. Ras se bheegi choot.. Uske choot ke paani ki bunde choot ke munh se tapak rahi thi.aur mai us ki choot ko dekhne laga. Mujhe apne choot ki taraf dek...te huye usne dekha to sharmayi.. Fir puncha “aise kya dekh rahe ho?’ maine kaha kya gulabi choot hai? Lekin subah to is par baal the na? Usne haan me sir hilaya aur puncha “tumhe kaise pata maine to us wakt panty pehani thi jab tum zip laga rahe the.” Maine kaha tumhari usi panty ne kaha meri jaan”. Mere is sexy pan ne smita ko aur bi garam kar. This morning, she was dressed in a custom tailored business suit that completely hid the fancy French undies that I had personally watched her put on with my rapt attention. I think she knew I was peeking at her getting dressed in the mirror in front of me as I shaved the stubble from my face that always looked dark and slightly dirty in the morning. I didn’t understand how these supposedly normal guys could condone a beard or even a moustache on their face or chin like it was natural and not. " Do it." My cock was stiffening as every text scrolled by on my phone.I waited for her response but nothing came. She must be driving I thought to myself but as the seconds turned to minutes I began to wonder." Where'd you go?" I asked but got nothing in return.Finally another text came across my phone, "Are you sure you want this?"Suddenly doubt crept into my mind. Was she really at that dive bar kissing another guy? How did I really feel about that? We had always discussed this fantasy. It was if she was inspecting meat, which was what I was truly beginning to think I was under her eyes. Such wonderful teen arsche, all the fucking and sucking, ja? She clearly was seeking an answer from us because suddenly there was a whooshing and the paddle came firmly down on my backside and I let out a yelp. It took only seconds but I heard the woosh and smack on flesh as our Nazi vice-principal treated Faith and Hope to the same damn treatment. And they both let out their own respective.