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“Besides, whatever makes you happy.” She squeezed my hand. I couldn’t see it, but I felt that she was smiling. “Though if I’m speaking freely, I don’t really get what you see in her.” she added. Well, this was going to be quite the can of worms. “What do you mean?” I asked her. “I mean, she’s not exactly well spoken.” She began. “No grammar skills, nothing really interesting about her fuck personality, nothing that turns the head besides the way she looks. She honestly seems like a ditz, who has little-to-no unique personality.” I wanted to retaliate, to tell her she was wrong, but I honestly didn’t know how to. Don’t get me wrong, May was NOT a ditz to me, and she had a unique personality, it just wasn’t indian as in-your-face as Nicole’s was. Nicole was great, but she could never make me walk on sunshine just by talking. She could never make me quite so excited about possibly kissing her. In the end, I did enjoy the time with Nicole more, but just the idea of May made me excited. When it came down to it, I liked Nicole, but was crushing on May. For the first time ever, Nicole misinterpreted me, taking my silence as being offended. “Sorry, I guess that was kind of rude, huh?” The only thing more uncommon than saying sorry for her was being incorrect, but I shrugged it off. She just didn’t understand what I felt for May. She just couldn’t.*** Monday, fourth period hit me like a ton of bricks. I was beginning to control it better, but my inner sense of panic made me want to throw up. For goodness sakes, it was a small project, maybe worth 5-10% of my overall grade, maximum, but that wasn’t it. It was the possibility of disappointment. I couldn’t handle anyone being disappointed with me, and the more doubt kept telling me I would definitely screw up, the more evident the possibility of disappointment became. Zac arrived to desi the classroom before I did. I was an absolute jerk to him before, even though he didn’t know it. He wasn’t after May, and was doing this out of the goodness of his heart. He was truly a good guy. Mr. Salvador entered the way he always does – by walking up to the stage, sitting down on its edge, and facing us with a calm, powerful “Hello.” However, this time, he immediately added, “Alright, everyone take seats at the back of the auditorium. I should be able to hear any actors from there. If I can’t, you’re not being loud enough. Dylan and Jack, you’re up first. Make any cute preparations you need. Go!” Everyone started moving to the back seats. Zac came from the crowd up to Mr. Salvador and I could make out him saying something to Mr. Salvador amongst the kerfuffle. He nodded and spoke out, “After Dylan and Jack will be Adam and May!” Oh my God. Second. We were going second. As Nipples I made my way to the back of the aud, I had to stop to breathe. My hands on my knees and I inhaled and exhaled a few times, until I felt a soft, delicate hand on my back. “Ladies, you’ve both been working hard so let me take care of you,” he said with a smart aleck tone. I look at the cushion behind him, with a little cum on it. With my other arm, I used my hand to finger her asshole. Now, it was clear in indian mind, the sights and sounds of myself fucking my sister. “Dude… what the fuck” I said to him. This must sting.” “Just watch your daughter getting cute massaged while I take you to heaven.” The tastes in your mouth are those of the cunts of your ancestors, deflowered by this cock, just as you soon shall be. Their tongues curled together inside me, curving upward and running along my ceiling, milking my internal organ, causing my loins to boil in eminent release. Therefore a man will leave his father and his mother and cling to his wife, Nipples and they will become one. So happy. I had a few hours to get things done and then disappear to the office so that my wife could have some alone time with Prem to explain that she was moving back in desi with me, her husband. He shouted his whispers at me, angry "ww-what the fuck, man!? What the fuck ar'ya doin'?" Elsie gazed through fuck slit eyes as Warrick towered above her in the dim light, his cock swaying into view. You don’t expect fleecy dolls like that to have too much iron in them.