.Fir mne uska to utar diya par usne bra nahi phni thi wo boli k raat ko bina bra k soti hu…Fir mne usk boobs ko jor jor se dabana suru kr diya or wo...masti mai aaaaaaaaaaaahhhOoooohhhh ki aawaz nekalne lagi fir mne uska lower nikal kr uski panty mai finger kr di ..finger dalte he wo jor se chilayi aaaaauuccccchhhh. Mne kaha k halka sa dard hoga…fir mne finger uski pussy maid al di usse dar to hua par usne sh liya fir mne uski panty knee ki nikal kr chut(pussy) par kiss kiya usse acha laga fir. "Very good, Justine!" I can barely hear her whispered compliment over the pounding of my pulse!I sigh with relief and longing as she drifts away, murmuring encouragement to other students as she passes.Why, oh why did I take THIS art class! Even as the thought enters my head, the answer niggles at the back of my brain: 'Because, Justine, you have a stupid schoolgirl crush on Ms. O'Connor!'Yes, I have to admit that I took the class because I wanted to be close to her. Never mind that every boy. She felt his teeth on her for an instant and she thought her soul would rise up out of her body. She fell back against the bed of the truck, her hands bracing the steal, her fingers grasping for something to grab onto. "Is this it? Is this what you want?" He sounded wild and she looked down at him between her legs. His eyes glinted in the moonlight. He looked dangerous and wild and beautiful. She heard him unzip his pants and then he was standing between her thighs and thrusting up inside her. ”You smile at me and my talking childishly to you.“Well sweetie, I think today we need to get your hair cut, so I learn how to do it,” you tell me.I am not really sure what you are talking about and look puzzled. I go to a salon when my hair needs cut, I don’t think you would be able to style it. You see my look and pull on my pubes just a little, and I understand. Which makes me blush.“Daddy!”You get us cleaned up, but after our bath together and you drying me, you tell me that you will.