, invaluable treasure.I called her name, very quietly. She didn’t react, and I let myself wallow a few more seconds in the pleasure of possessing her. A smile came to my lips that I didn’t bother restraining. There was lots to be joyful about. I had plans for the day, though, so I. . 18 years old, i am a plustwo student. my aunty (my granpa’s sister’s daughter) she was living next to our house. she had a son and a daughter. Her husband was an electrician..Now let me tell about her figure. her ass was soo big.. her boob size was 36d. Now let me begin the story. I always had a crush on her from when we changed our home near to her. she used to wash clothes between 8 and 9. that time i used to stare at her from my room windows. i can see her cleavarage from my room. i used. Sophie followed unsteadily, feeling definitely giddy, but very happy indeed. When they reached Julias house, the taxi dropped them outside and they walked up the path through the garden to the front door. Sophie saw the well-tended garden with its lawn bordered by neat flower beds, and edged by trees. She was mildly surprised to find that Julias house was a large, expensive looking one, and consequently was even more in awe of her new best friend. Inside, they went into the lounge, deposited.