Mousi ghabrayee aur dari hui thi. Pitaji ne sidhe hi lund ghused diya, mousi moin karne lagi, lekin pitaji ke kaatne pe uski chikh nikal rahi thi, pit...ji ne berahmi se uske boobs ko kaata tha. Mousi rone lagi dard se aur pitaji ne uski chudayee kar di, chudayee se dard nahi hua tha bus kaatne se hua tha, fir 15 min baad hi pitaji ne mousi ke naa karne ke bawzood apna lund chuswana suru kiya aur bitch bitch mein unke boobs ko jor jor se daba ki chikhein nikalwati rahe. Fir se mousi ki chudayee. There were several reasons for that chief among them the fact that I wasn't a very good-looking guy. Add to that the fact that I was very shy and not comfortable around girls and I also had the worst case of acne on the planet.Holly and I had several classes together, we belonged to the chess club, we both worked on the school newspaper and while friendly, we were not exactly friends and we didn't travel in the same social circles. My circle was my fellow jocks; I was a letterman on the. The fact that Susan had referred to her rival in the past tense was not lost upon me. Fait accompli; in Susan's eyes, the usurper stood no chance. Her towering arrogance, heaped atop her other faults, appalled me.Why would she even bother with this charade in the first place? Together, the two of them would have everything she wanted; prestige, money, security, and a big dick. Was she trying to get me back just to prove she could? I would contact my lawyer as soon as I got to my desk, inform. . You sound terrible," Jamie says, her voice filled with clearemotion. "Keith told me what happened, are you okay? Please tell meyou're okay..." I'm probably going to be eating the next couple of meals through astraw," I joke. "I'm fine... My mouth will heal, but what you did to myheart- that's going to take some time to repair." Stu," Jamie blubs, and the sound of her crying, in pain, only hurts memore."Jamie," I say, interrupting Jamie before she has a chance to speak. "I-I want to forgive,.