Tabhi woh meri gaand maarta hua bola ki meri patni bhi gaand nahin deti…………….hum jo bhi prsotitutes pakarte hain saali woh bhi chut de deti ...ain lakin gaand nahin deti…………..isliye gaaand ka pyaasa rehta hun…………….uski baatein sunkar mujhe bhi chaska aa gaya……..main bhi aage-peeche hokar usko apni gaand daan karne lagi……….woh bhi poore maaze se meri gaand thok raha tha……bare aaram se poora lund andhar daalta aur bahar nikalta …..pehli baar use kisi ki gaand maarne ko mili thi isliye bare maaze se. I've been splitting my attention today. Part of it was on the breakfast conversation and now you, and most of it is downstairs studying the school subjects through a sight blob, and using NP to turn the pages." You're actually turning pages now, while we're talking?" There are currently thirty one piles downstairs, the textbooks and chunks of the class notes. With that many piles there are almost always some pages being turned, and often three or four at the same time." This I gotta see!. The next day, and another red and white envelope. This one was also from Nashville. "She must be going to Vanderbilt. Or Tennessee State." I was unhappy. That was too far away."Open it up," said Spencer.I ripped it open and took out the single sheet.Soon, my love. Check tomorrow's mail."Aaarrrgh!" I cried. "What is she doing to me?!?" Okay, so she dropped off two in Nashville. You still don't know anything," said Spencer soothingly."Maybe this just isn't worth it," I said, my mood worsening by. I look around. There are three levels of units facing the rectangular interior courtyard. The pool looks inviting, and I fantasise about jumping and gliding into it. All the windows are dark, and I don't see anyone in the courtyard, so I begin where I left off before falling asleep.My hands cup my little boobs and rub. My fingers glide over my sweaty flesh. My nipples get hard and I stroke them for a minute before giving a little gasp. One hand stays on a boob and the other slides down to my.