"Lets see if you can beat his record." What?" You want to do it yourself? Or would you like me to do it for you?" she asked."Do what?" I said stupidly...once again, though I wanted to make sure I was actually hearing her right."Jerk it off again, through here ... down there," she said pointing. I just stood there, not believing I had just heard this. "Come on, you'll see what I'm talking about after you do," she informed me. "So ... you want to do it yourself? Or would you like me to? Or are you. ’There was a lull in the conversation while Sara texted Gina with the ‘good news’. I felt like vomiting, but oddly, another part of me felt relief. I adored Gina, and I’d always felt like I couldn’t be enough for her. Somehow, the honesty of it all felt liberating.I got up from the living room floor and poured myself a glass of wine. Drinking seemed like an excellent way of handling the anxiety.‘So let’s see your cock then,’ Sara asked, delving elbow deep into the Doritos bag, ‘I wanna see how. Rahul mujhe kiss karne laga Shrutimeri chut chat rahi thi mujhe bhut aaja aa raha tha mera bhai mere bobs dabaraha tha or unhe chus raha tha mera bhai ka lund bhut bada tha kari 7 inches kahoga or 3 inches mota tha Rajesh ka bhi itna bada nhi tha tabhi Rahul mereGhutno par aaya or meri chut meapna lund dalne laga or usne apna pura lund dal diya mujhe jyada dard nhi huakyuki meri chut pahele se hi khuli thi me raj chudwati thi isliye. Rahul mujhejor jor se chodne laga shruti mere bobs daba rahi. Then Mama died last year, just before I turned eleven. I think that Uncle Alfred worked Mama to death; he made her do all of the housework and cooking after we came to live with him. Only being twelve now, I can't do anything about it now. But I'll get him back someday, mark my words.As soon as Mama got sick last year, Uncle Alfred bundled me off to a boarding school. I've been a resident of Mrs. Slapsbum's School for Young Ladies now for nearly a year. Nearly all of the girls get to go home.