Have you seen your mum and seen what she says?” Rachel walked around to the front of her desk and sat down on the edge, inches away from where Amy M...arkwell was sitting.Stacey’s youngest daughter shook her head and tried to put on her sickest look.“No, Miss Whitley. She’s out of school today at some meeting and won’t be back until the Open Evening at four tonight.” Amy looked down at her shoes once more.Rachel nodded.“Oh, dear. Well, you don’t look too well. Maybe go and see Mrs. Dwyer and see. Oh yes! I moaned as she began playing with them. Her tongue, lips and hands danced from breast to breast for the next few seconds. As great as it felt, I soon began craving more. How was that? she asked after pulling away. I smiled. Awesome, I admitted, But I still feel a little tension. Where? I could not help but giggle as I pointed to my pussy. A smile curled her lips, telling me she knew perfectly well what I was up to and she was just as eager to take things to the next level. Sure enough,. Firstly I want to thank everyone for their support and response and would appreciate more reactions and suggestions at If you haven’t read the earlier parts please read it.I am going to start another saga something Indian historic/fantasy which I will write simultaneously. You guys can choose an era and suggest.I was in a photoshoot mode where I had maa bending down with her pallu fallen when I heard a knock on the door. It was Javed with the client Mr. Singh standing at the door. I was. Then he began to wear me the saree. He was putting the edges of the saree under my peticaot. His hands were touching my belly.i was wearing the saree far below my belly button. So his hands were touching almost my pubic area. When he was doing the same thing backside his hands were touching the upper part of my fleshy ass.ohhhh . I was getting hot.he came in front again. He was very close to my body. U know, he had to be to wear me the saree.i began to breath heavily. It was becoming impossible.