Not a real story but I hope you will like it, mera naam rahul hai, ham 12th me parte the hamare maths teacher bahut hi hot and sexy hai, or bahut hi g...ri doodh jaise, uski skin daikh ker aisa lagta tha manu duniya mai koi bhi itna khoobsurat kase ho sakta hai, sare larke parte kem the usko ghoorte jyada the, hum dosto ka ek group tha sabhi roj usko leker aahe bherte rehte the, sab soch rahe the ki madam ko kaise chode, to maine idea diya kyu na hum maidam se home tution ki baat kare ager vo. I had better introduce myself. I am Miss Jane, the art teacher at the Saint Cecilia’s School for Girls, a private school for those who can afford our outrageous fees. And yes, I admit that many of the girls have a few behavioural issues. I still think that the prosecution describing a group of seventeen year old girls as, “a danger to civilization not seen since the hordes of Genghis Khan,” is going a little far. I suppose that the tiny problems on the coach down should have warned me what to. The power cells for the mule weren't going to last forever. Without a power station to plug the vehicle in to, they were going to have to rely on the solar cells or abandon the vehicle all-together. Kat wasn't sure how long they had left, but if it made it another 36 hours, she would be surprised.Kat drove until the sun was almost down. They wanted to find a good spot to camp, before it got completely dark. Somewhere with overhead cover and near to a water source. By the time they found a good. He cleared his throat some, turning his head as he tried to focus on the road. ‘So, what do you do Brandy? Got a job? School?’ Brandy watched the road some before glancing over to him with a soft smile. ‘Both,’ she said. ‘I’m taking the last of my college requirements for my master’s degree but I work too. I gotta pay for my apartment somehow.’ She added a gentle laugh at the last part, thinking about her job as an exotic dancer and how there would have been a time she would have been mortified.