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“I don’t want to speak to you ever again.” May said softly, the first thing she said in a while. I chuckled and folded my arms, hiding the twinge of pain I felt from those words. Somewhere inside me, May was still the high school crush I pined for, even if that part of me was getting exponentially smaller every day. “Fine by me.” I said. “But only if you promise.” I held out a hand and stared her down. Slowly, May extended her arm and I firmly shook her hand. “Goodbye forever, May.” I said, slowly and couple meaningfully. “Bye.” she said, half in soft anger, half in fear. I couldn’t help village beaming to myself as I walked away. At this point in time, this was all I wanted. I won. May was out collage of my life. As far as I was concerned, she was one big problem I wouldn’t ever have to worry about ever again. More importantly, I won. outdoor The last conversation we ever punjabi had wasn’t dominated by the sneaking, cheating, raping May. I got to have the last word. I was still smirking to myself as I got to the main hallway. Most of the students were gone – I would have to spare no time in getting to the bus. Either that, or pray to God that Nicole was still here and willing to drive me indian home. There were only a few students left, just standing in pools talking amongst themselves about classes or whatever. Among the sounds of the crowds, one stood out, and it sounded like a vaguely familiar one. For the first time I looked at all the guys and they were all looking at me. Looking at their crotches I could tell they were all hard and wanted me to undress. “Oh baby girl you sure do have a hot cunny,” she observed. “Thank you, Mrs. Rivera, but no—I really can’t,” Brian said stiffly. Once I was nearly naked I walked over to her and could see the lust burning in her eyes. “The usual,” Fred said. And that last question about dick-to-pussy contact brings up one of the biggest questions that had bothered me for many village couple years: Why did Freddy fuck me that day outdoor in the bathroom? Melissa said dam I didn’t indian want to punjabi be the only one doing this. “As it should be, little one.” Even Dave’s eyebrows shot up at hearing her collage credentials. Mindy’s skin glistened from the water, her proud breasts were still capped by hard nipples. He had to believe it did.