Every moment that I wasn’t busy I was seeing Val and Rhonda sharing that room. I saw Val watching Rhonda undress. I saw her, them both.“Trust me o... leave me. Up to you.”Have you ever had an earworm? When a song or a phrase won’t let you go? That was mine. “Up to you.”It was the message from a phone I didn’t recognise that did it. A selfie of a woman who couldn’t have been anyone but Rhonda despite her face being side on. The angle of the picture suggested it had been taken using one of those. Alex fell to his knees and pulled down the boy’s trousers and shorts releasing his heavy balls and hard hot cock which bobbed in front of his face. His little cock drooling pre-cum he took his first taste of man-cock – the taste, feel and texture enthralled him.“Cover those teeth and start sucking – take the head in first and lick around it – fondle my balls – start taking more into your mouth” the black boy coached Alex. Eagerly he followed the instructions loving the masterful tone of the. Mr. Joyce's English class." It happened in school?" It happened everywhere. But the knowing started there. We had to do these oral presentations from a one page report on careers. What we wanted to be when we grew up. Part of it had to be from an interview with someone in that field we'd chosen for our future." Oh? What did you want to be?" A nurse. Pretty original, huh?" You'd have made a good nurse." Maybe. What I really wanted to be was a cowboy, or maybe a veterinarian, but I figured a. Diya usko gussa aye usne ma ke blouse ko pakad ke jor se khicha aur faad di ma chill de ! Wo log jabar dasti karne lgai ma bole mein police mein jaungi wo log ruk gaye aur mobile nikal liga aur wo video dikhane laga ma rone lagi ma boli ye galat h ! Toh wo bole dekho kisi ko pata ni chalega agar chup chap maan jao toh ! Verna bahut kuch ho sakta h ghar de nikalna band pariwar ki nazro mein gir jaogee ! Ma sochne lagi ! Ma ro rahi thi toh usne ej hath se ma ko pakda bola jaldi bolo ! Hamare pass.