but I couldn’t stop myself . . Bhabhi sex . . . . … As she walked back into the bathroom I could see shit stained cum dribbling out of her arsehole. It was OK and so just before 4, I was knocking on her door. She was lying on the bed wearing a short navy blue pleated skirt which was pulled up round her waist, a white cotton shirt with several buttons undone and a blue and red striped school tie. I told her to strip off and stand in the shower cubicle and wait for me. She’d obviously had a busy weekend in there. It was OK and so just before 4, I was knocking on her door. ‘I’m sorry Sir’ she cried, ‘I just got carried away fantasing about you . . . . . … However, I looked at my watch and realised that I had to get home and so ended this day’s diary entry.
