“Mom Chudi Doodh Wale Se”Mai apne frnd se Ashish se mila us na mere story pdh k mere ko mail kara humari bat hoi hum acche dost ban gaye wo mere s... ek bar mila bhi fir ek din mai use aapne sath ghar la k aa gaya as a frnd Ashish ko mere maa ko buri tra chudna thaw o chata tha ki us ki chut fad deMaine use aapni maa se milya ki ye mera dost hai Ashish hi Hello hoi maa na chai bani hum sab se na chai pee maine maa or ashish se ye bol k uth k bhar chala gaya ki ata hue k call karni hai or mai bhar. ”“Ah, get out of here!” he sassed me back. “Who needs help from a skinny white-boy like you. They’re probably hoping your lily-white skin will reflect more sunlight on them when they want a tan.”“White boys blush better than you can. The girls love it, they think it’s cute,” I told him.“I suppose that’s true,” he said. “The ladies do go wild when they get a solid blush out of a boy like you.”“It doesn’t hurt that I can move like a porn star,” I said.“How would you know about porn stars?” he. I stood at the back of the class and stared unashamedly. The whole hour, I gazed at her, willing my miserable self to copy her effortless grace. I took in every detail, drinking her in. The stark bones at her collar and wrists, the arch of her spine, the firm, pink nipples that grazed her t-shirt. She barely spoke as she moved: her few words sounded like a lullaby. “Deep breath…suck your belly in…drop your shoulders, relax your neck, your face, tilt your pelvis…” I did all she told me: willed. Subdued, the two have nothing to say to each other on the drive. Anna was sore, her cunt and ass and bruised breasts aching from the long gang ****. And she was humiliated by sex with the dog, with the four black men cheering and taking pictures with the principal's little camera. But, looking at the principal and his bruised face, she felt a little better. At least this time he'd taken a beating too.----I had been watching, observing the men coming and going. I realized the same three.