Or sach me do mi me mera dard gayab ho gya or maza aane laga , uska lund meri gand ki diwaro pr ragand karta hua jata andr to bahot acha lagta,Uski sp...ed tz hone lagi or mujhe or maza aane laga mai usse or bol rha tha ki, ” oh tum mujhhe pehle kyu nahi mile agr pata hota ki gand marwane me itna maza aat hai to mai bhot pehle hi gand marwana chaalu kar deta, uffffff aahh, plz do or doAndr tak dalo, fad do meri gand, chhoodna mat mujhe aaj apnni rakhel bana loVo bhi josh josh me kene laga ” haa. You guys never grow up!" "This is for real." Brad said. "We have a plan and we know this is true." As for real as your theory that the school factuality was a front for agroup of international terrorist?" Karen reminded of him of that littleescapade."Hey, they never disproved that." Mitchell said in their defense. "We don'tknow if that isn't true or not." Well then, Mitch, tell us your wonderful plan." Karen said jokingly. Bradhesitated, then told us what they were doing."Were going to get. She was one of the prettiest girls in the school, but they were best friends, and she sat with him at lunch, and talked on the bus going to and from school. They lived well out of town, and going to town on dates was a big deal, and they caught rides with her older brother, and he would meet them at the skating rink, at the end of the evening, and bring them home." He said that they went out together, but, after they got their Driver's Licenses, they went in her Dad's car, or in HIS Dad's car.. To my pleasant surprise, she approached me after one of our few wins. “Hey Darius! You played a great game.” I thanked her and mentioned how much I appreciated the support. “Would you like to grab some food with me,” she asked. I was immediately overcome with nervousness. While I had hoped for a situation to present itself for us to go out, the me in my head was much better at communicating than the real me. I stammered out a, “Uh yeah. I’d definitely like that. Just give me a few minutes to.