Based on "the greedy the people" by e.e. cummingsthe angry the girls(as he as can try)they shriek and they bitchand they die for a wishthough flowers in the meadowssay Peacethe lovely the boys(as soft as can she)they pose and they primpand they weep for untilthough the dress in the closetsays Nowthe lonely the voices(as apart as can dark)they wish and they waitthrough chill steady. They looked at my cum through a microscope and when they saw those swimmers, that was the end of normal life as I knew it.Well, you can imagine the social dislocation the Plague caused. Suddenly, people were fucking like crazy. Since venereal diseases had been mostly wiped out by then, there were no consequences to intercourse, and people pretty much fucked where they wanted, and when they wanted, and who they wanted. If they weren’t on the job, they didn’t even wear clothes half the time and. "Miss shilpa?" I heard Mr. pathan's deep voice call my name and I absolutley loved the sound."Uh..um, yes?" I stuttered."May I speak with you after class?" Ye-yeah" I responded. This may just be the moment I have been waiting for ever since I started college.Much too long after, it seemed, the bell chimed and everyone stampeded to the door, as I stampeded to Mr. pathan in nervous titters. I'm not virgin but I can guess Its gonna be hard to fit my tiny hole onto his cock."Hi." I greeted him.Read More
