This unfortunate mishap had clearly left her with a few questions to answer when next she was in the terrifying presence of her short-tempered father,...who might be away for the day, but would surely find out when he returned - this being a small and tightly knit community whose microscopically small-minded denizens delighted in all kinds of tittle tattle and malicious gossip, the more malicious the better. She could feel, in an anticipatory way, the weals on her backside already, as she rubbed. . She had a strange kind of feeling for that stranger and thought who knows if the stranger is Vishal’s friend and she will create a problem among friends that’s why she believed she should keep quiet till she does not later confirm about him!Anyhow she managed to talk to Vishal and asked him to refresh himself. After a while Vishal took a towel and underwear and went to the bathroom to take his shower, but he took his mobile enveloped in the towel with the unregistered sim.He sent an sms on. Each time I get near to the end of my bulbous mushroom head I twist my hand round causing myself to shudder as the exquisitely sensitive end is tormented. Copious amounts of my own slippery liquid escapes from my slit and as I slide over the end it lubricates my movements adding further enjoyment to my actions. I see Rita looking at me with her beautiful thieving eyes and this begins to push me over the edge. I quickly straddle her upper body and point my cock in her direction. Looking down I. I invent my own," I lied."Amazing. So what's the word of the day?" he grinned, challenging me."Oh ... let's see," I said, thinking of something that would be readily explainable. "How about sustainability?" Okay. I have an idea what it might mean. But tell me how you would use it." When someone proposes a different or new idea or task, I ask myself if the method can be sustained. In other words, are there enough resources available to complete or continue a given project?" Give me an example,".