He was excited to see his former teacher and talked excitedly about his experiences since leaving the school and about a future career. Alas, his stud...y habits had not improved so much as his outlook and he must finish his exams before moving on. He pleaded with Sadhana for her help in preparing for the exams and wanted some guidance. Somewhat reluctantly, Sadhana agreed. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see Kathir succeed, it was more that she was unsure of herself and her bashfulness. I grew up in Nashville, and near the end of my senioryear in high school I met a 20-year-old woman that I fell head-over-heelsin love with. Beatrice was a tough car mechanic who was a kind, gentlewoman behind her rough outer shell. I moved in with her right aftergraduation. I was still a virgin, and had heard so many horror storiesabout how brutal women could be during sex that I was scared to death.But she was so gentle and considerate as a lover. She used a tiny dildo,and cuddled and hugged. I landed on top of him, breaking my fall. He laughed and picked me up by my waist to hold over him like a trophy. Tag. No tag-backs. Youre It. Im not on the ground, I said. To tag someone, they have to land on the ground. He pulled me against himself and rolled us over, pinning me under his body. He rose up on his arms and looked into my eyes. Now youre tagged. He stayed there for a moment on top of me, smiling. Then he stood up, helped me to my feet, and ran away. Joey fit in well enough, but. “Suck me there… Harder… Bite me… Gently.” These are not my words. They are yours. “Harder.” And then you push my head downward. To your tummy. “Lick my tummy.” Gentle kisses over your tummy until my tongue finds your tummy button and darts inside. You giggle lightly but your hands encourage me to continue. I am so close. I can smell the sweet musk of the passion emanating from your sex. I know that I have made you wet. My fingers search.