I hope Ms Walia didn’t notice, but for some reason, I was getting wet between my legs. Am I a lesbian? The question rang in my ears. Ms Walia was aw...are of me staring at her picture and said, “So what do you think of my body? I was a beautiful woman once when I was young, but these days I’m too busy training Nikhita manage business that her mother has given her.”I lost some of my shyness. “I think that you were very attractive with a nice body, Nikhita adores you, really.” I blushed a little. The story is quite long and becomes intricate at parts and I do not wish to reduce it by trying to squeeze all the happenings in one short story. Please bear this in mind. I was sixteen. Studious, sensible and growing up quickly. Those were my good points. How I’d be described by someone else. Shy, easily embarrassed and blushed at the merest mention of anything sexual. Those were obvious points too. I had friends but gradually I’d allowed myself to grow distant from them. The more they became. I examined them before putting them to one side before I moved behind her.I studied that ample round arse as I reached to her bra, adjusting the straps until the cups pulled tight, straining against the tit flesh. I heard Paula whimper a little, it wasn't painful, just restrictive. I indicated she should kneel, lean forward and put her arms and head on the side of the bath. As she followed her instructions, her arse and pussy opened to my gaze. I'd noticed from looking at her knickers the areas. When we do have sex, he's like hard for fifteen minutes tops. He’ll put his small cock into my pussy and to be honest, I really don’t even feel it. On a few occasions, I’ll ask him if he has put it into me yet. He’ll fuck me as hard as he can, which isn’t hard at all. It’s so not fulfilling. I mean, I love him. I really just want to meet somebody, who can just fuck me all the time. I absolutely love sex. I love to have hot, pounding, sweaty sex. My husband cannot give me that at all. He’s.