You then lifted up my shirt and took ownership of my breast, circling your tongue, biting so softly; sucking as if there was no tomorrow. As you were ...oncentrating on my breast, your friend slid his hands down my slender side and then up my skirt. “Damn girl, this is not a skirt, there are shorts underneath.” “It’s called a skort, but don’t worry.” I spread my legs wide and put one foot on top of the bench, grabbed a side of the shorts and moved it over, to reveal a wet, soft, hairless pussy.. Knowing not to hinder them I stepped out of the path, as they passed they called out '...coach S. and Principal M. is heading this way...' Looking back I saw the third lone of the three running, laboring, my way and decided that I should run also...Bad judgement. I joined into the race trying to keep up with the two ahead of me. After all, it is the last one that gets caught... We made it to a street and stopped when the two ahead of me called out '...shit that's Principal M car...' and. Madan ji – helloMummy – hello jiMadan ji – kya kar nahi ho.Mummy – bas nahane ki tayaari.Madan ji – kabhi hamare saath bhi nahalo.Mummy – pichli baar aapke saath hi to nahaya tha.Madan ji – unko to bahut time ho gaya.Teri yaad aa rahi hai leela.Ab kab pilaegi apni chut ka ras meri jaan.Leela – jaldi hi aati hu.Dosto ab aap hi sochiye meri kya haalat rahi hogi.Meri mallu mummy leela ek 60 saal ke budhe se chudne ki baate kar rahi thi.Ab mujhe samjh aa gaya tha ki meri mallu mummy jo randipana. The surf crashing is suddenly audible with the pounding of the club behind. He carries me like I weigh nothing. My face is on the level of his chest and I can smell the fabric of his shirt and his cologne and his sweat and it is a heady combination. He puts me down on a wooden table of an empty restaurant and kneels before me. Slowly, tenderly, he unties the ribbons of my high heel and unwraps my foot like it’s a present. Blood has soaked through the ribbons on the outer side of my foot and.