” My mother said and reached down for my hand. I just managed to pick-up my own skirt as my mother pulled me out of the shop.“Muuum; stop; I need ...o put my skirt on.”“What? Oh yeah,” my mother said and stopped walking.As I quickly put my skirt on I heard my mother say, “I don’t know why you bother; you never seem to have the damn thing on at home.”“Mum,” I replied, “that’s different, we’re out in public and people are watching.”As I fastened the skirt I looked around, and yes, people were. We used to joke around all the time whenever they visit me or I visit them. In the mean time she started building crush on me which I came to know after a while. She started giving me all kinds of hints but being very fearful and shy person I never came forward and did nothing, finally one day when I went to see them and my friend was not home, she sent her kids to the bath tub for the fun in water and grabbed me and kissed me, wow, I was really amazed and did not know what to do and how to. . everyone ... this is Arnold Berridge and this is ... this is Matilda Dorridge. Arnold was the guy I met at the NTFLN office on Monday and Matilda here is the librarian from the library right next door. I ... I ... I ... told Arnold he should get to know the librarian and ... and ... well he did! Only I didn’t expect him to move so fast and I actually didn’t even know his name then or Matilda’s for that matter. She was always ‘just the librarian’ to me and I had never ever even met Arnold. Laudi. Madarchod.Phir maine apne saare kapde utar liye. Aur uska pant bhi khich liya. Phir uski bra aur panty ko bhi utar liya. Dekha ki uski jante bahot badi thi. Maine uske chut me apna muh ghused diya. Aur jeebh ko chut me dal kar chusne aur chatne laga. Woh chilla rahi thi “chaat meri chut ko mere kutte. Aapni saali ki chut ko kacha chaba ja mere laude. Mere swami. Mere malik. Kitna maza aa raha hai. Tere jiju ne kabhi nahi chata. Woh madarchod namard hai. Tu hi asli mard hai. Mera pati.