Nenu alane bed meedha padkuni unna, thanu lechi konchem kindhaki velli chest meedha stomach meedha mudhulu pedthu tongue tho raasthu kindhaki velthund...i. Ala chesthunnantha sepu na kalla loke chusthu nannu kavvisthundhi.Naku kasi perigipothundhi fulluga. Kindhaki velli na madda ni pattukuni foreskin ni venaka ki jaripi mathuga smeel choosindhi. Tarwata tip ni tongue toh lick chesindhi. Tongue tho pai nunchi kindhaki, kindha nunchi paiki lick chesthundhi.Sammagaaa naakuthundhi kani naku kasi. Instead there is a strange look. I reach for her. Sherry backed away, but hit a wall as I grabbed her and pulled her into my arms, I grasped her tight. My mouth crushed down on hers, I kissed her. Fiercely. Passionately. Sherry nearly swooned. Then my hand is between her legs. Cupping her vulva, molding, teasing, exploring. Sherry struggles to pull free, to push my hand away, to free herself. I shook her. It is like shaking a rag doll! Sherry bounced in my arms and then I pull her close. I had. ” Ms Knudsen suggested. “You’ll probably be off to lunch by whatever you’re done with. Eiko will have your notes for tomorrow.”“Thank you!” Kristi said omnidirectionally. Eiko tugged at Kristi’s skirt.“Yeah, you can get a ride with David and us.” Kristi assured the stacked Japanese teen as she walked out of class. Ms Knudsen was returning to the discussion of which Shakespearean play they had to cover this semester. Kristi was a bit grumpy that because the drama club was doing Romeo and Juliet. Finally Isettle on wearing it up... piled high toward the back with a couple oftendrils at my ears. What do they call this... a Gibson Girl? Yes...sophisticated, very feminine and a bit old fashioned, that's the look Iwant for tonight.Now jewelry... something to go with my hair style and transition to therest of me... pearl drop earrings, a matching pearl choker with itssingle pearl on a fine gold chain dangling toward my cleavage. Pearlbracelets finish it off nicely. Oh yes... that's the look.