Boss ney mera hath pakda aur muje kaha ajay muje ladish ke saath maja nahi aata aur mere haath ko apney haath main lekar dherey dherey sahlaney laga, ...b muje bhi thoda thoda boss ka isaara samaj aaney laga mainey bhi bhout baar suna taa ki bhout sey man gay hotay hai Jin ko ladish nahi aadmi pasand aatay hai ab muje pata chalGaya ki boss gay hai lakin mujey yah sab achchaa nahi lagta kyo ki agar sex aurat sey karna ho tou maza aata hai lakin man to man Mai Kya maza aata honga. Boss ne mera. Timmy still was on his place and when Kim and Bonnie hurried away he went over to Kim’s chair to see exactly what he wanted. There was a pool of Kim’s Pussy juice, and Timmy took a picture before heading out of class. Monique who had sat in front hadn’t noticed anything, actually she hadn’t heard a single word Barking said, she was only thinking of what she heard in the bathroom and how fantastic it will be when she gets home and can take her time with Kim’s clothes. She was all wet now and her. I said she was not too bad and somehow the subject got onto sex and I offered up that my partner didn’t like having sex anymore and Tracy said she hasn’t had it in a few years and even then he was really small and didn’t know how to use it. I said I wasn’t much better and was also small (I’m not if you’ve read my other stories you’d know) I was in a mischievous mood. We got a bit closer together and ware both nervous she stood up and I stood up and we hugged and I started to get hard and I knew. Her mind was in a full state of romanticism. She played a track by Madonna “Justify My Love” over and over again. It was a particular feeling she had that something special was going to happen and she could hardly wait. Earlier that Saturday, she dreamed about a poetic man that made love to her, while he recited poetry to her. It was weird, but the sex was heartfelt. The dream seemed so vivid, that she remembered a few key words; heart, tic-toc, and your secret fan. It was one hell of a dream.