I used to get very tired sitting in one place and keeping my head in the books all the time. Kshipra’s visits came as a blessing in disguise for me....I used to like MILFs more than the girls of my age. My mother’s friends used to take me to buy lingerie, clothes, shopping and I did enjoy it a lot. I got to know them more, I began to understand that MILFs are easier to talk to and if you pamper them, help them, behave decently with them, they will do anything for you.Our house was a 4 BHK, one. "Meow" I said in Luke's direction, as my way of saying thank you."What's the matter cat got your tongue?" Luke shot back in my direction.I had no idea at this stage as to why I lacked the ability to talk in my human form. Luke handed me a carton of milk to drink down. Once I had swallowed the last droplet I attempted to speak again as it seemed the natural thing to try."Thanks." finally exited my mouth in human words instead of a feline's meow. I was so delighted I raced over to Luke and gave. It now looked like I would pass. It was no problem preventing myself from daydreaming about Ms. Malone (or Sandy, as she said I could call her out of school) since we had completed the two outside tutoring classes. Her methods had worked.In fact, I had become somewhat of a popular guy with girls of my class (something which never happened before the tutoring). Each day, at lunch or after school, there was always one or two girls talking with me, flirting, and generally doing what high school. I suck as he draws out, pulling in air and the scent of his arousal, mixing with my own and it stirs me even higher. He pushes in again, stepping up his pace, rutting with my mouth and I am powerless to stop him. I tighten the hold my lips have on his cock, running my tongue along the thick vein on his underside. I feel him harden more, know his cum is rising up his shaft. I want to cup his balls, feeling the velvety skin and their familiar weight in my hand; but that will come later when his.