Maine usse kaha ankhein band rakhna. agar aankhein kholi to do kiss lunga. phir main bistar pe chadha. aur usne socha hoga lips pe kiss karunga. kiya ...o lips pe hi par neeche wale lips pe. I mean maine jake apne hoth uski choot pe rakh diye aur use choosne laga. uski choot ke geele hont bahut soft the. kaafi der tak unhe choosa phir kheecha unko. aur phir ek halke se kata. aur apni jeebh puri andar tak ragad di. wo ar geeli ho rhi thi. thodi der mein usne dono hatho se pakad ke mera sir aur. I had the windows open to make sure the place aired out and was fresh.Basketball had been a good idea, but by three o'clock, I was getting nervous. This shouldn't affect me any more than the build-up with Whitney, before prom, or all the stories with Rose. Those were our rituals. But having all the focus on a ritual witnessed by our friends and parents just seemed to put a lot of pressure on. And then all the guys left about four to go 'get ready, ' whatever that meant. I had a feeling that I. The left side of her huge breast rubbed against my right forearm. My cock instantly got harder in my cargo shorts. How the fuck was I going to clean her bedroom, with a raging hard on? I quickly moved the front of my hand on the front of my tan cargo shorts. I was rock hard. I decided to pick up all her clothes around the room first. I picked up her small dental floss thongs, then her small panties. I smiled as I picked up all her lingerie. Then her huge corsets, and large bras. All the tags. .. before his quiet, yet powerful voice rang off the walls."Follow your nose! The Pherenome Knows!"Somehow, even though I'd felt a profound sense of relief moving through all my intellectual confusion, I was wondering if I was in the right class. Was this a lecture about 'science'?... 'psychology'?... had I witnessed a 'performance piece'?... was this a 'poetry class'?... 'philosophy'?... maybe even 'theology'??... 'modern dance' seemed unlikely, yet... ?!?I had no idea... my first day at Jr..