Where’s Ron?” he asked again. The name flushed her face scarlet.“That foul mouthed ferret farmer can eat Blast-ended Skrewts for all I care!” ...he was about to cry again and stopped herself. “Socks! Can you believe it, Harry? He wanted to bring more socks!”“And that’s bad because…?” Harry asked, still not quite able to focus thanks to his throbbing knee and his overwhelming lack of sleep.“It meant a bigger pack, of course,” Hermione answered in a tone that reminded Harry a bit of Mrs. Weasley. I blushed as I smiled up at him. I swallowed it. I could seethe sense of masculine pride that crossed his face, as he saw meeating his cum for him. I liked the taste of it. It was salty, but Iliked the taste of it.I watched as Brad pulled up his clothing. Then he reached down for myhand, and helped me to my feet. I came up, and found myself wrapped inhis arms. He kissed me, with a long deep French kiss. I wrapped myarms around his neck so that I would not fall down from the weaknessthat he was. Mom hasne lagi aur kaha ruk tujhe sab batati hu. Mom wahi mere samne nangi ho gayi aur nighty phenne lagi. Mom ne mujhe ghurte hua dekha to kaha ke kitna ghurega mujhe ab, aur ab saram kaisi tune mujhe kai baar nangi chudte hua dekha hai.Mom night pehnkar mere baju mein akar sogayi aur sunane lagi aaj ke din ke bare mein.Mom – Aaj to bohut logo se chudwana pada mujhe beta. Pehle police walo se fir gundo se, petrol pump pe, foreigner se, restaurant ke manager se.Main – Itne sare mom ye sab kaise. As I look at myself in the mirror I can't help but look at my most apparent feature; my height. I've always been one of the shortest guys ever since pre-school and with my scrawny and quite feminine build I've also been the subject of bullying as far back as I can remember. Enrolling into middle-school didn't help as I didn't know how to control and handle my emotions, so I lashed out at my teachers. This created a lot of issues for me as I've had counseling for most of my predulescent life.