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A Teacher for all Purpose.

5/20/2015

It happened a long-long time ago. I was still in the school.
The class, year, and other details I will not reveal to you
in order to protect many identities. But it is an experience
of my life that I will never ever forget. I was a good student
in school but my performance in the subject of mathematics
was pretty average. I guess most of us perform average or
below average in this subject. Not because it’s a lacking
on our part but may be because our teachers are not able to
guide or create interest in this dull subject that would
also help us perform better. Then one fine year, after I
passed my finals and was promoted to a higher class, it happened.
We got a new class teacher, who was also our math teacher
and simultaneously also my house-mistress. Right from
the beginning of the session, she used to pay special attention
to me. This fact I was simply not aware of, but when my classmates
started to call me her pet. I began to take it as a natural,
friendly and little jealous compliment from my mates.
Being my house mistress, during weekends she often stayed
back after the school timings were over in order to supervise
the completion of the house projects. I being her pet was
always asked by her to stay back and help her out in completing
the task as I was also considered to be a very good artist.
At this point I must tell you a bit more about her and myself.
She was a married Bengali lady, and was the most beautiful
woman in our school. Her husband was in the army and for whatever
reasons she could not join him. Most of the men in the school,
the male teachers as well as our seniors were attracted
to her and wanted to be around her, whenever possible. If
you can manage to visualize Penelope Cruz in your mind,
that’s pretty much how she looked like. The only difference
I would say was that she was Penelope, in a saree and slightly
low cut blouse. And she wore the most beautiful, sheer bras
with floral designs that we had ever seen in our lives. Our
only exposure to bras till that time was typically type
of stuff that was made locally and was worn by most aunties
around us. We boys had a great time watching her bras thru
her sheer blouse. She had a great body. I won’t be able
to tell you the sizes now, but she was a woman of our dreams,
which, thanks to her, were often wet. I am much over 40 now and people around me say that I am a good
and tough looking guy. They also say that I haven’t changed
at all from my school days. It means I must have looked pretty
much the same then as well. But I was never conscious of my
looks while growing up. Actually I always felt that I was
a below average guy as far as my looks were concerned and
I was pretty self-conscious of myself too. Further, in
those days, our exposure to anything sexual was extremely
limited. We did not have color TV or Internet or other things.
The only exposure to a woman was family, friends or at the
most some filmy magazines. Being value oriented guys,
family was out of bounds, friends were as mature or immature
in mind and body and pictures in magazines were hardly earth
shattering. In a nut shell, we were absolute naive. My exposure
was limited to a few fleeting glances at some classmates
budding boobs or bums, and signs of some erect nipples under
the school uniform during winters. Well, coming back to
where I had left, I often stayed back after school hours
to help my class teacher during the weekends. Initially
I resented it as it used to cut into my personal time, but
slowly there was a change in my attitude. I actually began
to look forward to staying back. What brought about this
change was that one day while both of us were sitting down
on the floor and working. There was no one around except
the two of us. I was totally engrossed in my painting job.
And suddenly I lifted my head to check something from my
teacher. What I saw stopped me dead in my path. My teacher
was working, sitting pretty close to me on the ground and
the pallu of her saree had fallen down, revealing her ample
breasts thru her low cut blouse. I stopped breathing. I stopped thinking. The only thing I am still aware of is
her superb milky breasts that were almost transparent
to look at. The greenish-blue veins were also visible through
the skin. Her gentle breathing was making the globes rise
up and down like… I still don’t know how to describe
the scene. I suddenly began to feel warm in my body and felt
some tightness in my trouser. I began to get uncomfortable
but could not take my eye away from the heavenly sight. Then,
I suddenly came back to my senses and taking control of myself,
I just rushed out of the room. I walked out but did not know
what to do, or where to go. Instinctively I walked towards
the water room and hurriedly drank a few glasses of water.
After that though I felt like going back to the workroom
but was unable to find enough courage to return there. My
penis had got so hard that it was troubling me badly. I was
finding extremely difficult to hide the bulge down below.
I then went to the toilet, tried to pee so that my naughty
friend would settle down and I could return back to the room.
