5 inch he,me apko meri life ki sacchi ghatna sunane ja rha hu ki kis trh mene student ki maa ko choda,mene jise choda uski umra 35 se 40 ke bich hogi,...ang gora or boobs or gand to qayamat dhane wale the jb b vo chalti thi dono gand uchal 2 kr salami dete the mera lund to unhe dekh kr he khada ho jata tha,me apka samay khrb na krte hue story pe ata hu bat un dino ki he jb school start hue the me apko bta du ki me home tution pdata tha or apni college ki padai bhi krta tha,me ek ladki sweta ko. Not just because I needed the help, but my sister’s request on Wednesday night created an even more pressing need to put the whole thing to rest, once and for all. My mood swings seemed to be under control; diet, exercise, and sleep were working. Even with all of the crazy events swirling around me, I’d stayed on a relatively even keel. Kara had commented on that earlier in the day while we were waiting at O’Hare for the flight that brought Jessica back to us.Or had it? That was really the. Here’s a list of us:Freddie Mucphucker 17 4th grade (me)Jethro Mucphucker 15 3rd gradeRandy Mucphucker 14 1st gradeBilly Bob Bentover 16 4th gradeRalphie Bentover 14 2nd gradeSally Sue Rubbinout 16 5th gradeWanda Mae Rubbinout 15 4th gradeBetty Jean Rubbinout 14 4th gradeThem gurls wuz the smartest ones so they got to plannin. We’d git off’n the school bus and change clothes and do our chores. Then we’d go the clubhouse and do our homework. The gurls helped with that becuz when yew got yer. Esi trha ek hafta beet gya ab aunty khul ky our muskra muskra k batin kaarti thi. Ek din aunty ny mjy apny ghar kisi kam ky lye bulya to mummy ny mjy room sy awaz dy ky kaha k aunty bula rhi hi ap ki zara bat sun k aao main foran us ky ghar gya to aunty ny kaha k tv dosry room main set karna hi aunty ny bal khuly chory hwy tha dupta bi nhi lya hwa tha ufff kya tofani nazara tha koi das mint mn farg ho gy aunty ny kaha betho thanda pi ky jana main pas pary sofy py bheth gya aunty do glass cold.