It had satellite TV so he could watch all the major news feeds. His favorite was the seven a.m. newswatch with Kitty Craters. She had her prose down p...rfectly and could report on the cutest kitten being rescued from a tree, then go directly on to report his latest beheaded motorist without batting an eye. In addition, she was so sincere and apologetic in her interviews as she sucked the deepest and most painful emotions out of the family members ‘left behind’, that the interviewees always. " Poetry," I muttered, trying to concentrate on walking to class, and not on her breasts."You're so smart," Erin grumbled. "I suck at poetry. Didn't you graduate in, like, the top 20% of your class?" Something like that," I said, laughing in spite of myself. I did get good grades; my father being a doctor, and my mom a college professor, I guess it was in my genes. "Anyway, this is my class. See you." Bye!" Erin yelled, winking at me as she walked away. She had a fairly nice ass too.---I took a. Ppppppphhhhhhhttt.aaaaahhhhhhh…..aaahhhhhhh oooooohhhhhhhhhh……sassur rani(bhau) ko bister mae gira detha ha rani ke dono tange bister ke niche julti rhti hai p-hir sassur bhau ke chut mae ek ungli del ker chusne lagtha hai bhau aaaaahhhhhh….. aaahhhhhhhhh……or apne hantho se saasur ke ser ko apne chut ke uper dabnye lagti hai aaaaahhhhhh……..aaaaaaahhhhh……sassur uht ker bhau ke dono tango ko apne khendo per rhk leth hai or ek hanth se apne lund ko bhau ke gulabi chut ke munh ke uper rhki detha. Stirrups?!? What kind of exam was this??? As I inhaled to voice my protest, he explained that skin cancers can occur anywhere on the skin regardless of whether that skin has been exposed to harmful sunlight. Too often, he said, skin cancers go undetected because of modesty. As a matter of professionalism, he intended to check every square inch my skin.He checked the soles of my feet, between my toes, working his way up my calves, the back of my knees and thighs. His hands glided across my skin;.