Do not come to dinner wearing old tee shirts and jeanswith holes. We are not beggars," she snapped."Do you understand me?" she said looking down on m...."Yes, of course I do,, but I don't have any real nice clothes, hell Ican't even afford a new tooth brush much less dinner clothes," Iexclaimed."Well I'm sure I can find you something to wear downstairs in thelaundry room we have tons of clothes from previous students."She opened a closet door and reached inside and grabbed a pink coat."Here, you. I could smell her pussy from here! "thanks", she replied, smiling naughtily as if she read my mind."hey H, its very immediate and all, but i was wondering if we could do something after school? say seven thirty?"she grinned and swept her hair into a pony tail. i tried to take my eyes of her boobs but to no avail... "Sure, Cafe RocK at seven thirty. I meet you there" she said."no, I'll pick you", i insisted, coincidentally, waving around my beamer keys.She agreed and continued to walk down the. After moving to this new town you've found it harder than usual to fit in and make friends, and after Ken (the school's bully) pulled your pants down in gym class, most other kids have stayed away from you. You used to have plenty of friends but after moving schools so much you've gotten to the point where you no longer think it's worth trying.You sigh and look down at the floor, feeling slightly dejected when suddenly a golden-glint catches your attention from the corner of your eye. Your eyes. Suddenly I removed my bra and threw away on the floor.He was looking. I turned at him without showing him my boobs. I winked at him and rahul followed me inside… I was rubbing my pussy.. I was lying down with my legs spread widely and rubbing my pussy.. He came removed my hand… Smelled my pussy.. He said “how I was waiting to eat that pussy” he kissed my pussy.. I moaned.. And he started eating it like he was hungry for ages.. Aahhh ummm his tongue played on my clitoris and my vagina… He.