I was pressing them from different angles and could hear soft little moans from her. Her hands also went on my dick and she started stroking it up and... down. Suddenly everything got out of my control and the tightness in my balls ended with an explosion of cum in her hands. Phew… what a relief it was!I gazed in her eyes and she responded the same way. Passion was still flowing in our body and we both knew it was not the end. She went to the bathroom and washed her hands till then I also took. As I sat next seat, whenever he turned towards me, he scanned me from head to toe, with those naughty wild eyes, which was driving me crazy. As my house neared I said thank you and got down. He gave a wild smile and said you look beautiful in pink. To my surprise, I was wearing the pink dress he has given as a gift.I forgot to describe myself, am wheatish in color with a shape of 34- 26- 36. My husband’s visits to home were reduced day by day, most of the time, he occupied himself with business. The economics class was taught by professor Ken Miller, a tall, white, highly intelligent (and slightly intimidating) man in his early 40’s. I would attend all of Professor Miller’s lectures, always sitting at the front, as I listened attentively to every word, while viciously typing notes on my laptop. Despite my best efforts however, I was still flunking his class.Failure was not an option for me. My parents always told me stories about their lives back home and what they had to sacrifice to. I removed my heels, stockings, and basque, carefully placing them on the side before stepping into the shower to shave. My skin felt silky smooth as I stepped out of the shower, rubbing my hands down my hips and over my soft legs, admiring my new body in the mirror.My caged cock jangled around as I toweled dry and the plug still seemed to be held firmly in place. Excitedly, I grabbed the stockings from the side and slowly rolled them up over my legs.The feeling of the sheer stockings sliding up.