There is a spot in the hanging clothes bin at the front of the aircraft where a nice flight attendant puts the hard case. I’ve flown this flight a f...w times now and the flight attendant is a fan.This was the first time we flew into National that we weren’t met by someone. I guess we were just part of the flow now and not celebrities. Beca had things under control and sent a quick text. Five minutes later, an Uber pulled up in front of us and in half an hour we were at the school. We had to wait. She smiled at me again and I smiled back. "Ditto" I said thoughtfully, looking into her dark eyes. "Why don't you take the girls with you on a boat trip John? That could be fun!". My mother said happily and with a rather enthusiastic tone in her voice. My mother was probably eager for the house to be empty and quiet so that she and my father could enjoy a good morning fuck without thinking about holding back and getting worried that someone might hear them. I didn't think that was such a bad. Two years earlier...As I listened to the band play, I was excited. Another school year was starting. I was a good student. Sometimes lazy, but mostly good. The bad thing was I was not looking forward to making new friends, which comes with the territory. Then, I looked up at the cheerleaders. One particularly took my attention away from the rest of them. I stared. She was in the front. Her smile was beautiful. She looked so bubbly. She stayed on my mind that whole night. This was not the last. Masi – Didi ab main kya karu. Meri to chudai bhi puri nahi hone di tumare ladle ne.Mom – Ab usame usaki kya galati. Use thodi pata tha ke uska bap usake masi ki chut mar raha hai.Masi – Mujhe pata hai. Par ab main kya karu mujhe to lund chahiye na.Mom – Ab main kya kar sakati hu mere pass to lund nahi hai. Hota to dal deti teri chut mein.Masi – Aisa lag raha hai jaise tumare bete ka hi lund leluMom – ja lele. Roka kisane hai. Par usaka 20th birthday ane ka hai aur tume pata hai na hamara family.