I looked at my schedule- psychology- gym- lunch- choir- French and history left.Maybe they’ll have those peanut butter and chocolate squares. Other ...han that. Hell, I took French in college, still can’t speak a word, though my wife says I sometimes talk in my sleep, in French, when I’m stressed. At least I could read it. I only took it back then because I thought it sounded sexy. Like that would be my way to meet girls.I felt someone standing next to me before I saw her. The coach of the cheer. Then, he backed away.Though a man stood at the foot of the king's bed, Flora went straight to her father."Your Majesty, you have no color. I beg you to rest."A cool, dry hand took hers. "I shall rest when you've met the advisor to the Prince of Veiland."Flora's lips parted, but she quickly closed them. Veiland was a closed-off, isolated country that did not welcome outsiders. They did not come to the Games, where every other country sent athletes to compete. They were often left out of trade. To me jid per chad gaya to unhone bola sant ho ja kuch karte he. To thodi hi der me chacha aa gaye. Aur hamara plan chopat hote mene dekha to me chachi ko gurne laga.Tab chachi rasoi karne ke liye chali gayi. Ab kya me wait karta raha aur chachi ko gurta raha. Chachi ko pata tha muje unko chodna hee aur unko bhi utni hi chudne ki iccha thi mujse chudvane ke liye. Khana khane ke baad chachi ne chacha ko ice cream ke liye bola ki chalo ice cream khan eke liye jate to chacha ne na bola aaj kam. He parted it to expose her slit, with its lips now wet and swelling. He teased them apart with his tongue while slipping a finger inside Donetta's private recess, up to his first knuckle. He felt muscles contracting, squeezing the finger. He removed the finger, replaced it with two fingers, pushing deeper, stroking the inside of her tunnel, feeling the differences in its roughness and wetness. Slowly he worked, as Donetta's breathing became deeper and more irregular. He took his time arriving.