She walked home with a warmth that had been missing earlier, that and a nervous excitement about how long she should wait before calling that number. ...ould calling too soon send the wrong message? But would that be worse than calling too late and seeming disinterested in making the relationship more? She wasn't desperate, no far from it, but she hadn't felt this spark before and didn't want to lose it. She also had that gnawing feeling that perhaps the moment had passed, that she should have. Apni chut k,i taraf ishara karke kaha ki isko dekho kiyaa hall kardiyaa hai iska dekha to sach main madam ki chut esi lag rahi thiii jaise jaise koi double oti ho mano jaise koi bread ki tarhan ho hum logon ne kahan khaya or phir blue film dekhn e lage ore mere lund main to waise bhi enrgy thiii maine madam ki lips ko chusna shuru kiyaa kiyaa rasile lips hain madam ke jawab nahi or madam phir tayar hogai thiii madam main pata nhi kanha se itni vasna ki agg thiii ki thamne ka naam nahi le rahi. Suddenly, the phone on her desk began to ring, startling her. Leyla picked the phone up. "Yes, Miss Ling?" she asked. "Leyla, come to my office," Monica said sharply. "Yes, mam," she replied. She placed the receiver back down and stood up, straightening her skirt. Leyla walked over to her boss's office and knocked on the door. "Come in." Leyla walked in and closed the door. Monica Ling looked up from her computer and motioned for her to sit in the chair beside her desk.She gulped as she walked. Dad got up and put his dick inside my pussy and gave a jerk. I do not wanted him to know that I was fucking regularly, and made my pussy walls close inside and dint let him go in. He again pulled back and gave a forced jerk and it now went inside. I shouted as if it was the first time. He fucked me for 5 mins and cummed on my belly. He saw my pussy and asked me – “are you fucking anyone? Why dint your pussy bleed?” Suddenly geeta’s dad said – (at the door) it is because now-a-days girls are.