After about ten minutes, I managed to control my stiffness
and slowly went returned to the room. My teacher looked
at me and smiled softly. She asked where I had vanished leaving
the work unfinished. Somehow I manage to tell her that I
had gone for water, etc. She smiled and asked me to resume
the work so that we could leave for home asap. I once again
began to feel the stirring in my trousers but somehow managed
to control it. Rest of the afternoon passed very slowly.
About a week later, my teacher once again asked me to stay
back after the class to complete the work. This time however,
there was another student with us. She was from a different
section and was a reasonably good looking kid. But no one
in the school could ever match my math teacher. This time
there was no show of cleavage, or my cock playing games.
However, I was dying to have a glimpse of her golden boobs.
I remember it so clearly that on this day she was wearing
a lovely pale coloured saree with a matching blouse which
as usual was low cut. With light coloured lipstick on her lovely lips, she looked
astonishingly beautiful. I hardly remember my other classmate
who was present that day, except that her young breasts
were hardly anything to crave for. After the work got over,
we left for our respective homes. My teacher’s house
was about one kilometre from the school and many-a-time
I had seen her in the market. My schoolmate lived a little
far away, so she called for a three-wheeler and left. Since
my teacher had some extra books and other stuff with her,
I offered to accompany her to her home. Of course, I was trying
to be with her for as long as possible. After reaching her
home, the door was opened by a maid. Handing over the books
to her maid, I asked for leave but she invited me inside.
She had a nice home. There were two small lovely dogs, who
came jumping playfully at me. I was then offered a glass
of orange squash by the maid. Finishing the squash, I thanked
my teacher and got up to leave. As I was getting out, the teacher
asked me what my plans were for the next day, which happened
to be a Sunday. I told her that there wasn’t anything in
particular that I had on my mind and the usual stuff, etc.
Hearing this she asked me if I could come over the next day
after 10 am and help her with some house work as her maid would
be on her weekly off day. I promised to return the next morning
and left. Next morning informing my family members about
where I was going, I picked up my bicycle and left for her
home. I had tried to dress up little more gentlemanly that
morning, but as I was expected to work, I had worn my best
trousers that were a gift brought from abroad by a friend.
When I reached my teacher’s home and rang the bell, the
door was opened by the teacher herself. I slowly moved in, and sat on the sofa. The dogs once again
came running to me and we all began to have fun. Teacher offered
me some lemon squash this time and began to chat with me casually.
Though I was responding to all her questions, I was on guard
so as not to blurt out anything that would reveal our thoughts,
etc. About 30 minutes later, I was absolutely comfortable
in her presence. I enquired about her husband as I could
not hear any sounds from the house. She casually told me
that he was on duty for the last three months and she had been
living alone all this time. I now understood why she needed
the helping hand to complete her household job. Anyway,
I was too fond of her to deny anything. Remember, she was
always nice to me. I then asked her about the work that needed
to be taken care of. Hearing this she smiled and told me that
she had asked the neighbour’s son the previous evening
to do it and that it was already over. I actually felt let
down hearing this. I felt that I had missed the opportunity
to impress my teacher. I think, she was able to read my thoughts
and asked me not to worry and relax. Then she added that she
actually wanted me to come over to her place because she
used to feel lonely in the absence of her husband. I could
sense the sadness in her voice and told her that I fully understood
how she felt. All of a sudden she stood up and went inside
her house. After a while she called me from inside and told
me that she wanted to show me her photo albums. Since I was
feeling absolutely comfortable by now, I walked in following
her voice. She was inside her bedroom, sitting on the bed
with two huge albums in front of her. Strangely, till this moment I had not noticed how she looked
or what she was wearing. Now I recall, she was wearing a kaftan
and her hair was loosely tied in a bun. She was not wearing
any makeup. But that simply did not make any difference
to how she looked. Actually, I found her to be more natural
and appealing that day. She began to take me through her
albums. It contained photos of her right from her childhood.
She was a very beautiful even as a child. And as she kept growing
up, she kept on becoming more and more beautiful. Unknowingly,
I told her about my observation. Since she was being friendly,
I had forgotten that she was both my class teacher and my
math teacher. I was happily chatting with her as if she were
my classmate. Then she came to the second album which was
actually her marriage album. The moment she opened it and
I saw the first photo, I just became quiet. It was as if I was
electrocuted and blood simply drained away from my head.
