The smaller but scrappier Vickie quickly penned Carla to the floor. Fran was distracted from her sobbing and laughed at the sight of Carla kicking her...legs trying to dislodge Vickie who was sitting on Carla's stomach pinching her nipples through her torn blouse."Get off me you fucking lesbian bitch" Carla shrieked just as Ms Marshall arrived to break up the fight. After sending Vickie over to the bleachers to 'comfort' Fran Ms Marshall jerked Carla to her feet with a bit more force than was. You call me dirty, tell me I like it filthy. You ask me if I like your cock fucking me, not waiting for an answer as you thrust in and out of my body. I'm very vocal about my pleasure and you have no doubt I'm enjoying myself. Words are powerful and you feel so good in and against me. My pussy quivers, and I can tell by your eyes you felt it. I am your dirty girl and your filthy words get me hot then your body takes me "there". The place my mind and body needs to be to achieve a mind blowing. ”“Do we need like ... protection?”“Don’t worry, you can’t get me pregnant. You’re welcome to try though...”She extended her hand to him again, as she had at the bench, and he took it. The Polar led him to the door that separated the bedroom from the rest of the apartment, the panel sliding open and the lights inside turning on automatically. She released Miller and clapped her hands together a couple of times, the computer dimming the yellow glow to set a more romantic mood. She lifted Miller. Mom school main teacher hain aur main university main hoon. Hamlog Karanchi se hai. Papa ka 2 saal pahle inteqaal ho gaya tha. Ab ghar main sirf ham teen log hi hain. Yah ab se 6 month pahle huwa tha. Ek raat Mammi bahut udaas lag rahi thi. Main samajh gaya wah Papa ko yaad kar rahi hain. Maine unko bahlaya aur khush karne ki koshish ki. Mammi mere gale lag rone lagi. Tab maine kaha, “Mammi ham dono aapko bahut pyaar karte hain, hamlog milkar Papa ki kami mahsoos nahi hone denge.” Shumaila bhi.