Or bolne lagi aa na behen chod chod mujhe saale.Loude chod na mujhe abhi .Faad meri chut .Maa ka dudh nahi piya kya .Mera dudh pi le.Mere pati ne bhi ...ahi piya hoga asa dudh me tujhe pilaungi mere raja .Mere loude ,,meri sarkar.Tor usne apna garam louda pel dia meri chut mee .Uska loda 9inch se jada bada and mota tha and kala .Pura nahi ghusa or me tadap gayi.To wo bola kya hua randibaazi khatam.Le mera louda pura ander.Or phir ek shot mara or pura ander gaya louda.Liza jor se. ]Over the next several weeks, Tianna and I began exploring each other in private, discovering completely different physical specimens and enjoying the sight, touch, and finally taste of one another, right down to discovering that age old number without knowing what it was called, yet.But before either of us could decide to try the next step - we still weren't sure how at this point - we were caught in a clinch by mom and given hell for it. Later, dad and mom gave us the speech, but warned us. “Hi, Amanda. What are you still doing here? Cindy should be home by now.”“Yeah, well, Cindy got back and remembered that Robbie is having dinner at a friend’s house today, so she decided to get her nails done before you got back. She asked that since you guys wouldn’t be needing me to watch him, if I could still stay a while and prep some veggies for your dinner, so I said sure.”Instantly, a wicked thought came to mind. He eyed the petite five-foot teenager, her shiny golden hair, small, but. Didn’t like her being a tart then they shouldn’t have gone or at least he shouldn’t have kicked up such a fucking fuss.It was hardly her fault that the vicars were all hunks and the tarts were all drunken bitches who didn’t even have a mini skirt between them. I mean at least she made the effort...Thigh boots with serious heels, hold ups, tartan mini, white school knickers and a sheer blouse through which her nipples were plainly visible. I mean, if he didn’t like it why didn’t he say.