She was talking to Lana’s mom on the phone and describing what she’d found.”“I had to hit him with the phone to get him to pull his face out o... the poor girl’s vagina,” Mom told her. “She was already passed out and he just went back to working on making her scream herself unconscious again.”“She never told me that story,” Gina giggled uncontrollably as she thought about it.“Yeah, it’s a great story,” I agreed. “Mom’s leaving out the part about how Lana nearly DID kill me. When she started to. Ti hi ki aaj tine kesancha madhun bhand na padta tesasal mage ghetle hote.Kanat gol ringache earrings hote. kapalavar mazya aavdichi laal rangachi jar mothi laambudki gol tikli. dolyat kichit kajal. galyat don shimplyancha mangalsutra. te ekdam tichya galya bhovti hota. mala ka mahit nahi pan aasa galyabhoviti aslela lahan size cha mangal sutra ghalnarya bayka sexy vatatat. aaine hatat kachechya hirvya bangdya ghatlya hotya. tya tine pravasat ghetlya hotya. padar shabnam la khijawayala muddam. I looked up then, giving him a winning smile, the tip of my pencil in my mouth as my hand crept slowly to my pussy. He didn’t look away but smiled back, a little uncertainly and I knew then that I was going to get my way.I slowly rubbed my finger across my clit, which was aching for attention, and then pushed apart the swollen lips of my sex, showing off my pussy for all it was worth. Mr Blake shifted a little, his hand brushed past his crotch and he moved behind his desk a little to hide his. I was totally covered. I had peeled three layers of shields off my goggles, and now had only one left. Decided I should quit until I could get more peel a-ways, I take off my helmet and casually head back up the street towards the house. About half way up I see a man flagging me down, looked to be about 40 or so. I roll up to him at the end of his driveway and shut off the bike. I say “morning” and he returns the same, followed up with “you sure are making some noise this morning”. “Oh—yes.