. Uski kmr apna tattoo dekh k pyaar aa gya…Uski kmr choom k maine jeans wapas use pahna di aur.. Hm baatein krne lge… Mai usse poochh rha tha k du...haniya tyyr h wo shrmane lgi… M uski isi ada pr fida ho gya q k mujhe sex bahut zàda chadha hua tha itne din intzar jo kiya tha bas man tha lund daal k chut me ragad hi du udhr wo b kaafi tadap rahi thi… Mai baato hi baato m uske bubboo ko mslne lga… Us k top ko nikaal fekaa.. Uski bra k upr se hi zor zor se dabane lga… Uski raan ko nochne lga…. " That was Cheryl, and all of the girls giggled.Looking at Tessa, he said "Just suppose someone took the picture of Tessa's tit," and he waited for the giggles to subside, "and passed it around. Maybe they were playing a prank, or maybe they were being mean. How would you feel, Tessa?" He was met with giggles and blushes, but no shock or horror." OK, what if someone put it on the Internet?" Internet?" one girl asked."Yes," he explained. "The Internet is growing very fast. More and more people. ”“I told you!” she protested.“You did. And at the same time, you told me about your aversion. As much as I love you, and as much as I enjoy spending time with you, that’s a deal-breaker for marriage! Not before, but certainly after! I’m sorry if I sound harsh, but the only person who can change this is you! I’ve offered every possible concession. I simply CAN’T offer a concession of marrying someone who doesn’t want to ever have sex!”I saw tears stream down her face as she turned and bolted. I felt bad for the marching band."Do you want to go?" asked Becky. "We could go see a movie or something. This is probably going to be kind of boring."I didn't actually want to leave, but I didn't have much good reason to stay either. "I don't know," I said, stalling. "Maybe the second half will be better?"Becky rolled her eyes. Her mind was already made up, I knew.Right then, my cell phone buzzed. It was Coach Tanner ("Uncle Dale" in my contacts, to avoid suspicion). I couldn't answer in front.