Mai bathroom may jake fresh ho kay aaa gayaMai bahar aya toedekha ki bhabhi abhi tak fresh ho kay nahi ayeMe – bhabhi kahan ho aapNeha babhi- bus ho...gaya prem do min. AaayiBhabhi room may say aayi or wo gile balo may kaya mast maal lag rahi thiMe – bhabhi aap to mast sexy lag rahi hoNeha bhabhi – ooo thanx prem chalo mai kahnahana lagati hum dinner kar lay phir batein kar in gayMe – bhabhi bus batain hi kareingeNeha bhabhi – smile kay sath lagat prem babu ka man nahi bhara hai sb karein but. Except a paper cut or two. I never was very good at math and flying has math. At least the devil isn’t in it ... no numbers AND alphabet.Just numbers is bad enough.Instructors ... that’s a horse of a different color. Instructors have been known to exact a measure of pain ... not blood. Sweat and tears ... yes.A certain period of Ground School while the A&P mechanic inspected an already perfect aircraft was required. I needed to know terms.“Okay,” said my instructor, a fresh faced young lady. Adam picked up the pace, bucking his hips and shoving his cock deeper and deeper, faster and faster down her throat, and she could feel the cum building in his shaft. He held the back of her head and pushed her down the complete length of his giant cock, choking her as he shot a huge load of cum deep into her throat as she was being ripped apart from behind. Ally licked up every drop of cum and swallowed it down before finally coming up for air, gasping and panting as Adam repositioned himself. I was told I could leave and slipped my knickers back on, very gently as they felt unusually tight, and left the Study. I walked past the gym and saw it was empty and checked my watch. My goodness, it was two and a half hours since I had entered the Headmistress’s study. I rubbed my bottom just as Mrs Dean walked past me.“Mrs Fellows has high hopes for you Laura. She wants to be your mentor so doing as she demands will be good for you. Maybe not so good for your bottom but with her support you.