Do din bad wo wapas aaye magar sham ko pta chala ki unki dadi ki death ho gayi to unki mummy papa aur bhai dadi ke ghar ke liye nikal gye magar didi n...ahi ja sakti thi kyuki unki coaching classes jyada miss ho jati to unki mummy ne bola ki uski dekhbhal karne ko to mummy night me dinner leke unke pass gyi to unhone bola ki raat me unhe akele sone me dar lagta hai to mummy ne bola ki humare ghar me aake so jana. Mummy ne wapas ake mujhe guest room me blanket rakhne ko bola maine pucha koi aane. I was a late bloomer. Though I fantasized about girls, probably from the age of 12, I just studied and admired them from afar. I was too shy to reach out to any of them. Starting in my mid-teens, there were girls who showed me interest, though they were all on the pudgy side. I find it interesting that during my entire life, only pudgy females have ever initiated contact with me, though my fantasies were all about the slender, toned ones, like you. The slender ones may have responded. I resisted a bit but agreed and unhooked by bra. I pulled it a bit upside so as to release my boobs. He then took the measurement tape from my back and placed the starting point of the tape on my right boob. My boobs were not tight. They were hanging so he pushed them a bit from the bottom and placed the upper starting of the tape on the nipples. I was aroused instantly. I could not resist and my boobs got tightened. He smiled at me and said – “that’s better”. I was ashamed. But had mixed. Michelle grabbed Carla’s hair, pulling her head back while continuing to probe her cunt vigorously.“Oh fuck,” gasped Carla, as she was forced to arch back with her legs against the desk. Michelle noticed that Carla had risen from the desk slightly. She stopped fingering, and gave Carla’s arse a firm slap, causing Carla to cry out, more in shock than pain.“Keep your fucking arse sticking out,” said Michelle vehemently. She grabbed Carla’s pussy lips and physically lifted her up until she was.