To maine dono hatho se uske chehre ko tham kar apne taraf ghuma kar uske honto par apne hont laga diye.. Such me yaar kya mulayam our rasile hont the�...� Mai uske rus ko pine me itna kho gaya ki baki logo ka yaad hi nahi raha.. Itne narm mulayam, ras se bhare hont.. Man kiya ki unhe kat ke kha jayu… Ki tabhi achanak kai logo ke hasne ki aawaz aayi… To hum alag huwe.. Dekha to aunty, raziya, rehana tino has rahe the hume dekh kar.. Tab aunty ne kaha ki vicky sabr na ho raha ho to jayo kamre me. Yeah, the saucy little minx reputation you cultivated didn't help either. So what if you felt the compulsion to hit on almost every guy in a room and lead them on? Playing hard to get only got you more gifts, tickets to concerts, and free alcohol. You had sex with the guys who had a reputation for being good at it, and you did non-all the way stuff with the others.That's selective. It's discriminate. No matter -what- Tammy Ling says, you are not a slut - she's just jealous that you've got. ..and again. She'd got loads of shots."Gimme that," he said. "Delete 'em this minute." But they're what we need to make sure you're a good little boy, Jason.They have to be sent out." Sent... What...? Gimme that phone!"She lifted it out of reach. "They've already gone, Jason. They're on MissPrentiss's phone now, hon. They'll be on her computer by now, all hiddenaway in case they're needed." The Hell they are, you fuckin' stupid girl!"The two girls looked at him, all coy and sympathetic. "I. I didn't know what to say, but I could clearly feel something big and hard pressing through Matt's jeans. "Matt, no," I said, trying to protest. "Your dad will be home any minute," I said as Matt pulled off his shirt over his head."You said that last time and we had plenty of time to take care of business," Matt smiled as he unbuttoned his jeans. "No, Matt, we can't do this again," I said trying really hard to pretend I wasn't interested. It was hard to fight the urge with him standing there.