All of you must have heard the story of “Beauty and the
Beast”. There it was, right in front of me. The man in the
photo was, I am sorry to say this but, one of the ugliest men
I have ever come across in my life. He was dark like a crow,
with bulging eyes and trying very hard to hide his protruding
front teeth. Further, he had heavy moustache on his face.
In the Bengali marriage headgear, with lots of makeup on
his face, he looked terrible. By her side was one of the most
beautiful women on this earth. There was pain visible on
her face. I removed my eyes and looked down at the bed without
saying anything. After a few seconds, which appeared to
be hours to me, I lifted my face and looked at my teacher.
She had tears in her eyes and her face was full of sadness.
I did not know what to do or what to say. I was neither old enough
nor bold enough to console her on such a personal matter.
The only thing I could do was to close the album, and that’s
what I did. As I was doing it, my fingers touched her fingers
and a strong current ran through my whole hand. Ma’am
allowed me to close the album and then held my palm gently.
My hand went limp. The warmth of her hand was not something
that I had ever felt in my life. I looked at her, she looked
at me and said, Ballu, will you be my friend I don’t have
anybody around me with whom I feel comfortable. And ever
since I first saw you in school, I felt that though much younger
to me, still you are a very mature person. I felt flattered and did not know what to say. I just smiled.
She held my palm much more strongly now. I too had started
to enjoy the touch now. I accepted her offer of friendship.
You tell me, who could refuse such a beautiful woman, and
that too when she was your math teacher and also your class
teacher -) Then she got up telling me that she was going to
the kitchen to cook something for our breakfast as she was
hungry. She walked to the kitchen leaving me behind in the
room. I sat down quietly, again looking at the pics in the
album. But this time I was curious to look at her marriage
album. Frankly, this time looking at it I was sad and angry
at the same time. I felt that she was a victim of the parental
pressures who had married her off just for the sake of money
and position, etc. I kept looking at the pics and feeling
sad for my new friend. I was so engrossed in the album that
I did not notice that ma’am had walked back to the room
and was watching me intensely. She must have noticed my
expressions. Suddenly I felt a warm and soft hug from behind
and she softly whispered in my years, Ballu, don’t feel
sad. I was my fate. I have accepted it. Her warm hug and softness
of the body made me go crazy. I stopped breathing for a few
seconds. I did not know what was happening. I froze completely.
Ma’am leaned forward while continuing to hug me and kept
the plate that was in her hand on the bed. It contained some
delicious looking aloo-parathas. Then, without letting
go of me, she broke off a piece of the paratha and gently touched
my lips with it. I opened my mouth but she continued to play
with it, teasing me. I somehow manage to grab it with my mouth
and ate it. Man, it was delicious. Then I too picked a piece of the grub
and playfully directed it towards her mouth. She grabbed
it instantly, biting my fingers in the bargain. God, I was
hurt, but there was an indescribable thrill in it. We both
laughed and laughed and laughed. I had completely forgotten
that I was in the arms of my teacher, who was probably10-12
years, my senior. Her soft scented breath on my neck was
making me crazy. But I had no idea why this was happening.
My penis began to swell in my knickers creating a bulge.
I tried to hide it by shifting my position but was held firmly
in place by Ma’am. Looking at my face, she must have guessed
what was happening. And then I felt something wet on my right
ear. As I write, I can still recall that sensation after
all these years. My ear was in her mouth. Then she moved down
and bit my ear lobe. She sucked on it, chewed it and blew on
it. Man, I was going crazy. I tried to turn around but she
wouldn’t. Her breasts on my back were like heaven. I wanted
to turn around and grab them, but I was pinned. She kept on
sucking and chewing my ear, and now her hand was gently rubbing
my chest. I must tell you that though I was young, still I
had a hard and athletic body, which I believe is god’s
gift to me. I have managed to maintain my structure even
today. Then she found the opening in my shirt to enter her
hand inside and rub my chest. I must confess, I was in heaven,
without being dead. At this time I had no idea about sex,
except for that a couple has to get married to produce babies.
But what do they do to make babies was out of my knowledge
zone. Yes, I was familiar with masturbation, but I firmly
believed that it was a man’s job where girls had no role
to play. That day, I was experiencing something absolutely new.
My math teacher was devoted to my learning new equations.
