I ate some cereal and Dad came stumbling downstairs. "Where,, did you just get in? Not in trouble?" He asked. "Don't think so. Just indian had desert with a friend. Time got away from me." I said truthfully. "Desert? Oh, Catting around. Good, enjoy it. Once you get on the roll you'll be busy. Alright I'm going in." Dad left for work. I showered and got Bhabhi into bed. I got a few hours sleep when Mom knocked and said "Channel 12 is on the phone. A news reporter wants the talk to you." I got dressed and went to the phone. The guy asked if I had sent the india pictures and video of the school teacher and principal. I said yes. I explained that they desi took homemade my phone illegally and when I got it back the pictures were on it. I had a hard time deciding on what the right thing to do was. My uncle Frank talked to me. He swayed me to do the right bengali thing and expose what these women did while our taxes paid them to teach and protect children. There was another call from a reporter in New York. My mom answered the next call. It was a guy saying I did the right thing. There were other calls saying I should die in burning gasoline. We stopped answering the phone. All sunday it rang. We ended up unplugging it. Monday morning. A news van was stopping at my house as I drove to school. There were two vans at school. Everybody stared at me as I walked to class. My first period class even had the teacher staring. They sat and joked and laughed over lunch. James stared for a moment before thinking "Uh…Lilith?" Samantha asked. At the end of the evening they managed to usher me out still surrounding me and it Bhabhi wasn’t until we were all in the middle of the car park bengali that they all moved away leaving me stood there, stark naked in the middle of the car park. All their pent up desires exploded, and they began kissing each other passionately! “Julie Rodgers” she read out, india and I raised homemade my hand, indian only a few looked my way. My face is that of a deer, though my snout isn’t as big as one of Earth’s animal ones. desi Her pussy shot squirt after squirt of this liquid, which drenched my face and chest. When I explained it to Jon later he said it was the ‘Marilyn Monroe effect’ - whatever that meant. I drifted in a pleasant daze. I had to act.