Yes I realized that it was a pun.After dinner I drove Sarah home to her nice comfortable house in the semi country. It had been easier to find it in t...ilight, but that was long gone by the time the fund raiser ended. Sarah hadn’t spoken during the drive home. We were sitting in my truck when she finally spoke.“It was nice of you to make that donation, but you didn’t have to do that,” she said.“Who knows when I’ll need to use that thing,” I said with a smile.“Would you like to come in,” she. Mein paagal ki tarah unke bobbe choosne laga aur nipple kaatne lagaa, bhabhi ke munh se siskiya nikalne lagi uuuuuuuuuuuuuimaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, aur choos le poora doodh nichod le saale haraami ki aulad apni bhabhi pe nazar rakta hai aaja mere raaja mere bobbe choos le aur kehne lagi haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii re margayi kya maza aaraha hai, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,,,,,,,,,nichodle poora. I signed the punishment book and asked her to add her own signature and then dismissed her. She walked very carefully from the study and disappeared. I made sure the door was fully closed and turned to face the Matron, whose face was fully flushed by now. Moreover, she had pulled her own uniform skirt up and was gripping her right hand between her tightly clenched thighs. She was wearing as part of her uniform, black nylons and suspenders and tight black silk knickers. There was a very. But I was sad as I knew it was a one-time thing. That is until he said, “Call me Dharam and not papa whenever we do it in the future, okay?” he said while mischievously smooching me with full tongue action. Dharam pulled his dick out of my pussy and came on the floor.I still remember how disgusted he was to see my unshaved pubic hair. The first thing he did was clean it using his blade. Only then he agreed to insert his dick inside me.Recollecting that beautiful memory, I started masturbating.