Maa……..ma……mamama Nahinnnnnnnnnnn……………bahar nikaloooooooooooooo …………… plzzzzzzzzzz………….Nahin to mar jaungi.——�...�—- Manu ki choot mai lund “”chupcuhpcuchpchupcuuupuuu ki awaj karta hua andar bahar ho raha tha aur ab manu ke bal pakde aur lund ase ghusane lage gggooooooooooooooogoogooooooooooog “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh kya moo haiiiiiii ki awaj nikal rahi thi—————– guti hui cheekh nikal gayi aur chatpata uthi par maine manu ko kaskar pakad liya aur mane lund ko bahar nikala aur fir se der sara thuk supade. Then last year I had the surprise of my life. One, I might add, was of my own making. I was 41 then and I had to admit that this little Thanksgiving thing of mine was becoming a disgusting ritual. I wasn't sure if I could bring myself to do it again. I'd been working since before dawn on that Thanksgiving Day in the homeless shelter, helping to prepare the dining room and side dishes for the day's handout. My normal routine was to dish out food all day long and then grab a willing man outside. "She felt his chilly hand slip under her robe. She didn't usually wear much, just some silk panties. She liked the feeling of them, but they offered no protection from his large, cold fingers. She could feel that every where he touched he was drawing warmth out of her. She whimpered as he slid his fingers under her panties and probed at her entrance.The cold of his finger tip made Avith gasp as he rubbed her clit. His other hand was warm from holding her arm. That moved to the front of her to. .I always have detention, I didn’t even realise you could get it in college. Apparently my college is big on good behaviour. I walked into the detention room five minutes late, great start. Mr Wilkinson threw me an irritated look but I just smirked at him. I took my usual seat at the front left and propped my feet up on the desk. “Right, you’re both here for an hour. I’ll lock the door and be back when your times done to release you,” Mr Wilkinson said. He made it sound like we were in.