These girls I will call Sarah and Vicki were the best of friends and they were very sexually advance and is probably why I love threesomes to this day... Anyway how we became friends is a vivid memory but what I do know is this…they certainly like playing with my penis, we use to sit at the front of the classroom and I was nestle in-between both of these fine looking fillies, how we got away with them playing with my penis was simple and straight forward, we used to put our jerseys over our laps. "I think it's very naughty that you've been keeping this from me, Zoe." She suddenly felt very warm. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" "I'm.... I'm sorry." She wasn't sure why she said that. She wasn't really sorry she read dirty stories, but she felt like a naughty little girl who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Stand up. Bend over the kitchen table." As she stood up, he moved the laptop further towards the center. As she bent over the table, he moved the laptop to. Fir pura ghar apne pass hoga. Bol kya bolta hai.Ashok: Thik hai. Lekin kuch gadbad nahi honi chahiye.Main: Nahi hogi bhai. Lekin tujhe saare paise maaf karne padenge aur upar se paise dene bhi padenge. Bol manzur hai?Ashok: Woh to randi pe depend karega bhai?Main: Uski chinta tu mat kar. Aisi randi launga ki aaj ke baad to sirf usi ke naam ki muth marega.Ye sochke mere muh pe ek halki smile aa gayi. Aur maine use Thursday aane ko kaha. Fir Thursday ka din aa gaya. Main subah uthke jaldi se. Once a year, or so, a block party was held at which everyone got together to say hi and let all the k**s play together while the street was blocked off. The woman across the street, a pretty little thing with two k**s, would have a Saturday night party now and then where the four or five closest neighbors (me included) would come round, and drink and laugh and play silly games (one I remember in particular was a game of charades which I won by guessing, "Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mama's Hung You In the.