Now I was fully comfortable. I was totally detached from
the world and the morals. I had tasted the pleasure of being
in a beautiful woman’s arms. I had forgotten everything
other than the warmth of her body and the soft breath on my
neck and the soft chewing of my ear lobe. I was in the arms
of my friend. Being an athlete, I was strong. Now I used my
strength a bit and turned around breaking her grip. She
did not resist. I held her tight, crushing her in my arms.
Till that day I had only hugged my male friends, and that
is how I hugged her, without realizing there was a woman
in my arms. She cried out loudly, but I had lost it. I could
feel her soft back in my palms and her lovely breasts were
being crushed by my chest. I could feel her bra in my hands.
And at that very moment, she kissed me right on my lips. The
shock of getting kissed on the lips loosened my grip on her.
She said, “gently my boy, gently”. She now opened her
mouth a little and once again kissed me on my lips. Then she held my lower lip with her lips and then with her
teeth, gently sucking on it. It was wonderful. Her breath
smelled of flowers. My eyes began to close and my grip was
loosening. Suddenly a thought struck my mind and I pushed
her away. She was shocked. I told her, Ma’am, you kissed
me, now you will become pregnant. I have not even “eaten
condom” to avoid pregnancy. Hearing this, she broke
into side-splitting laughter. I was taken aback. I did
not know how to respond. There I was worrying sick about
her getting pregnant and she was just laughing at me. After
a few moments, she calmed down enough to look into my eyes
and said, you poor darling. That is why I have liked you right
from the moment I saw you. You just look tough, otherwise
you are absolutely soft and naïve. I continued to look
at her like a baby. The she explained to me that kissing does
not lead to pregnancy. It needs more than that. And one does
not have to “eat condom” to avoid pregnancy, it is something
to be worn on the penis. I shook my head as if I had understood
and asked her if she had a “condom” at home. She said
yes, but also added that it was not meant for me as I was too
young to use it. Hearing my teacher explain everything
to me, I was at peace. Thank god, she was not going to be pregnant.
Then she gently led me to lie down on the bed and resumed kissing
me. Once in a while, she would giggle while kissing me but on
asking would not tell me why she giggled. After some time,
I felt something wet and soft entering my mouth and realized
it was her tongue. It felt good. Rather it was delicious
to taste her mouth and the tongue. She continued to probe
my mouth with her tongue. I too began to respond in a while.
My heart was beating fast and it felt that it would jump out
of my chest. My penis had grown completely and the bulge
was hurting me. I wanted to remove my shirt and her kaftan
and explore her body, but I did not have much energy left
in my body. I think she had the power to read my mind. She with
one hand began to open my shirt’s buttons, while continuing
to kiss me at the same time. I also gathered some strength
and courage and moved my right hand up to her breast. My first
experience of touching a woman’s breast is unforgettable.
It was soft like cotton. I grabbed the boob and began to squeeze
it. The lace of the bra was making me crazy. I felt like looking
at the bra clad boobs. I looked in her eyes pleadingly. She
understood me and led my hand to help her pull the kaftan
up. I followed her instructions. Within a few seconds her
kaftan was gone. And so was my shirt. After the last week
it was another view of looking at her milky boobs covered
with lovely lacy bra. I held her breasts using both my hands
and began playing with them. Though now I wanted to remove
the bra and see her nipples, still her semi-naked body was
doing something else to me. Frankly, even at this moment
I did not know the use of a hard and leaking penis. I moved
down and began to lick her boobs with my mouth. The bra was
still on. I continued to do it right from the top of it. In
a few moments it was wet with my saliva. In my excitement, I also bit her boobs a few times leaving
my teeth impressions on them. Then using my mouth only,
I pulled her bra down revealing her nipples. My, what a sight
it was. She had the most beautiful nipples. They were small
and pinkish in color. Mind you, I am saying this with my experience
now. As an adult there have been a few more women in my life
at different times, but no one has been able to match her
beauty till date. I first felt her nipples with my fingers,
pressing them, squeezing them, then with my mouth I began
to play with them. I sucked and sucked and sucked. First
the left one, then the right one, then alternately continued
to suck her boobs for over 15-20 minutes. She began to go
crazy after about 5 minutes, holding my head from behind
and crushing my face against her ample boobs. I did not mind
her doing so. She had a velvety feel. Both our bodies were
hot and fully entangled. I continued to suck her. After
a while, I felt her hand travelling down and over my knickers.
