Bhala koi peshab karne ki jagah ko muh me leta hai kya…Hariya: mein jo kehta hu woh karo…Ab uski aawaz me sakhti thiHariya utth gaya…Ab uska pur... tan hua lund mujhe saaf dikh raha tha…Woh vishalkay tha…Mere lund ka char guna tha….Mein man hi man taruni par taras kha raha tha woh kaise jhel payegi..Aur taruni ko lund muh me lene se nafrat thi…Mere kai bar samjhane par bhi usne kabhi mera lund muh me nahi liya tha. Par taruni uska lund muh me lene ki koshis kar ne lagi par uska kund itna mota tha. ‘For the last six weeks, I’ve treated you like shit and you don’t deserve that. But, Kevin, you have to understand this: I’m still not in a good place. Things are a little better, but I can’t rush in to anything. Not right now.’ ‘I understand,’ he said softly, I’m sure he meant well, but the look in his eyes told me that he didn’t. ‘Why don’t we get something to eat?’ I suggested. ‘My treat. We’ll catch up over dinner.’ He put on his best smile, but not before his self-control almost slipped.. "You would have to do something for me." Then I swear she licked her lips but nobody else realised anything so I thought nothing of it. Our Teacher, Miss Jones, was about thirty probably a few years younger. She was the gymnastics coach so had a gorgeous trim body, some say she would have been good enough to go to the Olympics except her cleavage was too big. She had dark hair and soft pale skin, perfect teeth and a balanced figure. The last exam was over and everyone was excited at the. Mercy, is 39 years old and is a real head turner, easily able to pass for at least ten years younger.Throwing on my jacket I make for the front door and compliment Mercy on what she's wearing, a light blue shift dress and hold up stockings, not a thing more ,except her medium height spiked heels. She knows I get a massive thrill from her not wearing underwear and obliges me at every opportunity, mainly I think, as she knows it makes our spontaneous fucking so much easier. I've lost count of the.