. Main thodi der baad ek clasroom me uska wait kia or vo aagyi or boli ha bolo. To maine use kha ki I love you or vo phir hasne lagi , fir usne bola k... tu chahta kya h maine use kha ki kya tujhe mujh par trust h to vo bholi ha to maine use aankhe band karne ko kha or uske sath french kiss karne laga pehle to vo peechhe hat gayi or bahar jane lagi lekin fir ekdumvo vapis aayi or usne mujhe kiss kar dia main bhi uske lips ko choom raha tha vo meri pehli kiss thi tabhi mera haath uske boobs par. He’s been doing that for almost two years as it turns out. He insisted she put an app on her phone so he knows where she is every minute of the day; if he feels she stepped out of line, he yells at her and makes her account for her time. She’d left her phone at home on purpose so we could have lunch. He calls her and asks just what the hell she’s doing not being in her routine. When she makes a phone call, he comes into the room and stands there listening to her talk or he picks up and listens. It also triggered my gag reflex. As I fell back on my ass, coughing up semen, Charley staggered backwards drunkenly, still cumming. Come in my mouth? He came in it, on it, in my face, in my hair, I was a fucking mess (Hey, there's poem there; Cum on my face, cum in my hair, there was cum flying all through the air. Anybody wants to set it to music, go ahead, claim it for your own.). Fortunately, we were by the bed when all this happened. Charley stumbled back, hit the bed, and fell back on it. Andee was adamant that her sexual adventure was not going to be a tangled web of confusion and heartache. “I’m sorry that this may have turned into something a bit too complicated for you,” he said, breaking the silence between them. “I guess some things shouldn’t be more than just one-night stands.” Andee stopped gathering her things and looked at him. She had a rather stern expression on her face. She wasn’t really interested in dragging out the conversation. “You know what,” she finally.