She was feeling my bulge. Initially I felt awkward, but then started to enjoy it.
My body automatically began to respond to her touch. She
felt my bulge for a while then began to open the buttons.
We used to wear trousers with buttons then. Once the buttons
were open, her hand began to play with my tool from above
the underwear. Luckily I was wearing a new ‘undies’
that day. She whispered in my ears, you are pretty hot man.
All wet down here. I did not know that I was leaking. I felt
embarrassed because of what she said. I thought that maybe
I had peed in my knickers in excitement and she was making
fun of me. I began to get up in a hurry but she asked to continue
to lie down. I was getting hot behind my ears. She then slowly
removed my undies and held my cock in her hot hand. Then she
gently held and squeezed my balls. I am not a very hairy guy
and I don’t enjoy hair on my balls so ever since I began
to sprout hair, I have been shaving off my pubic hair. So
I was clean down there. She continued to play with my cock
and balls and I continued to get harder and harder, bigger
and bigger. I had never experienced this type of stiffness
in my cock ever. I also began to leak a little more. She held
the cock in her palm and with her thumb rubbed the sticky
fluid on the head. She then tried to pull the foreskin down.
This was a pretty painful experience for me. Till then I
could never pull my foreskin up when I was erect and today
I was at my hardest and it was being pulled up. I began to stop her due to pain but she stopped me. Using my
own pre-cum she began to lubricate my cock and at the same
time pull the skin up. I was so much in pain that I forgot everything
about her boobs and the pleasure I was getting. I asked her
to stop but she again stopped me telling me to stop being
a crying baby. I guess, she knew how to use the right words.
She had challenged a growing man’s ego and then I stopped
complaining. Looking at me she smiled. Her smile was hypnotic
and I was completely engrossed in it. Then keeping the cock
in her hand while gently rubbing it she came back to me and
began to kiss me. I totally forgot about my pain and then
after a while she just pulled the foreskin completely up
with a jerk. I jumped, but she held me tight. Kissed me again
and simultaneously turned around and put her mouth on my
cock, covering it completely with her saliva. This was
again a shocking experience for me. A penis for me was a dirty
thing and had never thought that anybody would put it in
the mouth, but that’s what was happening to me. The hot
and soft mouth covered my penis completely and within seconds
my pain had vanished. The discomfort was still there but
no pain. My teacher continued to suck my penis and I had begun
to enjoy it. Can you imagine the person who was a thing of
desire for every male in my school was actually sucking
my cock? Then another kind of excitement began to take over me. My
wet and hard penis began to throb. I knew, I was about to release
my load. This again was a problem for my inexperienced mind.
I pushed my teacher, but she wouldn’t let me go. Somehow
I managed to push her away and the moment she left my cock,
I erupted like a volcano. My hot and sticky cum was bursting
out of the tip and spreading everywhere. It was on teacher’s
face, her breasts, her bed, on my stomach, even on the ground.
I had never erupted so strongly. I was in a shock for having
dirtied her and her room. I couldn’t look her in her eyes,
and when I managed to gather enough courage to do so, I found
her smiling naughtily. I blurted, ma’am, I am sorry.
She did not say anything and just hugged me and kissed me
again. I knew, she wasn’t angry with me. We continued
to lie down in her bed in each other’s arms. I had begun
to love my new friend. Then I dozed off for a while. When I
woke up I again felt teacher’s mouth on my cock. She was
enjoying my cock like a lollypop. But this time I could see her lovely ass turned towards me.
There was a lovely lacy panty covering her private parts.
I had never seen a woman’s genitals till then and looking
at the opportunity I put my hand on her buttocks. She stopped
sucking me and realizing that I had woken up she smiled and
pushed her buttocks closer to my face. There was an unfamiliar
smell reaching my nose. It was little stale and flowery
at the same time. It was different and it was exciting to
smell it. It gently felt her butt and the genitals. The panty
was completely wet. Then I slowly put my fingers inside
the panty. It was all warm and wet and little sticky. I was
also feeling a little dirty for being so close to the genitals.
But I could not stop myself. I kept on feeling the area. It
too was soft like cotton. And she too did not have much hair
there. I then pulled the panty down. Man, it was a site to
look at. It was clean and there was some sticky fluid coming
out of the buns. I felt nervous and dirty but her genitals
were like magnets, pulling me closer and closer to them.
