Tom laughed at “Sir.”“Please, call me Dad like everyone else” he offered. He hated sir, but he didn’t want her calling him Tom either. He di...n’t dare let her get that friendly. She’s only sixteen Tom.Kelly smiled, glanced at the 8-ball and giggled.“Okay, Daddy,” she replied with that perfect smile.Dear God, he hadn’t thought of that! Daddy? Maybe they’d better go back to sir.“Do you need something Kelly?” he askedHe may have imagined it, but he could have sworn she flashed him a seductive. Uncle samajh gaye ki mujhe kaafi maza aane lag gayi hai. Woh apni jeeb meri choot ki dono taraf ki honto par daudane lage.Mere neeche ki honto se apne hont milakar meri choot ko choomte hue mujhe woh madhosh karne lage. Kuch hi palo mein unki jeeb meri choot ke andar apni raah banane lagi. Main apni ek hath neeche le gayi aur ungliyo se apni choot ke honto ko unke liye failakar dene lagi.Woh apne jeeb ko jitna andar le ja sakte the le kar chaatne lage. Choot se masti nami bankar unke liye. It was around three feet to start, or just under a meter. Now it was pretty short.I spoke to the group.”Now I don't want you--”Whack!“--to be alarmed. But you are not to stop me--Whack!“--unless she says yellow or red.”Whack Whack!“How many is that, sweetheart?”I could see Allison had a death grip on stacy’s hands and her breathing was a bit ragged.“That's… four,” she grimaced. “And... Thank you, Sir.”I rubbed her cheeks, they were warm to the touch, but in the candle light I couldn't see any. But if it wasn't for morons like Justin Bradford and hisgoon friends, it wouldn't cross my mind to get concerned - those guysnever passed up a chance to needle me about my effeminate appearance."Hey Johnson, did you pick out your dress for the dance yet?" Justincalled out in a loud voice as I was hanging my jacket in my locker onemorning. One of his buddies added (in a very loud, sarcastic voice),"Sandy, sweetheart, will you be my date for the dance?" I tried my bestto ignore them and hurried.