Ek baar mujhe english mae doubt tha so mae unke ghar pe gaya woh ek bunglow mae rehti hai.Waha mene bahot baar bell bajai par woh darwaza nai khol rah... thi phir waha ek window tha woh unke bedroom ki window thi.Woh scence dekh keh mae chok gaya .Woh hamare school ke peon ke lund ko mooh mae daal ke choose rahi thi .woh dekh ke mera lund khada hogaya .Unke bade boobs ko dekhne ka ek sapna tha woh aj sakar hua.Mene mera pant mae se lund nikala aur muth marne laga.phir teacher ne uska lund apni. “I’ll see you later Angel.” It was quite when he left, and I realized it was past nine. I had to be out of the apartment within an hour. I was meeting my friend Johanna soon and I had to get ready. I decided on a flirty black skirt and a little tee shirt. I did a hair tease, make-up and purse check before leaving. I locked the door behind me and headed down the three flights of stairs and came out on Howard Street. I had to make my way over to Baltimore Street, otherwise known as “The Block”,. She also wore glasses, but she wore them all the time. Her clothing style was mostly tight jeans of varying shades and stripped or random design shirts with long sleeves underneath, and she would, every now and then, wear black, fingerless gloves. Next to come over was Bridgette, who the girls would call Bridge for short. Bridge was taller than the other three girls going to the concert and was very skinny. She didn’t have the obviously well-developed body the average girl her age did, not that. She cleaned the mess up with a tissue and rested her head on her pillow. As she thought about all of the sperm Will had filled her with, she drifted off to sleep.SECRET VALENTINE’S DAYMartha awoke an hour later wrapped in Will’s arms. Will had drifted off to sleep beside her after piling his clothes in the corner and throwing hers in her hamper. She looked at the clock, which said 6:30. She sprang out of bed, startled.“Bobby!”“Mmmpph...what?”“Bobby’s going to be here in an hour and a half. I.