The smell became overpowering for me. I touched it gently,
feeling the liquid. It was hot to touch. She turned around
and asked, do you like it I simply did not know what to say.
Do you find it dirty Man, she was a mind reader. I nodded my
head slowly. She responded, don’t worry, it’s a natural
reaction as you are still young. You will learn to like it
pretty soon. Saying so, she went back to my cock. Since I
had ejaculated a few minutes ago, this time I was able to
control myself a lot better and was actually enjoying the
sucking. She turned around and asked me, won’t you suck
me too I did not know what to say. She did not say anything
and went back to cock sucking. Feeling guilty, I began to
make up my mind about sucking her vagina. I moved my head
closer. It was so big and so sticky and so hot from such a close
distance that I began to feel being pulled in to the vagina.
It was the color of pastel pink with some interesting folds
of skin. There was a small mound of skin a little above. My
mouth moved towards the cunt and my tongue automatically
came out. I was expecting to taste something that was horrible
to taste but I sure was in for a surprise. Her juice was sweet
and salty at the same time. It was something I had never tasted
in my life. I moved ahead more confidently now and began
to play with my tongue, lips and sometimes teeth. I don’t
have words to describe my experience. It was just too cool.
I had actually begun to enjoy the juices. With my tongue
probing her cunt, she began to move her hips in rhythm with
my movements. She continued to lick my cock. Suddenly she
pushed me a little and then was on top of me. I did not know
it then but this is what people call 69. Now I was enjoying the act of giving and receiving at the
same time. This sweet “bengalan” was a real master
of the art and I had begun to feel grateful to her for choosing
me to be her pet -) we continued for many minutes. And suddenly
I felt my head being crushed by her thighs and my face pressed
by her cunt. I was chocking but my pleasure giving motions
were continuing and the pressure continued to increase
from all sides. Her sucking speed on my penis was increasing
and all of a sudden I was drenched in a shower of hot fluid.
I stopped, believing that she had peed on me, but in reality
she had not pissed. She was chocking me like anything. I
felt a little dirty but I noticed that this time the sense
of feeling dirty had reduced considerably. I wasn’t
worried any more but was looking forward to being peed upon
by her again. After a while, she relaxed and with a sigh slipped
off me. I kept lying down, trying to catch my breath but she
wouldn’t let me alone. She pulled me towards her and made
me align with her head to toe and holding me in her arms, closed
her eyes and went off to sleep. I manage to pull a sheet over
both of us and the warmth also made me sleepy. I too drifted
off into a peaceful slumber. I guess, we woke up almost two
hours later. It was about four in the afternoon. I had never
ever felt so light and relaxed in my life than that very moment.
Our body’s warmth was not allowing us to leave the bed
and we once again began the process to discover each other.
Though both of us were hungry, we started to kiss and feel
each other. I had begun to get hard again. Ma’am too was
feeling my body with her warm hands. After some time we began to get hot again. And then there
it happened… It came as a shock to both of us. There was
someone at the door, ringing the bell. Within a second,
I separated from her and rushed to pick my clothes. She too
went for her Kaftan, but she was much calmer than I was. She
slowly picked it up and while wearing it, moved towards
the main door. That was a neighbour who had come to meet her
to enquire about her daughter’s tuitions. While she
talked with her, I got dressed. Then I heard her calling
me, Ballu, please wait for a while and I will help you with
the cupboard. Then she explained to the neighbour that
she was busy rearranging her furniture and had invited
her “best” student from the school to help her out.
Well, after that she made some snacks for all of us and after
a while, I left for my home. As I was leaving she told me that
I should not tell other boys of my class that I had helped
her rearrange her furniture, otherwise they may tease
me of being the teacher’s pet. The neighbour lady smiled
hearing this, but I got the message. I knew it was a warning
and a request for secrecy disguised into one. Then she asked
me if I could come over the next week so as to finish the work.
I replied in affirmative. With that promise and hope for
more in my heart, I left my teacher’s home a happy and experienced…
almost a man. __._, _.___

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Great story! Liked it!

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It was agood story, but boys put on under wear, not knickers, let
us have part 2, ,, ,, ,, ,, ,, ,, ,

5/21/2015

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Good storyteller. The question remains how good is his performance?

4/8/2017