Chup bhoonsriwali ,aaj main tere choot ka maza lekar hi rahoonga.Koi bhi maderchod teri is madhaosh jawani ka maza nahin loot-ta hai to wah namard hai...aur main use do-char thappad lagaye.Thappad kuch jor se par gaya , jisse uske moonh se khoon nikalne laga lekin mujhe is ki parwah kahan thi.Mogli ne mere tewar dekh kar chhatpatana kam kar diya aur siskiyan lene lagi.Haramzadi roti kyon hai,chup-chap chodne de ,tujhe bhi mazaa ayega:maine kaha.Maine hoshiyari se apne hoont uske bur par rakh diya. I called the teacher and asked her to go to the concert with me. She accepted and we met at a bar near the concert venue. She wore a tight fitting black dress that ended a few inches above her knees, with red lipstick, red nails, eye glasses, and red high heel shoes. With her hair styled and the way she was dressed, she didn't seem so homely anymore. I decided I wasn't going to just date this woman tonight, I was going to fuck her too. In high school there were a few teachers I had that I. He was just as polite as his wife but immediately I could tell he had eyes for Anna. We sat with Susan and John and chatted about allsorts and I felt my nerves disappear as the vodka red bulls started to take effect. The women went off to toilet leaving John and I alone to talk. He told me how beautiful he thought Anna was and how he hoped we would to take things further tonight. When the wives returned Susan quickly sat next to me in Anna's seat and Anna sat next to John. Susan placed her. You feel a little stirring in your chest as I take your hand, and with a laugh, say, ‘Come on, the rest of the group are leaving… we don’t want to get told off again!’It’s unexpected, but you grip my hand tightly and smile at me, so we walk at the back of the group hand in hand, chatting about what we’ve done the last week, and our plans the rest of the weekend. As we drop back again, engrossed in conversation the group’s leader says, ‘If you don’t pay attention, you’ll end up getting lost!’We.