Bhabi ro rahi thi my nahi suna kali aadha lund andar bahar karra tha tho der thak bhabi rona stop kardi aur hu hu ah aaa ah ahu ahhha hh kari thi. My ...hir se bada jatka diya tho mera lund pura andar chelgaya. Gaand se bleeding hora tha. Mere lund pura red bangaya bhabi ka gaand ke khun se. Tho my waisa hi strokes dera that bhabiPhir se rona shuru kari. Usko bhohut pain hora tha wo merako accha nahi laga. Tho my bhabi ka clit ko rub karta gand me strokes dera tha. Thodi derr ke bad bhabi phir se. “I‘m seeing double,” announced Tom suddenly.Mrs. Watson looked at him with a quizzical expression on her face.“What?” she said, eventually.“I see two holes…” said Tom.Mrs. Watson smiled at the realisation, she turned to face the wall and smiled inwardly to herself.“Choose whichever…” she blatantly announced and waited in expectation.Tom looked at her arse then her pussy. He stroked her pussy gathering as much juice as he could on his fingers and then pushed them into her arse, loosening her up. I watched the guitar explode into three distinct pieces.It was a beautiful thing, how, as the guitar went on its journey, the sounds it made, bouncing here and there, totally fit in with the beat. Lying there completely broken, the guitar gave off the prettiest feedback ever. I let it linger after the song ended, finally going back to the amp to do the fade-out on that knob. I wasn't touching the guitar until all the electricity drained out.It was as I was risking a multiple hernia hefting my. I turned 18 before anyone else in my class and maybe that gave me the edge as I earned the starting quarterback position two years in a row. We made it to the state finals where we lost a very close, hard-fought game. In October, I was named homecoming king and was dating the most popular girl in school when I received a writing assignment that would change my life for the next two years.It was the day before Thanksgiving break when my English teacher assigned us a ten-page paper on the theme.