"She's hearing you, Dad. Use names. Use love. Use your love, Donna's love. Pull out all the stops, but mean what you say, because you'll need to live ...ith whatever you say." Sara! Sara, it's David. David loves you, Sara. Donna, your daughter, loves you. Donna needs you, Sara. Donna needs you. I need you. David needs you. Talk to me. Talk to David."She stopped rocking, stopped her agitated movements, and her body went limp. David. Sara's eyes, which had been open, unfocused and staring straight. He then scooped me closer to him and we dozed again into a dream world.I woke up with the chirp of the birds and the snore. I opened my eyes to see sanjay ji was sleeping holding me closer to his chest. I slowly moved his arm and got out of the bed. The sensation on my vagina was as if it was swollen and sore, I tiptoed to the bathroom with a limp as my legs were feeling heavy, there was mirror hanging inside I saw my face. I could see my lips were swollen, my eyes had puffiness. I removed the. Quackers was one of the few men at the school. If I had to guess, I’d say he was in his early to mid thirties. He had a mop of dark brown hair, and gorgeous brown eyes. He was regarded as one of the ?easy? teachers, because he rarely raised his voice and had never been known to paddle an unruly student. Most students thought of him as an older ?dorky? brother type, who only got loud when he was excitedly talking about his beloved books. His lessons frequently included boring old books and lame. (She pinched my cheeks.)I was constantly staring at her cleavage as the salwar had a low neck extended to cleavage. We talked some more. Get acquainted more. She was now married, her husband was in merchant navy. No kids yet. Throughout the conversation, I cracked some jokes, making her laugh. I could see something burning in her eyes. Me, I wasn’t that old skinny boy, now.I was with a well built athletic body. I knew she was checking me out. I then asked her about her husband and her family..