“I will do whatever you say, sir.” A content look appeared on Principal Grant’s face, as if he had just acquired the latest train for his model ...rains collection. “Good, now if you step closer to the desk. All the way, until your legs touch the desk,” the principal instructed. Ashley stepped forward until the edge of the desk pressed against her thighs and waited. Principal Grant opened a drawer and searched in it. Ashley was looking curious down over the desk wondering what he was looking for.. They grew in size, then extruded like two tiny missiles. He wished he could pinch, no kiss each tender bud.He wondered if he dare be brazen enough to approach her, to try to take advantage of her, to attempt to, how they say it, seduce her. He wanted to. He wished he had the courage. No, that wouldn’t be the gentlemanly thing to do. The time wasn’t ripe.Maureen did everything she could to get him to do something. She did everything but pour water on her pajama blouse. Did she have to wipe an. It’s Ajay from Kolkata.Its my story with my maami. Meri famil aur mere mama ki family ek hi building me rahte the 2003-4 ki bat hai .Meri age 18yr aur maami 30yrs mai apne mama k ghar hi pe jyda rahta tha aur meri nazar hamesha mami pe rahti thi mai unke gaand ka diwana ban gaya (mere mami ke 3 bachche the )Mai hamesha unko gaand marna chahta tha unka rang saaf tha height 5″5 tha bhara hua badan saali ek dum chodne layk thi. Hum bathroom me se uski gand dekh2 ke muth marte the jb v wo jhuk ke. “I’m touched that you wanted me to have something of yourself,” I told him and he smiled.“I think if I gave you my collection of fridge magnets, you’d cherish them like you would prized artifacts from my career,” he joked lightly.I laughed. “You’re probably right,” I told him. “The fact that they were yours lends them importance.”“Well worry not, son. What I have for you will be much more useful to you than knickknacks. I think you’ll approve. For now though, you need to go home. Hug someone.