.Uska itna mota aur kala lund ..Mene usse hath jod kar kaha plzz aram se . Ye mera pheli baar he. Par usne kuch nahi kaha aur uper chad gya. Lund gand...par rakha. Aur ek jorrr dar dakha .. Meri gand jese fatt gyi ho . Me chilayaa wo bhi bhot jada tez usne mere muh par hath rakha. Aur thodi der under hi rakha. Me hil raha tha bhot .. Bus 1 min ke baad usne fir ek jordar dakha mara ..Lund jese mere pet me hi guss gya ho.. Bhot chilane lgaa. Par awaj nahi nikal rahi thi . Muh par uska hath tha par. I work as a secretary for John, who has been my boss a few months now. I fancied him the first time I clapped eyes on him and knew right away the attraction was mutual. As we got to know each other over the coming weeks and months the attraction grew, and on learning he was having his own marital difficulties with a jealous wife, I decided to spice up our long days in the office with the bit of flirting.As French women tend to do, I talked quite openly to John about relationships and sex. It. . it's about the little trip you're planning with your class. We of the school board were wondering if you were going to be the only adult there." Why... why, I hadn't really planned on any others," Karen said truthfully, The last thing she wanted was to have some parent find out how she had been running her class. Not only could something like that cost her her job, it could undo much of the good she had done to her students by showing them that sex was something wonderful and. “We regret to inform you that your parents were killed in a car accident this evening.” “What?” I cried. “I’m sorry,” he said and they turned to leave. Sam nodded his thank you and closed the door. We stared at each other for a long moment. Then it happened. I lost it. “No!” I shouted. “No! It can’t be true! How can they be dead?” Sam grabbed me and shook me. “Chris, calm down.” “Calm down!” I cried. “My parents are dead and I’m supposed to be calm?” I shoved him away and ran to my room,.