Fat breasts are very big, not that I am slutty and dirty, but that she is really too big.

I remember when I was in primary school, she was as big as two big watermelons, at least D, which was really impressive and indelible.

I have the impression that I transferred to our school after the sixth grade.

At that time, the lady was still studying well and ranked first in our class.

She's okay, not annoying, but our relationship is okay. Why? Because she helped me with my homework.

At that time, I often brought some food. When I got to school, we began to eat.

My deskmate, this lady, is a nice person and often wants to teach me to study.

However, I have a dog head, which is not suitable for learning.

When she first transferred to our class, many people bullied her, pulled her stool, pulled her hair and tore her books.

Later, I said, why are you bullying others, so that no one will bully her.

At that time, it was the summer vacation, and our class teacher sometimes organized to go to school and study together.

Don't go home at noon, eat at school, and students bring their own meals.

I found that she didn't bring her own food. I asked why she didn't bring her own food. At first, she said nothing.

Later, he told me hesitantly that on the way to school, several bosses in a junior high school near our school took it away.

I asked her, how did you rob it? Did you do it? She gradually told me.

It turns out that those junior high school students stopped all kinds of classmates to ask for money near his home. They saw her and thought she was weak.

Just take her to the corridor, touch her breasts, touch them together, and take off your pants. I won't write too much about this.

Later, I asked her to take me. I bought a pickaxe in advance that day, and I remember it clearly, 3 yuan each.

I soaked it in water in advance, and then after school, I asked her to take me.

When they arrived, there was a big stone statue in their community with three people standing below.

At that time, it was far away. We walked apart, far away, and the pickaxe put me behind my back.

I asked her who took the lead, and she pointed to the one on the right.

I rushed over, it was quite far. Found that the boy also brought a long pipe knife.

That's the kind of thing. I rushed over and the child tried to hit me with a pipe knife.

But what strength can a stick have if you don't pull out this short thing? A few slaps knocked me down.

I was lying on the ground and I wanted to hit him again. As a result, the boy stood up immediately.

I concentrated all my strength on a stick with all my strength and hit him directly on the head.

The boy stopped me, fell to the ground and began to cry. I was beaten again.

I asked him when I hit him. Aren't you cruel? He didn't speak and finally begged for mercy.

Every stick screamed like a pig and I didn't stop.

He told me not to call again, saying that I would never call again. I went over and told him.